The door flung open, Cameron dashing in.

"Elanor! What the hell do you think you're doing?" In the light protruding from her eyes, Cameron could see tears glimmer at the lines of Elanor's eyes. Her breath was staggered,

"This is the only way," she sniveled.

"No, It's not. You can change this. All you have to do is make amends."

Elanor, whose hands were propped on her mother's shoulders, let go of the woman, sending Elanor's mother plummeting to the ground, her eyes closed, face in an almost peaceful expression. Elanor pressed her palms to the sides of her head, turning to face him, light from her eyes directing itself toward Cameron. Tears fell in slow, flowing movements, onto the concrete.

She took a shaky breath before speaking, "Y... Y-y-" her voice faltered, "You have no idea what she has done to me! She- that-" she pointed a finger to her mother's body on the floor, "How can you possibly expect me to make... Make amends-"

"Elanor-"

"SHE TRIED TO KILL ME!" Elanor roared, her voice dry and raw from crying and yelling, "CAMERON YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND-"

"El-"

"STOP TRYING! Cameron... Please..." Elanor raised her palms toward Cameron, light piecing itself into a glowing, swirling ball, "I don't want to do this..."

"This won't change anything," Cameron said. Elanor was panting, her breath quickening as she wept, tears spilling down. She squeezed her eyes shut, and looked away. The ball of light started to fade, and Cameron relaxed.

"Cameron..." She looked him in the eye.

"I knew you-"

"I'm sorry."

Cameron squeezed his eyes shut, ready for her light to blind him.

And the light came.

Silence.

That was all for a few brief moments. Cameron opened his eyes, and all he could see was darkness, and nothing more.

I'm blind, he thought, rubbing his eyes, then squeezing them shut again, trying to avoid tears from running down his cheeks. He would never see light again. He would never see the flowers again. He would never see the beauties of the world yet to discover. Never again.

Never again.

Suddenly a voice from above him boomed, a voice full of authority, full of masculinity.

"Anger management issues, little Elanor?"

Cameron couldn't see anything, but he could feel somebody enter the room out of nowhere. He could feel that somebody important was here, and it could only be one sort of person. A god.

"Let's just fix this poor little dude's eyes right here."

Cameron squeezed his eyes shut again, and his heart leapt. He could see. He could see. He could see.

A man was standing in the middle of the room, power and light emanating from his body all the way from his shimmering blonde locks to his golden sandals.

"Who... Who are you?" Elanor cowered in the presence of the god.

The god perched himself onto the chair. "Don't recognize your own dad? How sad." Apollo shook his head, polishing his nails. Elanor's eyes grew larger.

"Dad?"

"I didn't know I gave you that little gift that you have. That light thing you can do," he snapped his fingers, light coming from his fingertips. He wiggled his fingers around sending light in all directions, "I'm so cool." He said to himself.

"Why are you here?"

"Well I dunno. I was having my hair done," he fluffed his hair, "and then I saw all this light and stuff so..."

Momentary awkward silence.

"Actually my dear brother Dionysus was begging me to bring light back to the camp you guys run. You should have seen him, he was practically worshipping me, begging, pleading," Apollo sniggered, "Oh, you should have seen that little god."

Cameron crossed his arms. This guy seemed pretty self-centered.

"I think I can actually dream up a haiku about him pleading and stuff," The god cleared his throat, "Sissy little bro, looks so funny when he's scared, I am so awesome." He grinned, clearly proud of himself.

"Right..." Cameron slowly moved toward the door.

"So, anyway. I have decided to make an agreement with him, but, it's going to cost you."

"I'll do whatever it takes."

"Okay, one: don't murder your mom. Two: i'll bring the light back to your camp but i'll have to take your light powers."

"Um what?"

"Hey, missy. You said 'whatever it takes'" Apollo made his voice go all high pitched as he attempted to imitate a girl's voice, making sarcastic quotation marks with his hands. Elanor looked down. "I get it... It's hard, but it's the only way."

"I'm a monster." she breathed, "I did this..." She sighed. "One last light." She clicked her fingers, casting a yellow-golden glow in the room.

Apollo stepped toward her, stretching his hands out. His hand made contact with her head, and he muttered something in greek under his breath.

Flashing light.

They were gone.

The End

Author's Note

This story was fun. :)

I hope you all liked my story, and thank you to all the people who had stuck with my story from the start! It was so fun to write, and I am thankful for all you who reviewed, liked, favorited, and followed.

I may or may not write an epilogue, you never know. :)

The end is just the beginning...

- PennPowers