This time, the theme is 'Light'! I decided to make this one humorous, since the net few are going to be darker. 'Light' is about Apollo in his sun car, yet again getting distracted and having troubles! Enjoy!

And by the way, I wanted to give Maiden of Eternal Longevity a thank you because she helped me decide what to do for 'Light'! Thank you, Mel!

~*~*~Chapter Three, Theme Three: Light~*~*~

It was mornings like these that made him love his job. The birds chirping away, the sleepy New England towns still in blissful sleep, the cool September morning air caressing his face. And, of course, driving in his awesome ride, a Maserati Spyder, always made his day good. Well, mostly.

Maybe not today.

Though when the other gods looked back on the tale and laughed, he had to admit that he did see what was funny about it.

Apollo had been having a wonderful morning, driving in his sun car over the horizon, waking up mortals that needed to go to work, children that needed to go to school. The many good things about morning were happening, and Apollo thought that maybe he would even stop by a small town for a coffee later that morning, maybe pick up a college girl.

But when you're a god, things get turned around quite easily.

Since he was so happy, Apollo wanted to make that morning's sunrise special, with pink, and even purple, streaking the sky, instead of just a glowing orange. To add some extra pizazz to the sunrise, he would need to just honk his horn, and the orange would mix in with other brilliant colors.

So, he did. But too bad the sun god was unprepared for what would happen next.

When Apollo honked the horn of his sun car, and was prepared to be amazed by the spectacular view of the sunrise. Unfortunately, his view was blocked by a sudden array of bright, square-shaped pieces of confetti, all different colored papers. Apollo closed his eyes and the sun car dropped a little, but he opened his eyes and steadied it, then spit a few pieces of different colored confetti out of his mouth.

Apollo's eyes narrowed, his brain starting to piece together what could have possibly happened. Flashy squares of paper, somehow coming out of his wheel when he honked it's horn. Ultimately, it was a prank. And one person, one god, always came to Apollo's mind, if not all of the gods' minds, when it came to pranks.'

Hermes.

Apollo sighed. "Why?" He called to the sky, hoping that that one particular god would hear it. Surely he was close by, watching Apollo, and probably laughing at the sun god's reaction.

Suddenly, Hermes appeared out of thin air, now sitting in the passenger's side seat of the golden Maserati Spyder.

"Because it's fun," he replied with an impish grin.

Apollo sighed dramatically. "But we're friends, right? Why didn't you go do something to Ares or something?"

Hermes started to run the nail of one of his index fingers along the outside of the car, on the gleaming golden paint.

"Oh, because your reactions are always the best," Hermes said inattentively, as if it made complete sense. Which it kind of did.

"But it's not fun for me!" Apollo said, and looked over at him. "I thought we were friends, so you're not supposed to ruin my perfect morning by - " he stopped and knit his eyebrows, noticing what Hermes was doing to his car. "STOP THAT! Stop that now!"

Hermes looked over at him, an amused smirk on his face, but he continued to scratch at the car. "Stop what?"

"Stop that, that . . . thing you're doing with your finger!" Apollo shouted stupidly.

"Oh, you mean this?" Hermes asked. He stuck two of his fingers in the air, then brought them down on the car, and began scraping it again.

"Stop!" Apollo shouted, his face turning red. "I'm going to blast you out of here if you keep scratching my baby!"

Hermes rasied an eyebrow, an amused look still on his face. "Awe, you say that every time, it never happens."

"It will happen!" Apollo roared, not paying attention to driving at all now.

"Oh, but it won't," Hermes said with an elfish smirk. "See, you always say that when I touch one of your 'babies'."

Apollo had three 'babies'. They were special to him, and they weren't half-bloods, those he considered his children. No, Apollo's babies were as followed. Number one, his bow. Number two, his sun car. And number three, his lyre. Anybody that messed with those . . . well, most didn't come away without a scratch. Mortals usually didn't last long after that, hence Apollo infesting his golden bow with a disease that would rapidly advance to kill someone in a matter of weeks.

