Hiya =) How you doin? Yay! Sooo, yeah... have fun reading (I do hope you enjoy the bit of poetry I put in... yes I did write that... no I didn't write the song... I just tweaked it... don't freak) :) (Ah! Smiley face! XD sorry.. little hyper... I'll leave now...)

"What I'm trying to say is that it's impossible for you to use Egyptian magic."

"But I did," I reply, just as puzzled as Carlos who's pacing quickly across the room.

"I know. But it's impossible!"

"Obviously it isn't," Dion comments dryly, pouring another glass of wine for himself.

"Maybe it wasn't her," Chiron suggests.

"It was. But it couldn't have been. It's impossible!"

"I think we've gotten the point."

I nod, agreeing with Dion. "So it was impossible. But I did it. Maybe Apollo would have an idea."

Chiron snaps his fingers. "Manipulation. You found out your Grace, then you yelled that word and you manipulated the rocks to explode at the exact moment."

"That's it!" Carlos immediately grasps the idea. "It has to be it."

I nod, but somehow I'm still not convinced that that's what happened. Oh well.

"If that's it, am I free to go?"

"Yes, Chiron, go with her."

I glare at Dion. "I don't need a babysitter."

"No, but you need a chaperone."

I close my eyes in horror. "Please. No. Don't. I don't need a chaperone!"

"Maybe not, but Apollo does."

I groan. "I'll keep him in line. I know I can."

"D, you're daughter is more than capable of handling him."

"Fine."

I smile my thanks to Chiron (maybe he's not that bad) and turn to leave.

"Kyra," Chiron's voice stops me and I glance back. "One hour, that's all. And this is your last meeting."

I roll my eyes, "Okay."

"And no more capture the flag."

I nod and quickly exit the house, heading to the archery range before he decided to give me more instructions. I had to admit, though, no capture the flag wasn't breaking my heart.

"There you are. I almost decided to come and find you."

I punch Apollo's arm. "Just be grateful I'm here. I've only got an hour."

"Only an hour?" With shoulders slumped, his eyes pleaded me to say different.

I laughed and hit his shoulder. "Don't give me that! You know Chiron is being more than fair! We've already found out what my Grace is, so there's really no reason for him to let me come out here anymore. It's our last night."

He got a dramatic look on his face as he gazed longingly into the distance. "Our last night. The last time I shall ever gaze upon such fair beauty.

"Stolen away twas my love, by a father and a brother.

"Ne'er seen again twas my love, yet my heart yearns for no other.

"Forever will I keep the memory of her joy in my mind,

"For one day my pure, sweet love again might I find.

"That I may once again be allowed to hold my sweet lover,

"And steal her away, from a father, a brother."

"Wow," I smile softly and he turns back to me with a grin, putting his arm around my waist. "Did you just make that up?"

"Yes," He shrugs, grabbing my hand and holding it up. "And you owe me a dance."

I giggle. "You ballroom?"

"I do indeed," He winks and nods as he begins leading me through a series of familiar Viennese waltz steps.

"I would never have guessed."

"Oh trust me, there is a lot more to me than meets the eye," He says in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Is there?" I whisper back just before he spins me and switches the dance slightly so that my back is to his chest.

"It would take many lifetimes to completely discover me," His lips brush against my ear, causing me to shiver slightly.

He twirls me out, spinning me back and dipping me down low smoothly.

I catch his neck, staring daringly into his eyes as one of my fingers trails down his cheeks.

"I accept the challenge."

His eyes brighten and he laughs. "No one's ever completed it."

"Well maybe," I spin out of his arms and onto the ground, still holding his hand. "Maybe I will be the first."

"Maybe you will."

Something flashed through his eyes like inspiration, or a dream and he kneels down beside me. His eyes are earnest and something is begging to be said. He opens his mouth to let it but suddenly shakes his head and laughs almost bitterly.

"What? What is it?" I ask, smiling.

He groans, sitting back on his butt and holding his hands across his knees. "I keep forgetting how young you are."

I laugh. "Is that all?"

His gaze rolls over to mine and then away. "No."

"Come on," I poke him. "You can tell me."

"Your dad would kill me…?"

"That's not it," I roll my eyes. "I know you don't care what Dion thinks."

"I care more than I let on," He shrugs.

I sigh, leaning against him and hear him echo it.

"You're going to tell me someday," I whisper, ducking under his arm and encircling his waist with mine.

"Tell you what?" He asks, amused (though I see right through his game) as he shifts to get his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin.

"What you were going to say when your eyes got so passionate."

He laughs and I hear a wee bit of nervousness poking through. "Passionate? Never! That didn't happen. Nor will I tell you what I was really thinking because I already did."

"You're just trying to confuse me now."

"Yes, that is correct."

"It won't work."

"Yes it will."

"No it won't."

"Tonight it will."

"Forget it."

"It's already working."

"Nu-huh!"

"Ya-huh."

"You were going to ask me a question."

