[BoO Spoilers alert] Ever since reading about Apollo and Artemis on The Titan's Curse, I LOVED the dual. I was extremely frustrated to not see what had actually happened to Apollo after when Zeus said he was blamed for the war so I decided to write that myself. It starts with when the 7 demigods and Olympians had finished fighting the Giants together.

Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO series or any of the characters here. Hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I do writing it!

After the war, Apollo hid in the shadow of a column. Deep inside, he knew that despite his best efforts to help with the fight and stopping of the war, Father Zeus would still blame him. The gods loved pointing fingers, as if that would salvage all problems. Thousands of years of living, one would have thought that they would be wiser to know that it cannot solve anything, but it did not seem to be happening anytime soon.

Apollo thought of all the possible punishments his father might give him and shivered slightly. What sort of torture would Zeus give him this time? He certainly did not want to go to the mortal world again to be in their service. What if he met a horrible host this time? Or will Zeus take away his prophetic powers?

It is going to be alright, brother, Artemis' voice said in his head. She was standing with him, even though Zeus' idea of a main culprit was him.

Apollo was grateful for his twin sister. Despite Artemis had always said that he was annoying and not brave as that certain demigod she compared him with, she would be here for him still. He longed to hold her in his arms- It could always calm him down but he did not want to seem weak.

Hera, Poseidon and Demeter were having an intense discussion in a corner. Nike was trying give Hecate the golden laurel wreath but Hecate swatted it away. Hermes sneaked close to Athena and tried to put his arm around her but Athena shoo-ed him away with Aegis. Ares was having a fun time talking with his new favourite son, Frank Zhang, who did not seem to be enjoying the conversation as much as his dad did.

'Brethen,' Zeus announced, 'we are healed, thanks to the work of these demigods. The Athena Parthenos, which once stood in this temple, now stands at Camp Half-Blood. It has united our offspring, and thus our own essences.'

After his speech, there were some enquiries and interruptions from both gods and demigods, which Apollo could not listen to. He was too caught up in his own fear and emotions that the worst had yet to come. Even though his essence is reunited, he could still feel the paranoia coursing through his veins.

Stay strong, Apollo, Artemis urged telepathically, I will be here for you.

'Apollo, however …' Zeus said, 'My son, come here.'

Hearing Zeus said his name made Apollo snapped up in fright. Zeus was glaring at where he and Artemis were standing. Apollo inched forward, not daring to disobey the king of gods. He could not hide his fear well enough. He could sense the demigods noticing his plight but that was not something to be bothered with for now. Apollo knew his sister feared for him as well but she was doing a better job at hiding it.

The three fates gathered around Apollo and circled him, their withered hands raised.

Apollo was usually uncomfortable when he was near these old women. Now that they had surrounded him, he felt very panicky.

'Twice you have defied me,' Zeus said.

Apollo moistened his lips. 'My – my lord –'

'You neglected your duties. You succumbed to flattery and vanity. You encouraged your descendant Octavian to follow his dangerous path, and you prematurely revealed a prophecy that may yet destroy us all.'

'But –'

'Enough!' Zeus boomed. 'We will speak of your punishment later. For now, you will wait on Olympus.'

Zeus flicked his hand and Apollo felt himself turning into glitter - literally. The fates swirled around him, dissolving into air, and the glittery whirlwind shot into the sky, as the fates led him back to Olympus.

When they reappeared on Olympus, the fates prodded him towards the centre of the throne room and forced Apollo to kneel in front of the empty Zeus throne while they waited for the return of the rest of the Olympians.

He looked down at the floor, not daring to move or even look up. The three fates hobbled in a small circle around him, chanting in a language so ancient, even the all-knowing Apollo could not understand.

Hestia crackled at the hearth and raised an eyebrow. 'Old habits never change, don't they?' Hestia said. 'Zeus had to blame it on someone.'

Apollo sighed.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Olympians materialised at the entrance of the throne room in a shower of gold and walked with grace towards their respective thrones. Athena and Hermes threw sympathetic glances at Apollo. Some others like Hephaestus and Hera glared at him with hatred.

