The sky was a beautiful blue and the sea was a peaceful shade of aquamarine. The waves crashed into the shore leaving lines on the fine white sand. Emerald palm trees danced in the refreshing breeze. A place where you could fall asleep to the sound of gentle crashing waves and the whispers of the wind, without worrying about monsters and gods disturbing you. Unfortunately, this was not why I was here today.

"So you are telling me that you called me in because you need… flowers?" I tried to glare at Apollo; it didn't really work because he was in giant form, thus much taller than I was.

"The way you say it, it sounds like a pathetic girly thing." He whined.

"Maybe because it is." I suggested.

"It's not! In fact it is the manliest thing to bring your girlfriend flowers!" He argued.

"And you need me because…?"

"Zeus doesn't approve. He thinks that I have more girlfriends at one time then all of the gods combined! Can you believe it?"

I could believe it and I saw where Zeus was going with all of this. With the demigod camps overflowing, we didn't need any more children. Besides Zeus might act tough but he probably felt as bad for that girl as I did. I did not have any kids myself so I couldn't relate but at least I could sympathize. That didn't come difficultly, me being the god of peace and all.

"Why didn't you ask Hermes?" I moaned. I really didn't want to leave.

"I did! You know, it's funny how he is the god of thieves yet he doesn't want to steal some flowers for me!"

"Nah." I said. "He just doesn't want to get on Zeus's bad side again. So you're sure you can't just ask a nymph on Olympus? There are tons of marketplaces that sell flowers."

"Zeus made the nymphs promise that any flower on Olympus that I laid hands on would wilt and then electrocute me." He replied glumly.

I laughed when I heard that. It was so like Zeus to think of the perfect punishment. I stopped laughing when he glared at me and showed me his hands. They were covered in burns. Maybe a little too harsh, I thought aloud.

"So you agree with me!" He asked, but it was more like a statement. "So you will help me!" I sighed. Me and my big mouth. Couldn't I just pretend to be sleeping? But gods don't sleep so I guess that wouldn't work. Nevertheless, I would never get used to his logic.

"Fine." I gave in. "What do you want me to do?"

Apollo gave out the most girlish scream of happiness and then quickly started examining his cuticles as if nothing had happened. I smiled.

"You just have to go to the mortal world and get me flowers!" He continued to explain. "See because the flowers are not from Olympus they won't wilt and mainly they won't electrocute me! I thought of it all myself." He looked extremely proud.

I restrained myself from making a comment. Anyone could think of this but, I guess for Apollo this was a stroke of genius. Then it sunk into me.

"Wait. You want me to go to the mortal world? This is my week of! You can't just make me go-" I didn't finish because Apollo gave me his death glare. I sighed inside. It wasn't fair. Other gods got a say in their choices but being the god of peace I had to go with the most peaceful method, which in this case would be to agree.

"OK fine. I'll get the flowers."

Apollo gave me a big grin, which I took as a thank you. He started walking down the beach. He took long purposeful strides as if he had somewhere to be, which he probably had. Than he looked over his shoulder and yelled, "A dozen white roses please, and I want them wrapped in my hands at eight tonight." So much for a thank you. By now, I was crying on the inside. I looked at my pearl watch. It read five p.m. Crud, I would just have to eat a tissue.