AU: O.o a chapter! Wow im sorry I took forever to update! Here's the new chapter! Enjoy!
Chapter 4:
"Son of Apollo." Ty mouthed as he lay in bed. He smiled, it felt so good to know that he was wanted, that he finally and completely belonged.
Apparently the sun that had appeared above him was the long awaited sign from his father. Of course, Chiron had said there'd been plenty of other signs. Ty's expertise in archery, art, medicine and music. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and outdoorsy good looks. The burst of light that had helped him push Annabeth off during capture the flag, his ability to see her while she'd been invisible, Chiron even said that Ty's protection from the dart now made perfect sense.
His team had congratulated him and the captured flag had magically changed from the silver owl of the Athena cabin to the bright orange-yellow of Apollo and the sun. He'd been welcomed in and brought to the glowing golden cabin of the Apollo kids. He smiled and drifted off into sleep...
Ty changed his mind: being a child of Apollo stank.
He'd been told that his dreams weren't unusual, that demigods always had clairvoyant dreams, and that their sleep was full of omens and glimpses of the future. But being the son of the god of prophecy seemed to make his dreams more real, more vivid.
This dream was no exception.
He felt cramped and claustrophobic, like he was underground.
"Everything is falling into place my lord." A female voice said softly.
"And the boy? Tycho?" A male answered.
Chills shot down Ty's spine, they were talking about him. He wanted to end the dream, wake up now before anything bad happened, but something compelled him forward.
"-working on it now." The woman replied. "Don't worry darling, the little fo̱s ýfansi̱ will not interfere. He is not powerful enough."
"But he will be, and soon. Make sure that he doesn't make it that far." The man snapped his fingers and disappeared into the shadows.
" Fo̱s ýfansi̱," Ty echoed quietly. "Light weaver." He translated.
The woman turned her head and made eye contact, her lips curled into a smile.
Ty caught his breath, she was strikingly beautiful. She seemed to be 19 or 20 and her skin was literally white as snow, her piercing black eyes glittered in the dim light, her glossy black hair cascaded down past her bare shoulders. A golden diamond glittered on her forehead, her long dark blue and black dress hugged her figure, a delicate gold shawl was draped over her arms.
"Erebos will be pleased." She said and then she too vanished.
Suddenly the darkness seemed to shift and the shadows came to life. Dark silhouettes of men, women, and beast forgotten seemed to press upon him and he couldn't breathe.
Ty panicked, trying to release something from within him that he knew would not come. He gasped for air and fought back. Images of Camp burning, the deaths of many, demigod, mortal, and god alike, flashed through his mind and seemed to fill him with unending hopelessness and despair.
He winced, he felt like he was being smothered in the cold darkness of night itself and the shadows had cut him along his stomach, his left cheek, and his right upper arm. He felt life slipping away, he was slowly choking and the torture seemed like it would never end.
Ty gave up, too exhausted to struggle anymore. He was going to die, he decided, in his dreams. How humiliating was that?
"Dude! Don't give up!" He heard a familiar voice urge, a voice that had often whispered to him when he was in danger, a voice Will Solace, head councilor of the Apollo cabin, had identified as their father's.
"Fight boy," A girl's voice commanded. "Do not relinquish young hero."
Ty's eyes opened, he wasn't quite sure what happened next. All he remembered was the flashes of light. The next thing he knew he was standing in a pile of dissolving shadows, some with silver arrows sticking from their chests. They cried in agony even as the melted into the darkness.
"Well done Tycho. I guess the rumors are correct." A young girl of about 12 stood beside him, a silver bow stood armed in her hands. Her eyes glowed the yellow-white of the moon.
"Lady Artemis?" Ty guessed, giving a quick bow. His head slightly spinning from the turn of events.