Apollo looked around for his sister, she could lend him her strength for a while. Apollo was scared stiff. Artemis came and stood with determination next to her twin brother and kneeled with him after Zeus had taken his place. He let out a small sigh of relieve as he felt the familiar feeling of fighting side by side with Artemis, even if they might be on the losing end.

At their thrones, Dionysus fiddled with grape vines in boredom. Poseidon twirled his trident absentmindedly and Ares was watching the war at Camp Half-Blood through an Iris-message.

'Olympians,' Zeus said. 'What punishments shall we bring upon this traitor?'

Apollo's eyes stung. Zeus called him a traitor.

'Hold on, my lord,' Artemis said. 'I believe there is some misunderstandings involved and Apollo should not be solely blamed for the war. He is not a traitor either. With all fair judgement as his sister and your daughter, I must say that he did tried his best to make up for what he did wrong.'

'It is all his fault that the war started. He must be punished severely for it,' Zeus bellowed.

Apollo flinched. 'My lord, I –'

'I expect only silence from you, boy.'

'Y-yes, as you wish, my lord.'

'Apollo is a very important god and many mortals worshipped him,' Artemis insisted. 'I am strongly against any severe punishment towards him.'

'That is true,' Athena agreed. 'You could say that Apollo has been cheated over to Octavian's side by flattery but Octavian –'

'Oh look at this!' Ares interrupted. He waved his hand and the Iris-message enlarged into a larger screen, revealing itself to the rest of the Olympians.

In the image, Apollo could see Octavian fiddling with an Onager, furiously re-adjusting the machine's targeting level. After exchanging a few sentences with Nico and one of Apollo's sons, he fired himself towards where Leo, Jason and Piper were fighting Gaia in the air, yelling something like goodbye, Gaia! Goodbye, Jason Grace the traitor!

Apollo growled in loathing at the sight of his descendant that caused him to be in this plight but watching him plunge to his own death in the hopes of being remembered as the saviour of Rome was funny. Apollo snorted. No one will remember him that way.

'Brother, this boy here is the one who should be blamed if you must.' Hades chuckled at his son. Nico had finally taken his wise advice that some deaths cannot be prevented, and had allowed Octavian's suicide mission.

Hephaestus, Aphrodite and Zeus watched in horror as Octavian shot towards their children.

'If anything happened to Jason –' Zeus glowered at Apollo and he flinched again.

At the last possible second, Leo's dragon Festus dropped Jason and Piper, and became a ball of fire before colliding with Octavian-the-blazing-comet. Giant eagles plucked Jason and Piper out of the sky as the explosion turned the entire sky gold.

Hephaestus' jaw dropped and glanced at the lord of the dead anxiously. Hades just frowned and shook his head.

'This is all your fault!' Hephaestus yelled at Apollo, summoning balls of flames in his hands, his eyes on fire.

'Lord Hephaestus,' Artemis stepped in between Apollo and Hephaestus with a frown. 'Do not blame it on Apollo, he did not ask that foolish boy to kill anyone. Besides, we all know he had that cure with him.'

'We have more important things to discuss now, regarding Apollo,' Zeus said. 'We will talk about Leo Valdez later.'

'But - '

'Not now, my son'

'Yes, my lord,' Hephaestus said, though his nostrils were still fuming.

Artemis turned to Zeus. 'My lord, allow us a chance to explain ourselves. After which, if you still insist on punishing Apollo, so be it.'

Zeus sighed but he nodded. 'You were at fault too, Artemis. Do not forget that.'

'Yes, my lord,' Artemis said. 'I had asked for Dike to come here. She would be arriving any minute now.'

Apollo gasped and a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes. Dike was the goddess of justice and she might be able to talk some sense into his father. If they managed to get out of this safe and sound, he swore upon the River Styx that he would tell his sister that she is as amazing as he is.

After a few seconds of silence, the entrance of the throne room burst into starry lights. Dike approached the throne of Zeus and knelt in respect before the king of gods.

'I am here, my lord,' Dike said.

A/N: So... my first chapter of the continuation of that series in the gods' POV is completed! Thanks so much for reading! Reviews are appreciated~ I do accept constructive feedback. Follow + fav!