Renegade Son of Apollo
Chapter 1: I go to camp
3rd P.O.V. 17 years ago
It was a brilliant Saturday in the town of Las Vegas, Nevada. A scorching 105 degrees in the middle of July. Our story takes place in a respectful apartment along the Vegas strip.
"Do you have to go?" Sarah Beckett asked, a fairly beautiful woman at 26, standing at 5'6 and a pale complexion, a stark contrast to her raven black hair. Stunning green eyes and light freckles splashed across her cheeks. She was a fit girl from her time as a dancer in her youth, not a bartender for the Bellagio Casino and Hotel. She is wearing a blue tank top and tan capris, black flip flops on her feet.
"You know it wouldn't be safe for you or him if I stayed any longer" said a man who was holding her in a lovers embrace. Standing tall at 6'2 with shining blonde hair and blue eyes looking to be about 28 or 30. Dark, tanned, flawless skin giving him the look of a male model. Wearing yellow Nike's, blue jeans, a white t-shirt with music notes over the shoulders and black aviators. This was the God of the Sun himself, Apollo.
"He isn't even a month old, you can't stay longer?" Sarah begs, getting out of Apollo's hold picking a blue bundle from a crib. A baby no older than a month with black hair and green eyes from his mother, and his father's sun kissed skin. "Dante needs you"
"He has you, but I need to leave before monsters lock onto my scent. I don't want to leave you two but as a father I will not put my son through that." He moves the babies hair a bit and kisses his head "You are destined for great things Dante, I will see you again soon" He then looks to Sarah and gives her a loving tender kiss "And I'll see you again too my dear."
Sarah looks away as he shines a golden light and vanishes, leaving a red rose on the carpet. She sighs and looks at her son, innocent eyes looking into her own.
"He's right Dante, you are destined for great things. And I'll help in every way I can." Dante giggles and she smiles kissing his head.
Dante P.O.V. 17 years later
"God dammit why does this keep happening?" I groan to myself, I put my face in my hands as I sit outside the principal's office as he talks to my mother. I start to play with my black fingerless gloves as the anxiety eats away at me.
The other students walk by, giving me pitying looks. Bastards. I sigh and look them and myself, their preppy and pampered clothes a contrast to my own. My white cutoff t-shirt covered by an open black vest with three pockets on each side of the zipper, black leather fingerless gloves on my hands. Black cargo pants and black boots, my casket guitar case laying on the ground next to me, my black and white ying-yang B.C. Rich Warlock resting inside.
I am in relatively nice shape. I train in boxing three times a week so I have a nice muscle build, broad shouldered standing at 6'2. I had girl's attention but they never interested me, I prefer girls who don't use me for my looks.
The door opens and my mother comes out, arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
"Dante, you escaped expulsion cause it's so close to the school year being over, but one more fight and you won't be allowed back next year."
"What?! It wasn't even my fault, that guy was bad mouthing dad so I put a stop to it" I defend, "Even though I've never met the guy" I mumble to myself. I sigh and pick up my guitar case, following mom out so we can go home.
She gets in her car and I walk down to the parking lot to get in mine. I fish my keys out and open the door to my 1979 Pontiac Trans Am, worked myself to the bone to afford it but it was mine now. I turn the key and back out, setting it in gear and drive off. Not knowing what awaited me in the coming days