A/N: OK. So I know I haven't updated since… I can't even remember! O.O I'm really sorry to those who wanted me to update but it's been really hard finding inspiration and putting it to words. OK, time to stop with the pathetic atmosphere.
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Will Solace, son of Apollo:
Everything seemed so much like a dream to Will that he was afraid he'd wake up and find himself in his bunk in Cabin 7. He felt surprised that the gods chose him to be one of the campers to come to Mt. Olympus. Now, he stood grinning beside his father's chariot after having met the 9 Muses. It's every child of Apollo's dream to meet the Muses and to see their father. Will had experience much more now. He'd met the 9 Muses, ate with the Olympians, and now, his dad was giving him the chance to drive, actually drive, the sun chariot! It was Will's own personal Wonderland, minus the rabbits and fighting cards.
"OK Will. We're going to drive this bad baby-" Apollo patted his sun chariot which was in sports car-modeand watched his son with eager eyes. "into the sky for half of the day at most or less if you want to." He ended with a grin that matched that of the excited demigod. "Then we'll spend half of the remaining time with Hermes and his sons and half of it with the Muses for the nightly concert we do. Now, ready to begin the best day ever?"
In response, Will jumped into the driver's seat, put on his seatbelt (much to Apollo's distaste) and started up the sun chariot. He grinned mischievously at his dad who was staring agape at his son. "Well, dad? Are you just going to stand there and wait for the flies to come in your mouth or are you going to help me bring up the sun? 'Cus if you don't get in the chariot, I'm leaving you."
Apollo did a smirk and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He said teasingly. Will rolled his eyes. "Just get in the car. You wouldn't want Aunt Artemis to come and demand why the sun is late…. Would you?" Will's eyes closed half-way and a smirk found its way on his lips as Apollo paled at the thought. In the end, Apollo sighed and stepped into the Convertible.
"Time for lift-off, Captain Solace." Will grinned at the name and decided to play along. "of course, Pilot Apollo." Then he pretended to have a microphone. "Attention, passengers, we are now taking off. Expect infinite amounts off loops during the flight so may we request that if you have a queasy stomach, please either take your medicine or step out of the vehicle. Thank you." Apollo was about to add another comment when the two heard a voice.
"Apollo, if you don't get the sun going, I will burn your haiku book." Artemis said, arms folded, a frown on her face and glaring intently at the sun god. Apollo flashed a look of horror before turning to Will who sent a small wave to his aunt. "Son, if you love me,you'd step on it."Will blinked, tilted his head in confusion, then shrugged before stepping on the gas. The chariot shot forward and moments later they were in the sky. Apollo didn't notice the small smile on his sister's face as they started they journey of the sun or the amusement in her eyes when Will waved at her.
Those two are so alike and yet so different. Interesting… better keep an eye on them. I'm pretty sure they'll do weird stunts while driving that chariot. After all, with Apollo there… it'd be a miracle if those two don't do anything stupid.
~ ~ ~ 15 minutes later ~ ~ ~
"WOOHOOO!" Will shouted while making the sun chariot make another loop like a roller coaster for the 4th time. Apollo was laughing madly beside Will, clutching his sides.
"This… is the BEST chariot riding… my car has ever experienced!" He shouted through the wind. Will made it so that they were flying upside down, which was even better in Apollo's opinion. Just then the two heard chuckles and saw an iris-message from Hermes, Connor and Travis in front of them. Connor and Travis waved at Will while Hermes grinned at Apollo. "Seems like fun Apollo, but Artemis told me to tell you that if you don't stop fooling around, she's going to shoot you down from the sky."
"Awwwwww…" Will pouted. "Oh well…" He jerked the wheel sharply to the left and soon, the father-son duo were driving safely across the sky. The two had pouts on their faces. Hermes flashed them a grin before cutting off the connection.
"Those two are so alike." Hermes thought. A moment of silence passed.
"Will?"
"Yeah dad?" Apollo grinned at his son.
"I think I know what to get you for your 18th birthday."
