i do not own percy jackson, Rick Riordan does. I originally was not gonna do Chapter 2 but someone encouraged me to do it. So here it is. Apollo's roman form is similar to his greek, since he carries the same name. Not much was written about his roman side in canon so i kinda made him similar.
Chapter 2
"Wake up child." I felt something warm nuzzling my face. I opened my eyes to see that the sun was blinding my eyes. Groggy, I sat up and saw that Lupa was staring at me with those cold silver eyes. I saw my reflection in them, my own silver eyes reflected in her's.
"Are you going to take me to camp?' I asked.
"No child, that journey is for you to take alone. One that Romulus and Remus once did to find Rome." Lupa growled. "I will only point you to the right direction, the rest you must do alone."
"So bothersome. Why do I need to do this? Can't I just leave and you know be a lone wolf?" I asked with a lazy gaze. Lupa looked at me with wide eyes. After a few seconds of silence she threw back her head and let out a laugh. I had no idea wolves could laugh like that, but then again I never met a talking wolf until Lupa.
"You never cease to amuse me child. You can by all means go and do that. However you know your mother's orders. Lady Diana and the rest of the gods are still unsure of your existence. You must prove your loyalty by joining your fellow Romans." I scoffed at her words and stood up from the ground.
"I wonder if life would be easier if I were a jackalope." I murmured to myself while looking up at the cloudless sky. "Thanks Lupa, for the whole taking care of me thing. Even the times you and your pack tried to kill me."
"A test to see if you were worthy of the title of Roman. Now go child. I'm getting sick of hearing your silver tongue." I laughed at her words and picked up my bag. I gave her an awkward wave of good bye and left the old house.
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A blinding light greeted me as I left. I turned my eyes away, realizing that it was a god coming to greet me. I quickly bowed my head at the god standing before me.
"Lord Apollo… it is a pleasure to see you." I said with my eyes looking down at the ground.
"Nephew, raise your head." I looked up to see god. He had long flowing golden hair, seemingly floating, as if he was a model for a clothes line. His blue eyes twinkled with amusement as he matched my silver ones. "I saw your progress nephew, and I was quite pleased with your efforts. However you still have more tasks set out before you. Complete each one, and then we will know whether or not you are an ally or foe. For my sake and yours I hope you reach the camp, do not taint your mother's name." I clenched my fists tightly, but my face was emotionless as i stared at the god of prophecy, sun, and archery.
"Yes lord Apollo." I said with a cold tone. Apollo raised an eyebrow at my words but soone he flashed me a bright smile.
"No need to be so stiff nephew. I know you're Diana's son, but no need to copy her attitude. You need to relax more, or chillax as the mortals these days are saying. My eyes narrowed as I stared at the god. "I feel a poem coming. Diana is lame, You need to be more chillax, I am Awesome."
"I am awesome is only four syllables." I said while rubbing my temples in frustration.
"Huh, you're right. What would be good then? Hmmmmm." I gave out a sigh, and walked past the god. "Wait nephew." I turned around and noticed that Apollo was staring at me with a stern expression. Out of reflex I straightened my back and held my head up. Gods how Roman was that. "Heed my warning nephew, do not ignore the gods command, or things will end up terribly for you. Take that message to heart. Also, happy birthday Arcus. I am so Awesome, there five syllables." And with that he flashed in a great light. The grass had a circle of burnt grass where Apollo was standing. On that burnt grass laid a golden pendant. I picked it up and noticed that it had a lyre and sun imprinted on it.
"I guess I can't ditch camp then." I groaned.