I was walking down the path in the forest with Grover when we heard a really weird noise coming from further up the path. Naturally we went and followed it to see where the sound was coming from.
Turning a bend in the path the sound became louder so I guessed we were getting closer to what was making that gods awful noise.
"Wait, what if it is a monster?" Grover asked with some fear in his voice. I was not surprised, Grover had never been much of a fighter.
"Don't worry G-man I have Riptide" My voice was full of confidence that wasn't fully there since I wasn't sure what I could possibly be up against. I had never, in all my year of fighting monsters, heard something that sounded as terrible as that.
As we got closer the sound seemed to actually be words. Huh?
Turning the last bend we braced ourselves, I drew Riptide as Grover clutched his reed pipes (which could be pretty useful as exhibited during the last Titan War (wow I am starting to sound like Annabeth)). We came around to see…
Apollo?
Yep, it was Apollo. He was staggering around and around the clearing 'singing' a song so slurred that we couldn't even tell the words anymore. While we watched he started to fall forward and he landed on his face in the dirt. For a moment he kept 'singing' his 'song' until he finally realized he was no longer looking at the walls of the forest but instead trampled earth. He then decided (for whatever reason) to strike up a conversation with the grass while his head was buried in the dirt.
Grover and I slowly began to back away, like one would do when faced with a dangerous animal. Once we got back to the tress we turned around and began walking quickly, leaving the god behind us. We only got about 50 feet before we started laughing, so hard (mind you) that we fell over ourselves and landed on the path rolling with fits of hysteria. Once we finally calmed down I put a serious look on my face and turned to Grover.
"Isn't one of his titles the God of Sanity?" I asked (I blame Annabeth for knowing this piece of information; we had an argument about it one day because I though Mr. D was while Annabeth insisted it was Apollo. Turns out it is a little bit of both but the title formally belongs to Phobis Apollo, our dear friend we left back in the clearing).
"Yes."
"I think someone should take away that title for he has clearly gone over the bend." And with that we feel into fits of laughter again.