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My name is Sophia, I'm thirteen years old, and my father is Apollo. No, I don't spit out prophecies, I'm not good at archery or healing, and I don't drive a chariot across the sky. I play the flute. Yeah, big deal! I'm the lamest of all the Apollo kids at Camp Halfblood. Chiron says I'll grow into it, but I think he's trying to be nice.
I hate being a child of a god. It's weird and dangerous. All I ever wanted was to be normal, but no I get chased around by monsters with six heads and all I have to defend myself is play the flute! Well duty calls.
"Aim higher!" our senior counselor, Ryan, yelled at me. I moved the bow up a little higher and let the arrow fly. Now the arrow went way over the target and embedded itself in a tree.
"Your not trying!" Ryan said.
"Neither are you!" I replied and tried again. This time it hit the very edge of the target.
"I don't need to try," he said. I glared at him. I threw the bow down and ran from the archery room. Being the only kid of Apollo who can't hit a target totally stinks.
"Don't worry about it. Archery is hard," Percy Jackson said to me. Easy for him to say, he's not the child of Apollo.
"I'm a daughter of Apollo! This is supposed to be natural for me," I replied. He laughed.
"Do you know how long it took me to be able to control water?" he asked me.
"A few days," I said.
"Okay well, maybe I'm not the best example," he said and looked around the camp for a better example.
"What about Leo! He had a hard time with controlling fire and he's the son of Hephaestus," Percy said.
"Yeah, but controlling fire is rare so of course it's hard. Archery comes natural to all children of Apollo!" I replied and stalked off. I walked into my cabin and screamed. There was boy maybe around 17 sitting on my bed.
"Wh-who are you?" I asked a little scared.
"Don't even recognize your own dad when you see him," he said and shook his head.
"Yo-you're Apollo?" I asked stuttering.
"in the flesh," he said flashing me a bright smile.
"You look like you could be my brother," I said.
"I get that a lot," he replied.
"Really?" I asked a little surprised.
"No, usually they don't say anything," Apollo replied.
"Oh, sorry," I said.
"it's cool," he said.
"If you don't mind me asking what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well I saw you were having problems fitting into the Apollo cabin, so I came down here to encourage you," he said. He magically made a sparkling golden bow appear.
"What's this?" I asked when he handed it to me.
"You're more than just a musician," he said and disappeared.
"Oh yeah, that really helps," I muttered. I walked out of the cabin and went to find Chiron to ask about what Apollo meant and what I was supposed to with the golden bow.
All the head counselors were gathered around the ping pong table when I came in. They were yelling about something, but stopped immediately when I came in.
"What are you doing here?" Ryan asked nervously.
"I need to talk to Chiron," I said and looked at Chiron.
"Break," Chiron said and the head counselors dispersed. I grabbed Ryan's arm, because I thought he should know too.
"Apollo visited me and he gave me this," I said holding up the golden bow.
"The Golden Bow," Chiron said in awe.
"The Golden Bow? What is that?" Ryan asked.