This is Apolla Darkmoon
I'm Apolla Darkmoon, I'm a half-blood. I have Apollo, my father's brown hair, that is sun streaked and light hazel eyes. My mother told me a long time ago that I was a half-blood, she has sent me to the camp every year since I was seven. Surfing is my life, I spend most of my time in the sun and water. This is my background and here is my story.
Stepping into the sun, I carried my long surf board and took one last look at my hand carved bow and arrow. Smiling, I ran out and started paddling and soaked in the sun, before catching the perfect wave. After wiping out a few times, my mother waved her arms as a signal for dinner. Running up onto the beach, I caught the towel being thrown to me and dried my hair, placing my board against the side of my house.
"Have you finished packing yet Apolla?" my mother asked.
"I finished last night," I replied, running hands through my hair.
"You leave after dinner."
"I know, I've been going since I was seven," I stated in a 'duh' voice.
She sighed and I looked down, "I'm sorry, my last vision kind of has me on edge."
"It's okay sweetheart," she smiled hugging me and getting her shirt soaked.
We both broke into a laugh and I went to get changed into a pair of bright blue shorts and my 'Maybe I'm a Mermaid' tank top, slipping on my converse and putting my hair in a French braid. After eating dinner, I walked out and waited for my ride to the camp, playing with my sun necklace. There was a loud honking and I looked up, smiling. Rolling my suitcase down the drive-in, I looked in the driver side and saw my half brother, Ray. Waving, I walked past and put my suitcase in the trunk.
"Hey," I smiled, sliding into the passenger seat.
"Hey, so are you excited?" He asked. "As long as I don't get killed on the way to camp, like last year...yeah."
He started cracking up and I smacked his arm saying, "Just drive."
We arrived at the camp after sunset, and he parked his car in a rundown parking lot not too far away then met up with me, taking his suitcase. We approached the front gate and looked up, then walked through, seeing the camp in front of us. After going to our empty cabin, seeing as we are the only known children of Apollo. I unpacked and left the cabin, bow and arrows strapped over my shoulder. Walking to the targets, I went to see Anna Beth as she walked into the infirmary. Pushing the tent flaps back, I saw her standing by a black haired boy and looking down at him, I made sure to be careful walking over to her.
"Anna Beth," I whispered.
"Apolla!" she grinned, pulling me into a hug.
After pulling away, I pointed to the boy and asked, "Who's this?"
"Percy Jackson, he's been out for three days."
"May I?" I asked gesturing to him.
She looked at me puzzled, but stepped out of the way as I kneeled down next to him. She was called away and I took a deep breath, before placing my hands on his chest and closing my eyes, blocking out the sounds and focusing on my healing powers. My eyes flew open when someone cleared their throat and I looked down at my hands, pulling them away from the boy's chest.
"Hey Grover," I smiled then looked at the boy and added, "I was just, uh-um...I got nothing."
He chuckled and shook his head, saying, "It's a shame, I was wondering how you were going to cover that up. By the way, nice shirt."
Looking down, I smiled and replied, "Thanks. It's a lot warmer in LA than it is here."
"So, what did you do?"
"Healed him, hopefully, if I did it right, he'll wake up soon."
"Fingers crossed," he joked, crossing his fingers.
I simply nodded and looked at Percy and pulled out my braid, feeling weird with my hair up.
"Okay well, I was headed to the targets, so I'll see you later," I broke the awkward silence.
He nodded and I walked past him, hurrying out of the tent. Once at the targets, I started shooting and got one in the middle, and split it with the next one. Every shot, I hit my mark and decided it was time to make some new arrows.
"Nice shot," a voice spoke making me miss.
"Dammit," I whispered, turning around to see the owner of the voice.
"Percy Jackson," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake.
I hesitated before shaking his hand and stating, "You messed me up."
"Sorry?" he guessed.
"How's your shoulder?"
"How did you-" he started to ask, but I cut him off and answered, "I saw you in the infirmary."
"Oh and my shoulder," he started, rubbing his shoulder before saying, "it's surprisingly fine, did you do that?" I nodded, getting ready to shoot another arrow when he asked, "How? Why? Who are you?"
"To answer the why-because I wanted to, the answer the other questions-I'm Apolla Darkmoon daughter of-"
"Apollo," he whispered.
I opened my mouth to ask, but he panicked, "How did I know that?"
"Maybe because my name sounds like his?" I guessed.
"Yeah, maybe," he said more to himself than me.
"Apolla!" Ray yelled running towards me.
"Yeah?" I snapped.
"Here," he said, putting something in my hands.
Placing my bow down, I unwrapped the parcel and saw a bundle of sticks, feathers and flint.
"Who's this from?" I asked him.
He handed me a small letter and I opened it.
"To my niece and prodigy -Artemis," I read aloud.
"She never sends me anything," Ray whined.
"Dude, you're 19 years old, don't be such a baby," I joked, the added, "She sent you that sword for your birthday last year and plus, I'm one of her huntresses."
He pouted and I pushed him, then turned back to Percy, "This is my half brother, Ray."
"Percy, it's time for the tour," Grover interrupted.
Percy walked next to my target and I let an arrow go, making Grover yell.
"Relax, I never miss my mark," I grinned cockily.