"Lord Apollo!" Thalia exclaimed. So this dark, brooding man was Apollo. Good thing I don't date or like guys or anything like that, or I would have totally fallen for him. He was hot. extremely.
"Huh," he asken stupidly, "You!" he yelled, coming towards me. "Mark my words child; you will regret the day you were born. I will make your life so miserable you will beg for mercy from me and my father! How dare you be the child of my sister! And you," he said turning to Thalia, "How could you, my own half sister, be friends with this freak of nature!" He then erupted into a dazzling white light.
"What was that about?" Thalia asked. Then I told her about my dream. I was getting freaked out. He could be a really horrible enemy. Almost as bad as Ares, who didn't quite mind that much.
"That can't be true. Apollo is really nice." Thalia said. Her tone was disbelieving. "He must have confused you with someone else."
"Yes, he confused me with one of the other million daughters of Artemis running around, Thal." I said in a voice loaded with sarcasm.
"I quess it must be true. Crap Bag. Maybe for punishment he'll make you go to one of his poetry readings. They are horrible. But he wouldn't have taken anything from you. I'm sure of that." Thalia said confidently.
"Then why was he searching in our cabin?" I asked.
"I guess I really don't know." Thalia admitted. We went to inspect the damage. My trunk's contents were strewn everywhere. My bed was pulled apart. Thalia snapped her finger and everything was put back in place. I looked in my trunk and…
"NO!!!" I yelled!
"What?" Thalia asked nervously.
"My diary's gone!"
