Apollo's P.O.V (Woah did you expect that? I didn't XD)
3 or so years ago.
Apollo stood on the cliff top, staring over the large city expanse before him.
It was surprisingly interesting how much mankind had changed in the last 200 years.
From carriages and horses to Mopeds and Ferrari's. Long dresses and waistcoats to singlets and shorts.
Apollo sat down on the edge of the cliff; dangling his legs over the edge, as if it was the normal thing to do. He knew if a mortal walked past, they would surely suspect him of trying to commit suicide.
Mortals and their silly assumptions.
He chuckled to himself as he imagined some silly human trying to talk him out of suicide and then shocking the poor person by magically flying back up from his 'jump.'
That would go down like a house on fire.
"Aren't you supposed to be hiding from father's wrath?" A voice gruffly pointed out, behind him.
"Aren't you supposed to be killing innocent animals or something Ares?" Apollo retorted.
"For your information brother, I don't go around killing innocent animals for fun, no that's saved for Father and his lightning bolts." Ares said, standing next to him with an amused look on his face.
"What do you want Ares?" Apollo asked, getting straight to the point.
"Who said I wanted something?" Ares pointed out crouching down beside Apollo.
"You always want something Ares. What is it? Another drinking partner? Help hiding from Aphrodite?" Apollo asked, sighing.
"No! Why do you always assume it's something to do with Aphrodite?" Ares grunted.
Apollo shrugged his shoulders in response and motioned for Ares to carry on.
"I'm here to offer you advice." Ares said ominously.
"Advice?" Apollo asked disbelievingly
"Yes." Ares confirmed.
"What could you possibly have to advise me about?" Apollo asked sarcastically.
"Your children, the brother and sister. Kian and Eva is it?" Ares said.
"You know nothing about them!" Apollo hissed, raising a dagger at Ares' throat in warning.
"Woah boy, calm down." Ares said moving the blade away from his neck.
"Ares get to the point," Apollo hissed.
"You know as well as I do that, the boy will bring death upon us." Ares said turning serious.
"Yes, I do. But what can I do about it? I can't kill my own son," Apollo said tiredly.
"Even to save the girl?" Ares asked.
"Yes," Apollo said.
"She will die Apollo, you know it as well as I do." Ares said.
"Yes Ares, I do know. I am the one who is forced to watch their child die! I have no options left. If I let her die, order is right in the world again." Apollo shouted.
"And If you let her live?" Ares asked.
"Then I risk bringing down total destruction." Apollo mumbled.
Ares stood up all of a sudden, rage flashing through his eyes.
"Are you really that stupid!" Ares spat. "You can't stop a prophecy! None of them have to die brother, the prophecy is upon us no matter what we do."
"But Ares if I let her die, then all is solved." Apollo shouted.
"Think Apollo, for one damn minute!" Ares shouted.
Apollo stared blankly at Ares, causing the God to get more frustrated.
"Revenge Apollo, revenge." Ares deadpanned.
Apollo continued to stare blankly at him; trying to process the information that Ares had supplied him with.
"I must leave Apollo, I cannot help you anymore." Ares sighed.
"If you can call it help," Apollo mumbled confused.
"I advise you to chose wisely brother, death cannot be reversed." Ares said darkly, disappearing as quickly as he had appeared.
Apollo stood up a mask of confusion set firmly on his face.
Revenge? When did revenge come into the picture?
Present time (Still Apollo's P.O.V)
Apollo stood beside her invisible to the human eye.
How could he have been so stupid? It was only now that Ares' words made sense.
Revenge was something he should of expected, considering it was something he had experienced first hand; repeatedly.
Apollo smiled softly as he watched Sterling and his other children rushing about; giving orders and such.
At least they knew what they were doing.
He was starting to feel like some kind of stalker, creepily watching his daughter as she sat oblivious. He sighed as he realized his time was running out.
Apollo leaned down beside her wearily and muttered a hymn under his breath. He had graced her with her memories, something he'd surely regret.
"Forgive me for what I have done and what I am about to do." Apollo murmured.
Apollo vanished from sight, a guilty look set firmly on his face.
