Aster's POV:
So it was all my fault. I knew it. The reason he had those visions... It was my fault. The visions that brought him to tears, that basically killed him, slowly, from the inside out. I ran off, crying, flew up to Mount diablo and proceeded to yell at the sky.
"APHRODITE! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR SON?! YOU'VE RUINED HIM!" I screamed.
"You want to know why I did it?" The goddess asked.
"Yes!" I yelled.
"I did it for you, for him."
"How is this helping him?"
"It's not, yet. But it will, don't worry."
"How can I not worry? My best friend, who is a born leader and a brilliant person is reduced to a blubbering fool by one vision. You're not helping him, you're ruining him!" I cried.
"One day he'll overcome his fears and the visions will help him be an even stronger leader. I'm sorry that there are side effects, believe me I am. He's my son, and I DO care about him, but the visions had to be. They'll help him, you'll see."
"What if he dies before then? Won't you feel the least bit guilty?" The goddess grabbed me.
"Do you think I haven't been searching for a cure? Do you REALLY think I haven't been staying up at all hours of the night discussing possible cures for him with Apollo? We haven't found any yet that won't leave him worse off! I WANT to help him! But you needed to know about your past."
"Just, help him. Please, it kills me to see him like this, helpless and weak."