It had been several months since Apollo had claimed Octavian, but he had shown no normal abilities of a child of Apollo. He knew he would never be an archer, or a singer or a poet. The only thing he'd inherited were Apollo's good looks.
Octavian had a shoulder to lean on, Reyna. She always listened to his rambling, when ever he would lose it saying that it wasn't far that he hadn't been blessed with Apollo's abilities, while his other siblings had.
She had always been kind to him. He admired her. She was strong, far stronger than him, or even Mars!
He often talked about being a leader, a praetor of New Rome. Reyna shared his dream. They swore that they would become praetors together.
One trip would change that.