Zukunft
A/N: I wrote this one a couple of years ago and whenever read it I just find it so…odd. Anyway, here's my piece on and underappreciated character. I, of course, own nothing. Enjoy!
It's common knowledge that children of Apollo are the luckiest. Good at archery, music, could always when someone was lying, good at sports such as basketball, and the list goes on.
The Apollo cabin is the biggest at camp. Because even though Apollo swings both ways and therefore should have less children, he still manages to have almost two dozen children between the ages of ten and twenty-one.
And you are the leader. You're not the oldest, but you have been at camp longer than any of the other year-round campers.
(And no one really wanted to take the job after both Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew were killed in the war.)
Sometimes being a son of Apollo is awesome.
You have your father's looks and girls fall all over you. You could have almost any girl at camp.
(And you've had quite a few.)
But the only one you would be interested in for more than a night behind Zeus' Fist is decidedly not interested in you. She has her sights set on one of the counselors of Cabin Eleven. You think that agriculture and roads wouldn't mix well, but they don't seem to notice. So yeah, you're in love with the only girl who doesn't love you back. Fuck Aphrodite and her cliché love stories.
So maybe you aren't lucky in the love department. And, sure, sometimes you look at Lee's empty bunk and wish he were back, because he was a much better leader than you are.
As your days as a seventeen-year-old draw to a close, you realize that being Apollo's Golden Boy at camp can only last for so long. You have a future to think about.
As you call for lights out and settle into your bunk, you think that you're destined to be apart of something better than this. Even though there are so many girls and tons of "friends" you talk to only in the summer, you can't help but feel alone. Because to these kids, Camp Half-Blood is home. The other campers are family. You wish you felt the same way, but something is missing. Your life is not supposed to be killing monsters and healing sprained ankles.
Suddenly, you remember the U.S. Army pamphlet stashed under your pillow. A life away from swords and lava rock walls and Katie-fucking-Gardner? That sounds pretty good.
Your hand curls around the pamphlet and you decide that first thing tomorrow morning, you have a call to make.