Apollo is relieved that its almost sunrise. He was getting bored. The puny mortals were fighting again. It had been mildly entertaining for a while and he'd spent several days checking in on them with a bag full of ambrosia, watching them scramble to stop each other from succeeding. This time one of them had gotten a hold of one of Kronos' hairs and was now attempting to do... something with it. Apollo wasn't really sure, but it couldn't be important, no matter what father said. Still, Apollo couldn't help but feel a little nauseous at the thought that the mortals had weaponized one of Kronos' hairs. It sounded like the kind of thing that could eventually become his problem. Thankfully, the mortals looked like they were resolving the issue on their own.
From his chariot high up in the sky, Apollo watched the mortals surround the one with the hair. One of them, Apollo thinks its Poseidon's kid, is attempting to distract the mortal from the other two who are sneaking up behind him. "Its not going to work," he thinks lazily. He leans over and grabs a slice of ambrosia from a bag on the ground. He's right. The mortal turns around and swipes at the two with his sword. Perseus tries to get his attention by swiping his sword at him as well but the mortal is Ares' brat and manages to get away as well.
They're yelling at each other this time. Apollo thinks they are trying to get the brat to put down the hair but the brat isn't going to put it down. Apollo picks up the reigns of his chariot and begins to take off into the sky. He rises slowly today. He's feeling especially lazily and thinks that it will be nice to watch his chariot paint the sky in beautiful colors. Today he's going to give the sky a little more yellow than usual, as a thank you to the mortals for the entertainment.
He looks back down at the mortals and groans. The brat has finally discovered that he can use the hair to freeze other mortals. The two mortals that had been attempting to sneak up on him are now frozen in time, weapons raised. The brat is now fighting Perseus with his sword. The brat doesn't have the hair in his hand, but Apollo can feel the hair's power coming from his pocket. If the brat figures out any more of its power, father is going to make him intervein.
Apollo continues his ascent into the sky, but now he's grumpy and he fills the sky with deep oranges that scatter the sunlight across the sky. Just as he's beginning to lose himself in his painting, he feels a swell of dark power rising from the ground and he takes a peak at what's happening below. The brat has unknowingly called upon one of Kronos' powers. Perseus and the brat aren't aware of what's happening yet, but Apollo is thankful that he is currently busy painting. Father knows better than to interrupt him when he's moving his chariot across the sky.
He glances at his sister. She has been slowly coming down from her nighttime adventure across the sky. She isn't going to have her essence split between the sky and the ground for long. He knows instinctively that Father is going to order her to intervein, just like he knows that she isn't going to be able to do anything because her essence is going to come together when it is to late.
He should probably do something. During the day he is stronger than most gods and unlike most, he knows he can pull enough essence to the ground to stop the mortal from doing something irritating. One hand lets go of the reigns and he secures the reigns in his other one. He bends over and grabs another slice of ambrosia. He pushes a bit more yellow into his painting and watches the sky turn from an angry orange to a brilliant yellow. The blue is now beginning to peak out over the other colors. The puny mortals will notice in a few moments, but the brat will panic and won't let go of the hair. Apollo goes back to his painting. He can already feel other gods moving to stop what is happening. He glances at the ground and watches his entertainment unfold bellow while he paints. The ancient power reaches a crescendo and the two mortals wink out of time. The other two unfreeze. Finally, he stops painting and allows the blue of the sky to overtake the other colors. Its beautiful.
Poseidon is going to be REALLY angry when he finds out what happened to his son.