I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own.
— Coldplay, Viva La Vida
Hermes stands on the edge of a cliff overseeing the vast ocean, watching the mesmerizing waves roll back and forth on this particular stormy day.
" Don't you have better things to do?" Hermes turns around sharply to see the sun God grinning at him. Apollo's golden locks flutter around his devastatingly beautiful face. " Don't you have better things to do than torment me? " he says quietly, so quiet only Apollo can hear it. The sun god frowns. " Don't grieve. Luke saved us all in the end."
The messenger god hardly hears what the other immortal said, and Apollo looks at him with concern in his cerulean blue eyes. He steps forward, and Hermes tries to ignore the pounding in his chest. A small part of him wants Apollo to stay, but instead Apollo turns and leaves, but not before giving him a sympathetic glance. "Don't be long."
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The Olympians stare at a wreckage of stone that used to be Olympus. The ceiling was shattered and most of the thrones lay on their sides. Broken glass was littered across the floor.
"We'll fix It." Athena finally breaks the stunned silence. " My daughter is an architect. She can redesign Olympus."
Most of the gods nod in agreement. For a split second, the wisdom goddess smiles. "It's decided, then; Annabeth Chase will redesign Olympus.
Hermes meets Apollo's gaze. He's grinning, forever the optimist.
Hermes smiles back.
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