The goddess graced him with a smile, "Rather intelligent for a child of my twin brother's." Then she grew serious. "You must save Apollo, half-blood. The Darkness is gathering, and with him they will be a step closer to completing their plan." She seemed to almost be talking to herself, her apprehension growing as she realized the full danger. Ty, of course, had little idea of what she was talking about. "Their power is great, for they hide it all, even from Hades himself." She continued. "I have tracked them here but you must come and soon. Within 12 days, if Apollo is not returned, the Darkness shall reign and their power will rival that of the gods. Olympus will fall and the Western world with it." She paused and then alarm grew on her face.
"Wait! Where's here?" He asked.
"I must go. Remember, boy, what I have said." She glowed, about to show her true godly form.
Ty adverted his eyes and when the brilliant glow faded, she was gone. Ty's dream spun and the rest of his vision went black.
Ty's eyes flew wide open and then squinted in the bright morning sunlight. "Lady Artemis!" He gasped and then choked as his throat reflexively swallowed a bite of food someone had just forced into his mouth. He got slightly distracted, it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted, like the chocolaty, moist, warm brownies his mom made him when he came from school but ten times better.
"Did he just speak?" Someone asked.
Ty blinked, brought the room into focus, and noticed that Chiron, Ian, Admeta, Annabeth, and Will Solace staring at him with looks of concern.
"Here Ty, drink this." Admeta, who was sitting by his side, held out a glass for him to sip from.
"Um, thanks?" He answered, not quite knowing why everyone looked so freaked and concerned. He took a sip and involuntarily closed his eyes to savor the taste. It was another reminder of home. The glass was frosty and had ice cubes bobbing gently in the strange drink yet the liquid was like Ty's dad's, or stepdad's, spicy hot chocolate that the family always drank on Christmas.
"You OK kid?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Ty asked. "Where are we anyways?"
"The infirmary..." Ian said.
"Last night you started moaning and you woke the whole cabin." Will explained. "When we got to your bunk you were shaking and gasping. It was like you were having a seizure. And then you started faintly glowing which, I'm not gonna lie, freaked us out. We tried waking you up but you wouldn't; you only groaned and continued to shake. I ordered Kayla and Austin to take you to the infirmary and they barely got you outside because you were thrashing around so much. Your eyes opened and we thought everything was fine till we saw they were glowing gold. They reminded me so much of..." Will trailed off, briefly reminded of the pain of the second Titan War and the friends that had been lost. Luke, son of Hermes, had had glowing golden eyes when he'd been the embodiment of the evil Titan Lord, Kronos. "Well anyways, that light I told you about? It started to grow but your skin was getting so pale." For Ty that was quite an accomplishment, he'd never been pale in his life. "Nico said he could see your life fading. You started saying things. Stuff like, 'No please stop! No more killing!' And you started muttering about the Dark and the Night. Three cuts seemed to etch themselves into your skin even though no one was touching you. Your...glow? gave on final flash of light and then died. Your skin began to gain it's color back, you said: dad. and then lay still."
"I got Chiron and we finally moved you here." Admeta added. "We've been giving you ambrosia and nectar to help." She motioned to the drink and food Ty had tasted when he'd first awakened. "We haven't given much, just enough to heal your cuts and assure you're fine, because eating a lot would pretty much lead to you spontaneously combusting...which would be bad."
"No, really?" Ty asked sarcastically.
"You said something about Artemis," Chiron observed.
"Yeah, she was in my dream-"
"What dream?" Ty quickly told them while Annabeth, Admeta, and Chiron exchanged looks of apprehension.
"Is there a law that states that all old powers need to try to take over the world?" Annabeth muttered.
Admeta cursed in Ancient Greek so softly that Ty was sure he was the only one who'd heard.
Chiron's horse half pranced nervously. "Well," He said, trying to sound upbeat. "Artemis has given you a quest and I suggest we go to see Mr. D."
Mr. D, A.K.A Dionysus, god of wine and madness. Ty sighed, he'd never met him personally but he'd heard he wasn't a big fan of demigods and the only reason he was the camp director was because he was being punished by his dad, Zeus, because he'd chased an off limits nymph.
In other words, he wasn't that high on Ty's list of people to meet. "Well," He said, rising from the bed and stretching his limbs. The nectar and ambrosia had made him feel so much better. "Let's go."