Gods of course, were different, especially ones that Apollo actually liked. Gods like Hermes, Poseidon, even the occasional other ones, like Aphrodite or Hephaestus. If any mortal touched one of Apollo's precious 'babies' without his permission, it was never good for them. If any god did, they of course couldn't die, but Apollo wouldn't let them just get away with it.

Normally.

But Hermes was sly in avoiding trouble.

"Yeah, but this time you might ruin it!" Apollo whined.

Hermes grinned mischievously and started scratching the car with three fingers. "So?"

Apollo growled and in one swift motion, grabbed onto Hermes wrist and pulled his hand off of the sun car. When Apollo let go of it, Hermes cradled his right hand in his left one and seemed to pout a little.

"I think you sprained my hand," he mumbled pitifully, while Apollo smiled triumphantly.

"Ha!"

Hermes eyes suddenly widened. "Hey Apollo, watch out for the pegasus!"

Apollo laughed. "I'm not falling for that one again, little brother!"

"No, I'm serious - " Hermes said, when suddenly a white wall smashed into the passenger's side of the car and cut off hit words. It had wings, a glistening white coat, and a long, shiny mane of the same color.

A pegasus, Apollo thought with a smirk, not taking in that this pegasus could have potentially hurt baby number two. So he wasn't lying.

The pegasus tumbled out of the air with a few angry neighs, which for all they knew, could have been profanity. It's bellows were lost in the sounds of the morning as it descended down to the Earth, where it would hopefully get over shock and fly before it hit.

Hermes was gasping for breath, and the whole time, Apollo was laughing so hard that his sides started to cramp up. He looked over at Hermes, whose eyes were a little wild, and who had a scrape on his face that had golden ichor running out of it and down his face. Apollo laughed even harder, if that was possible, then composed himself and grabbed the wheel again.

"That's what you get!" He shouted, a giddy smile on his face.

"I think your baby got it too," Hermes muttered sulkily.

Apollo's face went dead serious, and he glared at Hermes. "It better not have, 'cause you'd be paying Hephaestus the repair job, and maybe I'd even get upgrades!"

Hermes groaned. "Great."

Apollo smirked a little. "Yep, for me."

Hermes sighed, and then abruptly, there was a thud-like sound, and when the two gods looked, something was on the windshield of Apollo's Maserati Spyder.

Glaring at them both angrily in the eyes was the minor wind god, Boreas of the north winds.

"You know, Notus was complaining about this only a few months ago!" Boreas complained, manipulating the wind to carry him above the sun car. "Do you two have nothing better to do but run into harmless air creatures and minor gods?"

And then, while Apollo and Hermes sat there with a very odd cross between bored and amused looks on their faces, Boreas began lecturing them about how the world would be nowhere without the minor gods, and how air creatures were the most brilliant animals on Earth and not to be messed with in any funny or terrible way.

"You know, I am driving the sun at the moment," Apollo said in a bored fashion. "And you aren't exactly helping."

Boreas scoffed. "Good for nothing riff-raff kids." He said indignantly, jutting his chin up in defiance. Then, in a swirl of wind and clouds, he was gone. The wind died down once he left, and the clouds settled.

"Wow. . ." Hermes said with a smirk on his face.

"Tell me about it," Apollo said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, I'm done now, wanna go get some coffee?"

Hermes raised an eyebrow. "Sure . . . why?"

"To get some chicks, duh!" Apollo exclaimed matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Hermes said, as if it just hit him at that moment. Which it did. "Yeah, okay!"

Apollo grinned and swerved the sun car down, to a New England college town. But would he be mad when he saw the damage the pegasus had done to his car . . .

Hephaestus never exactly went easy on pirces for repairs, so Apollo had made Hermes pay for it all, because technically, it was all his fault.

Oh well. Upgrades to his car, those were always good.

Ha, that was random. XD

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