Compared to being tourchered by the Creature, watching Apollo wander aimlessly, rock in corners and scream so hard that his vocal chords ripped was a breeze. What wasn't so easy to handle was the effects that Will felt. He felt everything that Apollo did on his body. He had seen so much of Tartarus and its horrors. He sometimes wished to be blind again.
The dream shifted, Will was at camp observing the Apollo cabin. They were disoriented but none were as bad as him. Some still had their healing abilities. But their music and archery had gone out of the window.
The dream went back to Tartarus. This time Apollo noticed Will. Apollo flinched thinking that another monster had come to fight him but then as he looked closer he saw that it was Will. Apollo embraced his son. For the first time in months Will felt real warmth.
"Will, I'm so sorry that this had happened." Apollo said sadly.
"Please just tell me this why this happened me?"
Apollo sighed and turned away from his son, "I was being selfish. I saw greatness within you and when you are with Nico it multiplies. I'm sorry, I've been such a horrid father." Apollo began to weep, "I never knew that you would lose your sight or be tortured by that thing. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Will comforted his father, "Its fine. Just stop this crying, its foolish."
"You're right. But just look at you. Your arms and back and scared."
Will shrugged, "War scars, dad seriously it's nothing."
"Will, there is another reason that I chose you. I know that you can stop the hatred that Zeus has for me."
Will looked at his father in bewilderment, "Father, his hatred for you is thousands of years old. How can I stop it?"
"Prove your might, Will. You and Nico can fix this."
Apollo embraced his son again. Wills pain left him. He felt peaceful and light.
"The next time we meet everything will have been fixed. I believe in you!"
Apollo smiled and gave Will a big thumbs up.