"Was I?" He grinned broadly. "Oh look, I just did."

"Stop it!"

"Stop what? Oh! There was another one!"

I turn so I can glare at him. "You're wasting our hour."

"Our hour has already passed dear one."

"It has?"

He smiles sadly and shrugs. "Tis unfortunate."

"Why do you keep talking in Middle English?"

"Because it twas a highly romantic period, full of poetry speaking of death and life, love and hate, jealousy and heroism, anything you can imagine."

I sigh with a slightly mischievous smile. "I keep forgetting how old you are."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not that old."

My eyebrow goes up and he repeats the action.

"Come on Kyra. You know it's different with us immortals."

"Of course I do," I smile sweetly. "You're all really old!"

"Uugh! I'm not old!"

"I know. You're ancient."

"No! Do I look old to you?"

I study him closely. "Weeelll, you are getting a few wrinkles around the forehead area."

"You're making that up."

"It's a possibility."

"I'm not that old," He finishes quietly.

"And I'm not that young," I counter.

"You're not even fifteen!"

"And you're over fifteen million!"

Okay, yes, I'll admit, that was an exaggeration. I think. I hope.

He rolls his eyes, putting his forehead against mine. "That's an exaggeration."

I laugh. "Good."

A confused look appears over his features. "Why does it matter? I mean, I'd still look the same."

I shrug. "It doesn't! I'm just agreeing with you."

His eyes roll again. "You're not supposed to agree with me!"

"Whatever," My eyes mirror his.

So maybe I'd had a couple dreams about a very shirtless, very smexy Apollo and the whole idea of him being fifteen million would just ruin my subconscious.

"You afraid it'll ruin your dreams?" He teases, probably having picked up a stray thought or something.

I try to hide the blush but am pretty sure I fail. Being friends with this god really sucked sometimes. "Uh, no. Definitely not."

"Oh, come on," The mischievous sparkle lights up his face. "I knoooooww you dream about me."

"Nooo, I don't," I insist, then pause. "Wait… how would you know what I dream?"

He grins. "Because I sent them. Aaand because dreams… prophecies… visions… they're kinda my thing."

I groan and pull away from him, hugging my knees to my chest. I should've known. Seriously, didn't immortals have anything better to do than mess with our lives?

He got up to a kneeling position, then tediously wrapped his arms around all of me as if he expected me to vanish into thin air any moment.

"Ky, don't be upset," He says softly, apologetically. "I didn't mean to make you mad. I'm sorry. If it makes you feel better, I didn't really send the dreams. I just presented the idea and let you take it where you wanted."

I shrugged. "It's no big deal."

I could feel his grin warming me. "Good. I have to say, I was very happy with where you took it."

"What? I thought you said you didn't really know what I dreamed!" I turn my head towards him, glaring slightly.

He winced. "I didn't say that. See, I gave you the idea, then later, when I went to sleep, the dream came to me too. I think I unintentionally linked our dreams."

I stared at him for a few seconds. "Are you kidding me?"

"No?" His eyes beg me not to slap him.

I shake my head at him. "You're an idiot."

I hear him sigh, probably in relief and lean his head against my back. Then, he looked up, moved my hair and started kissing the base of my neck. The small of my back contracted and sizzled when he trailed two fingers against my spine

"A-Apollo?" I stutter, my back arching. "Wha-what are you doing?"

He doesn't answer, but moves so that his lips have more to explore along my jaw line.

"N-no, Apollo, no. You can't-you can't do this," I object, trying to brush his lips away with my hand. "You said it yourself, I-I'm really young. So…so I can't do this."

He sighs again, but this time in defeat and stops. "I'm sorry."

Swallowing, I shrug the matter off as I stand.

"I should get going."

He stands also, giving me a hesitant smiling. "You're right."

I grin. "I know."

He rolls his eyes, but I'm grateful we managed to clear that hurdle. I hug him and turn to go, but his arm stops me.

"Wait, can I at least have a goodnight kiss? It is the last time I know that we'll see each other," His usual mischievous twinkle was back in his eyes and I laugh, holding out my hand.

His eyes roll again, but he grins, goes down on one knee and takes my hand in his, opening it up to place a kiss on the palm. Then he closes it and touches his lips to the delicate veins on my wrist. I smile, take back my hand and brush my lips over the place his touched and his eyes brighten.

"Goodnight, Apollo."

I then turn and walk away, humming Sweet Dreams by Patsy Cline softly.

Yes, I am aware that this is a song with a melancholy feel, but just for that night, the lyrics rearranged themselves in my head and everything was right.

Sweet dreams of you

Every night I go through

Why don't I forget you and start my life anew?

Instead of having sweet dreams about you

You shouldn't love me, it's plain

I know, I might never wear your ring

Maybe I should hate you the whole night through

Instead of having sweet dreams about you

Sweet dreams of you

Things I know won't come true

Why don't I forget the past, start loving someone new?

Instead of having sweet dreams about you