Revenge was the true bane of his existence.
Evie's P.O.V
Evie had the distinct feeling of being watched. But every time she looked around she was by herself.
Dammit she was getting paranoid, just another thing to add to the list.
She watched grinning as Sterling shouted at people; taking his leadership status way too seriously.
"Sterling don't get your panties in a twist, it's just a broken leg!" She called out jokingly
"Shut up Leprechaun! You're not a child of Apollo, you know nothing!" Sterling retorted, throwing his arms up in frustration.
"Well i'm surprised you are! I wouldn't trust you to fix a scratch!" Evie spat back
She smiled happily as Sterling flipped her off and stomped away.
He was so easy to annoy.
Evie flopped down onto the pillows tiredly, wincing when it jostled her throbbing head.
God damn headaches these days.
The infirmary was in a rush; with injured campers from a chariot accident. According to Wyatt and about a hundred other campers, it was all Bella's fault. Apparently she had decided it would be fun to accidentally set fire to the Ares chariot.
Yup Bella was a special child.
But that wasn't the only reason, half the other campers were there because of the random strike of lightning, that hit the infirmary. Most of them had left when they'd realized it was just Jason.
Suddenly a loud shout echoed through the room. Evie looked up alarmed as Charlie came in sprinting. Evie darted off the bed and jogged towards Charlie's panting form; ignoring Sterling's exasperated shouts.
"What's all the shouting about?" She asked.
"Chiron said yes!" Charlie shouted.
"Yes to what?" Evie asked confused.
"Time travel dear Watson!" Charlie shouted, alarming everybody in the infirmary.
Evie guffawed loudly stopping when she noticed Charlie's adamant face.
"Seriously?" Evie asked.
"Yes! Now come on, we're going to save Di Angelo's soul!" Charlie said, dragging a confused Evie behind her; towards the ICU.
Was everybody at Camp Half-Blood usually this insane?
She fumbled too catch up with Charlie's pace, tripping over her own feet repeatedly.
Eventually they bursted through the doors to Nico's room.
She looked around sheepishly as the crowd in Nico's room turned to look at them.
Charlie broke through the crowd and stood in front of Will; continuing to pull Evie behind her.
"Chiron agreed," Charlie said happily.
"Okay…" Will said confused.
"My plan dumb ass!" Charlie grumbled.
"Oh. What exactly is your plan?" Will asked.
"Soul hunting," Charlie said cryptically.
Evie listened to the chatter in the room absentmindedly, choosing to focus more on Nico's still body.
She cocked her head to the side, as something about Nico grew more familiar.
How could she know someone whom she'd only seen in a dream?
Evie stared intently at his face, as it it could crack the code; oblivious to the blatant stares directed at her. As it seemed the more she stared the more painful her head grew.
She stepped back alarmed as weird images started to filter through her brain.
"Are you alright?" Charlie asked, noticing Evie's distress.
"Yeah, I think so…" Evie mumbled dazedly.
Evie continued to step back as her brain started to overload; bumping into people as she went. All of a sudden her legs buckled and she knelt on the floor, realization dawning upon her.
"Evie dammit! What's going on?" Will asked crouching in front of her and placing his hands on her shoulders.
"My name isn't Evie," She mumbled.
"What is your name than?" Will asked patiently.
"Eva, my name is Eva." She said in a small voice.
"Uh huh…" Will said nodding animatedly, motioning for someone to fetch Sterling.
"I'm not crazy," Eva mumbled tiredly.
"I know you're not crazy," Will said in an even tone
"Than believe me when I tell you Will, my name is Eva Adherne and my brother, Kian is about to bring destruction upon us all."
A/N:
Sup guy's i'm surprised this story has actually been liked, ha!
Ever wonder how I write?
Well picture this:
A short blonde haired girl, typing and singing badly to the Les Miserables soundtrack. Mainly to the song On my own, the one sung by Eponine (Any Les Mis fans..nope just me?)
I have developed a new obsession... There is no hope for me!
Anyway I just spent my Monday afternoon finishing this and now I need to go finish my Spanish practice.
Buenos Noches people...