Hi guys! I'm still working on Nico Goes Insane, but I thought I'd take a detour. I just thought I didn't write enough Thalia. Or enough Apollo. Next chapter will be longer!
Thalia grimaced. It was a cold, winter day, and Thalia, somehow, had lost her mittens in a tree. Now her bare hands were cold. Duh. Anyway, she'd been standing around this tree for about half an hour trying to thing of a way to get them back. Her hands, numb from the cold, were unable to handle anything that might be helpful. Luckily for her, APOLLO-MAN was here!
"Hello, young huntress!" Apollo greeted cheerily. "Are you in need of assistance?" Thalia sighed. "Well, if you could get my mittens down from that tree," she asked hopefully. "Apollo looked up at the tree. "Your cat is stuck in that tree?"
"No, I don't have a cat," she replied angrily. "It's my mittens stuck in the tree, not a cat." A look of comprehension dawned on Apollo's face. "Oh, not a cat! A kitten! Duh!" Thalia stomped her feet in frustration. "Not kittens, mittens!"
"Yes, your kitten named Mittens!" Apollo said, grinning. "No- fine, just get everything out of the tree!" Thalia yelled. And so Apollo shoved his hands into the tree, pulling out everything in the branches. Almost everything he got, he threw backwards into the handy-dandy pit-full-of-lava behind him.
"Ancient artifacts? Nah. Lost manuscripts of Aristotle? Nope. The secret to eternal life for mortals? Mh... naaah. 'Hot Matt on Matt Action?' Ew. Jar of greek fire? Meh. (The lava became a geyser of pure heat) Heat-triggered explosives? No. (The geyser exploded in a beautiful, incendiary blast of amazing awesomeness) Somebody's hand-wear-thingy? N-"
Thalia tackled Apollo, but it was too late. The mittens had been completely incinerated. She screamed in frustration. Apollo didn't seem to notice. "APOLLO MAN AWAY!" he shouted, flying back to wherever.
Well, that was exciting. Bye for now! See you next chapter!