Part X – Apollo
Apollo jolted up. He had been dozing slightly. He shook his head sharply and stood up and stretched. Gods don't usually get nightmares. He shook his head ruefully. "Actually, that wasn't a real nightmare. It was a memory."
A memory of Percy shredding Ares with black fire.
A memory of Percy's laugh.
A memory of Apollo watching as his friend stared at him and didn't know him.
Apollo frowned and shook his head again. He teleported to his villa and sat down on his couch. He sighed and then picked up his lyre.
A song was forming. He frowned deeper when the title came to mind.
A Lament for Percy
Apollo bit his lip slightly in thought. What happens now? So much has happened to Percy. The poor guy's gone through so much! What happens now?
He sighed and focused on his music. It was haunting. The sound of the sea. The sound of the wind's mourning cry echoed through his music.
Apollo opened his mouth and began to sing, sadly, longingly, echoing the sadness that he had seen in Percy's eyes. The terror he had seen in everyone's eyes when they thought they had lost the Percy they knew.
Apollo worked through the rest of the night, perfecting his song. He wanted it perfect. Perfection was the only thing Percy deserved.
