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Prologue
Mount Olympus was oddly empty that one morning, except for Hestia faithfully tending to the hearth and warming Olympus. Later the gods piled into the throne room for their meeting, all but one sun god.
"If Apollo is late again for this meeting I will personally take matters into my own hands." Zeus declared angrily.
Aphrodite rolled her eyes and said, "You are such a big meanie. Just give him, like, a few more minutes and he'll be here, geez."
"He better." Zeus grumbled.
The minutes passed, then hours and still no Apollo. Then finally, after two and a half hours the sun god showed.
"Hello my fellow Greeks how art thou doing?" Apollo said as he sauntered in.
Zeus gave Apollo the evil death stare that's usually reserved for someone who's about to be electrocuted; or in Apollo's words "Zeus-ified".
"You're late again Apollo what's your excuse this time?" Zeus growled.
"Okay first of all, I thought the meeting was tomorrow, and I had to help my kid with the whole World Tour thing he's got going on." Apollo replied defensively.
Hera then gave an annoyed huff and stated, "You really need to stop spending so much time with that boy you're making him more powerful than he already his. He needs to go to that camp that those half-bloods go to."
Athena spoke next, "As much as I hate to say this, Hera's right. Your son is much too powerful to live among the mortals now. It's not an option anymore; you need to give the satyrs the permission to take him to Camp Half-Blood."
"I can't do that! It'll ruin his perfectly good life and I can't do that to him!" Apollo yelled, "He's way too used to the fame and fortune and the flashing lights that he grew up with to adapt to anything else!"
"I agree with Apollo." Aphrodite declared, "His son is, like, way to famous to be, like, not famous he loves Hollywood and to take that away would be, like, homicide."
"I'm sorry brother, but I agree with Hera on this situation," Artimes said, "You need to let him go to the camp and train before the monsters or Gaea get to him."
Apollo shuddered at the thought of his most powerful son falling into the hands of the enemy.
"Fine," he said, "I'll tell him who I really am and who he is. Happy now?"
Zeus stood up and walked over to Apollo, "I'll be happy once I see him in that camp training along with the rest of the demigods. But if he's not I will be forced into taking matters into my own hands and I know that is not what you want." Zeus's master bolt sparked on his throne, Apollo gulped and said, "No, sir."
