The next two days passed in a blur of activity. Sword play in the morning, ancient greek to follow, foot racing in the afternoon. Not to mention the various pranks, fights, and the occasional flying death instrument.

To be perfectly honest, 'Fred' had almost completely slipped my mind. The only time I thought about him was at night usually as I was beginning to drift off to sleep. I ran all the possiblities through my mind as to who he really was. I even went so far as to ask Lynn about him.

"If I had a brother as hot as you're describing I think I would know about it," she said. "Because then he would be setting me up with all his hot friends."

On the second day I decided to go down to the beach to clear my head. I had only gone down to the beach to go for a run and maybe jump in the cool water for a minute, but my plans were interrupted by a now familiar cocky grin. As I approached he stood up and waved.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted.

"Hi." He fell into step next to me as I continued to walk along the surf. My foot slipped on the loosely packed sand. I started to fall before he grabbed my arm and righted me on my feet. I smiled at him gratefully

"So did you get my hint?" he asked. I nodded.

"I've given it some thought, the poem, arrow, and glow of it suggest something to do with Apollo but you weren't with the cabin all week, and none of them know anyone who goes by Fred anyway. Are you a god?" The cocky grin was back now.

"You only guess that because I am too handsome for a mortal, but you are right, I am in fact a god."

"No, I knew I was right because no mortal, demigod or not, has as big a head as you." For a minute he looked mad, amd I remembered that even though he looked like a normal guy to me, he was in fact insanely powerful. I also remembered that gods have a habit of incinerating anyone who gets on their bad side. Or they turned them into small, easily killed, woodland animals. I did not think I would look good as a weasel. Luckily, the moment passed and he laughed again.

"My sister says that often actually," then he cursed. An idea hit me.

"You just said sister, right?"

"Possibly," he grumbled obviously annoyed he had let an extra hint slip.

"You're Apollo, aren't you?" It should have been obvious to me from the beginning who he really was. Even an Ares kid would have figured it out faster given all the clues I had been given.

"Took you long enough," he grumbled. " I mean is it really that hard to believe that I am an all powerful being."

"Actually, it kinda is when your in this form, you kinda look like my brother did," I shrug. I do not like talking about Luke, it is a sore topic to all of us, especially people who fought him. Apollo laughed.

"You're not the first person to say that," he said.

"So, ummm..." I hesitated unsure if I should refer to him as 'Lord' or something like that. Apollo sensed my hesitation and smiled.

"Hey, just call me Apollo, sweatheart."

"Alright, Apollo. Why are trying to get to know me?"

"Life's been boring lately, so I decided to make some mortal friends," I raised my eyebrow at him.

"There was just a huge prophecy not two days ago, and from the sounds of it, it refers to a child of yours, and, not to be rude, but whenever gods make mortal friends there's a new demigod running around nine months later..." I trailed of certain I had offended him, but he just laughed.

"Well, one I am the god of prophecy and I already know what will happpen, at least to an extent," I opened my mouth to interupt but he continued? "No, I won't tell you. And second it's illegal for anything to happen between us, so no worries you won't become a teen mom, at least I wouldn't be my fault, I just want to see what mortals are really like."

"Alright, so why me?"

"Well, I can't like you more than a friend so that helps the whole 'hanging out with mortal girls without sex' thing easier. You seem pretty cool, not as cool as me of course, but still. Plus, your dad told me to stay away so it was kind of an invitation to hang out."

"Yeah, he told me not to talk to you, now I know why," I laughed. "Do you think he realized that his warning would only make me more interested?"

"Your father isn't an idiot, but he probably thought you would listen to him, at least a little." Apollo laughed.

"You do know, I'm not exactly a normal mortal, right? I mean I've only been in the mortal world a handfull of times since I got here."

"That might be true, but you are probably more in tune with it than another god would be." He smirked. "Now, tell me, what do people like you do when you have nothing else to do?"

"Well, we kill cats," Apollo looked surprised.

"Why would you do that?"

"I think the real question is: why don't you?" Then I started laughing.

"I'm kidding," I said to his shocked face. "But seriously when I'm free I like to go swimming. Running is fun. I like to read. Oh, and practical jokes are a must."

"You like swimming, huh?" He got the same sort of look in his eye that my brothers do right before they try something incredibly stupid. Like use the Ares cabin for target practice, or the golden mango prank. I started to back away slowly.

"Don't you try anything!" I said already tensing to sprint. Apollo smiled.

"I would never," he said with mock hurt. Then he jumped forward and grabbed my waist. He tossed me into the water hard, but he did not realize that I had been thrown in more times than I could count and knew how to drag someone in behind me.

"You are so going to pay for that," Apollo said once we both reached the surface again. He shook the salty water from his hair. Then quick as a flash he tackled me pushing me further into the water. The water was a blue envelope around us as I thrashed and kicked at him, but further down we sunk. With a final push I hit the bottom and Apollo shot back to the surface.

I went to kick off the bottom and my ankle got tangled in seaweed. I started thrashing around in a panic, trying to untangle myself from the plant, but it only got tighter.

My lungs started to burn and black spots were dancing across my vision. My legs kicked uselessly, trying desperately to reach the surface. The burn for air in my lungs became unbearable and I gasped for breath, sucking in the cool water. I chocked and started thrashing harder as the water filled my lungs.

My vision became darker and darker until I could just barely make out a slightly darker form in the water above. Then the world went black.

A/N Yes I know I'm evil stoping there but I wrote this quickly and it seemed like a good place to stop for noe, I should update again soon. Also, check out my poll on my profile. I have decided to write a companion to this story in Apollo's PIV and I need help with the title. I decided this because i don't like to switch POV's in a story but I want to explore Apollo's mind.

XOXOXO

Vicki