Viva la vida:
Ok, this is my first fic for the Percy Jackson fandom. I don't know about you, but I LOVE APOLLO. He's POV is so well written by uncle Rick, that I just can't help loving him. So I wrote this fic after listening to this song on the bus.
I own nothing. Rick Riordan owns the trials of Apollo and Coldplay owns Viva la vida.
I was sat in the driver's seat, trying to keep my dwindling focus on the road ahead of me. It was late, at least past midnight. We were in Arizona, trying to find the next entrance to the Labyrinth. We had left it to find food and decent sleep (I was so sick of stone floors), but now we couldn't find a way back in.
I blamed Grover. He had assured us that we could stop on the surface and still finish our quest in the five day time limit, though that time was now down to three. Now we were stuck dashing around, looking for a way back in, even if it was the last place I wanted to go.
I glanced at the passenger seat, seeing Meg sleeping, and admitting that a smile pulled at my face. She may spend most of her time irritating me, but I had grown to care for her. I hoped she came out of this adventure ok, I wanted her to have a chance at a normal life. And I owe her piano lessons.
Grover was layed out on the back seats, sleeping. His snores filled the silence of the car. I knew I should pull over and get some rest, but my dreams recently had been filled with mistake from my past... No, it was much nicer to just keep driving.
As the quite was constantly ruined by Grover's sleeping habits, I decided to turn the radio on, but only loud enough for me to hear, not disturb Meg.
After a few songs ( not at all up to the standard of Apollo), a song I had heard before, as a god, came on. As a god (oh how I missed that time), I had wrote it of as an alright song, for humans, but in my current condition, it spoke to me.
As the verses flowed, I let my mind connect the lyrics with my life.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
It had been glorious to be a god, the power to change the lives of mortals and demigods, held in my hand. Remembering that feeling almost brought tears to my eyes.
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Now I was just as weak to the gods' will as every other mortal. I was forced to complete the prophecies that, in the past, I would've dumped on a demigod.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
My fall from grace had left me defenceless. When once my very presence would've caused monsters to drop dead, now I had to learn to kill them, the mortal way.
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
But being a mortal had changed my view of myself. As a god, I had done many wrongs, killed innocents and used my power to manipulate people. I was not happy with what my past self had done, but how could I change it?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
My past lovers swam before my eyes, whether from grief or exhaustion, I couldn't tell.
For some reason I can't explain
Once you're gone there was never
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Every lost love was like a scar on my heart, never to fade. Everyone always left me, one way or another. Only Artemis stayed by me, and even now she is away from me, I missed her so much. I was destined to live alone. But my life would be so short now, I was mortal!
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
I thought of all the destruction I had caused as a god, why the ancient Greeks had continued to pray to me was out of my knowledge. The demigods of today held no respect for the gods, and I was beginning to see why.
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Every monster I had ever angered seemed to be tracking me down as a mortal, all wanting just a little revenge.
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
Even as I longed to be a god again, a small, traitorous part of me wanted to remain a mortal. To live a normal life, go to school, raise a family.
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
If I died on this adventure, I was sure to go to the fields of punishment. I had wronged so many people, used them for my own end, I could never say sorry enough to make up for it.
Woahahahah oh, woahahah oh
Woahahahah oh, woahahah oh,
Woahahahah
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
But maybe I could change, maybe my time as a mortal will help me at least change my ways. I could help the demigods, I could be a proper father to my kids, and maybe, just maybe someone will forgive me.
As I drove through the night, with the stars lit in the sky, I vowed to change. I had been given this chance to prove I can be a better person, and I was going to take it!
AN: How was that? I hope Apollo wasn't too OOC.
I randomly came up with their reason for being in a car, I tried to make it fit what might happen in the Burning Maze, but Rick always has much better ideas.
I don't live in American, so if anything was inaccurate, please forgive me.
That's it from me, I might add more of these and make them into one shots for the trials of Apollo series, if that's what people want.
Bye
Wyrenfire