A gift for @thatdamseries written by @avocadorable based on the prompts “Anything involving Apollo dying”, “Revolution”, and “Will and Apollo bonding”!
Warning for character death
Apollo had teleported to camp half blood, to the archery range where their son, Will Solace, was practicing archery but not quite getting a bullseye.
They spoke up, “Adjust your arm a bit, it’s too low.”
Will was spooked because of the sudden voice, but easily recognized it as his godly parent’s and fixed his stance, earning him a bullseye.
He sighed and set down the bow. Apollo frowned and came over to him, leading Will to a rock and they sat down, patting the area next to him for Will to sit down as well.
“What’s wrong, Will? You earned a bullseye, but didn’t celebrate.”
They spoke softly, running their hands through their son’s hair. Will sighed and relaxed in their parents grasp, and spoke, “I’m only good at healing. Kayla is amazing at archery, and Austin is super good with music.. it’s just, they have more useful skills than me.”
Apollo shushed him and hugged him tightly. “Never say that. You may think of that, but it’s not true. Kayla and Austin’s skills are good, indeed, but healers are the most important. They heal the front line, and save thousands of lives. It’s okay not save everyone, or if that’s all your good at.”
Will smiled softly and hugged him, then it dawned on him. He sat up slowly. “Your not supposed to be here. Didn’t you say Lord Zeus would punish you if you were here?”
Apollo had a small, sad smile on their face. “Yes, but I couldn’t help not letting my son know I’m their for him.”
They stood up and grasped Wills hand and they walked to the mess hall, and when they walked in, a flash of light blinded them.
Apollo felt dread fill their stomach.
“Apollo.” a voice boomed. That voice belonged to one man.
Zeus.
“Yes, father..?” They spoke with uncertainty, pushing their child further away from here. The mess hall was silent as they watched the interaction. Even Perseus Jackson, for once, was quiet.
“Didn’t I warn you not to come down here, unless you wanted to feel the wrath of my bolt?” Apollo shakily nodded.
Apollo has finally mustered up the courage to look their father in the eyes, and immediately regretted it. They were blinded by an agonizing pain, with screams that faded into a high pitch screech, then into nothing. They felt.. tingly. At peace. It was.. nice.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad.
The screams echoed through the mess hall. Percy had stood up and went to attack him, just as Zeus vanished. When they looked where apollo stood, all there was that remained was a glowing hyacinthus, with golden accents, and a faint scent of strawberries and ozone. Will felt himself break. Literally. His powers felt so weak, along with his siblings, they collapsed.
As will finally came through in the infirmary, he felt sadness, and rage.
Gods, so much rage
He felt mad, at Zeus, and the gods for doing nothing
Percy walked in, with a dark look on his face, Nico, Annabeth, and the rest of the seven trailing in. His siblings were looking at him too.
“We want revenge.” The remaining Apollo children spoke at the same time. Percy nodded.
“Apollo did NOT deserve that. He will not go down like that. We’ve planned to storm Olympus as soon as possible.”
Will nodded and stood up, he took a minute to gather his surroundings and shakily looked at percy, and everyone else, then nodded determinedly.
They began their ascend into Olympus, storming the King of the Gods only chance of survival being reduced to zero.
Artemis, Poseidon, and Hades went against him, and helped the Demi-gods.
Apollo would never be forgotten.
Neither would this day. Will had a smirk on his face. His parent would’ve loved to see this. His smile faded as one thought came to his mind on this.