Connor and Travis Stoll, sons of Hermes:
Hermes cut off the Iris-message he sent after telling Apollo Artemis' message. Then he turned to his sons but found that they weren't there. Hermes gulped and quickly looked around.
Oh no… where could they have gone!It hasn't even been 10 minutes and those two are already gone. *sigh* Better start looking before someone like Hera finds them.
He started looking around specifically near the park which the twins thought was the best place to do a prank. He was about to sit on the bench and think when he heard a small familiar chuckle and the sound of a slap. He inwardly grinned.
So… they think they can prank the best prankster in the world, huh? Time for a little fun then.
He pretended to walk toward the exit when he heard the bush behind the bench rustle a bit. Hermes grinned and, using his speed, jumped into the bush, grabbing what he thought was Connor's shirt. What he caught, however, was just a blue blanket, the same color as Connor's shirt, with the words to the best brotherwritten on it. Hermes recognized Travis' looked puzzled and stepped out of the bush. A small smile graced his lips as he looked at the blanket. "I remember this."
~ ~ ~ FLASHBACK~ ~ ~
"Give it back, Travis!" 5 year old Connor said as he chased his brother around the front yard. Travis grinned and held the blanket high in the air. "No way, Con! If you want it, come and reach it."
Connor frowned and tried grabbing his blanket from his older brother, but he was too small to get it. Connor gave another jump. "Give it back already, Travis." Said boy just grinned and brought the blue blanket up higher. Connor eyed the blanket hopelessly, small tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
"You know what, never mind. You can keep it instead." Connor tried to wipe away the tears forming in his eyes but ended up only making it worse. Travis' eyes widened. "Oh man… Come on, Connor! D-don't cry! I didn't mean to go overboard." Travis dropped the blanket and laid his hands on Connor's shoulders but his younger brother pushed them off. Travis could only watch as Connor glared at him through tear-filled eyes and run out the gate. Then Travis started panicking. He started chasing after his brother.
"Connor? Con? Connor! Connor, come back! I really didn't mean to make you cry. C'mon, bro!" Travis saw the silhouette of his younger brother make a right turn and he instantly knew where Connor was heading. Travis slowed down to catch his breath. "Oh Connor…" Suddenly, Travis thought of a great idea. "It's a GREAT idea! Travis, you've outdone yourself again." Travis grinned before heading to the shop.
Connor was sniffling as he sat on the swing. "Stupid Travis. I hate him. Just because he's taller he has to get my blanket and make me reach for it. Bad enough the bullies do it, now my own brother… I HATE YOU!" Connor accidentally shouted the last part out. Good thing he was alone… or so he thought.
"Excuse me?"
Connor turned so fast he fell of the swing and landed on the rough ground unceremoniously. He saw a man of about 20 years old look at him worriedly.
"Oh, are you ok, young man?" He asked, lifting Connor to his feet. "You're not hurt are you?" He asked. Connor could do nothing but blink and numbly shake his head. The man gave a sigh. "Thank gods." He stood up and dusted off some dirt that got on his pants.
Connor took a clear look at the man. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans, white converses and he had a bulky bag slung on his shoulder. It looked a lot like the kind of bag Connor saw the mailmen carry. The man had curly brown hair and clear blue eyes that looked mischievous, like the way his and Travis' get when they're getting even with a bully. The man sat on the swing beside the one Connor occupied. "You wanna talk about it?" Connor scrunched his eyebrows while sitting on the swing. He swung back and forth a bit before answering. "Not really."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? It seems like talking would do you some good, young man." Connor closed his eyes, took a breath and told the man what happened. When he finished, the man looked thoughtful. "Hm… well it seems to me like your brother really didn't mean it. Maybe you should give him another chance." The 5 year old frowned. He was about to respond when he heard someone shout his name.
"Hey Connor! CONNOR!" Said boy's eyes widened and he looked for the source of the voice, one he knew all too well. "Travis?" he whispered to himself.
The man patted Connor on the back and grinned at him. "Go on then. It seems you've worried your brother." Connor mutely nodded and got of the swing set. He flashed the man a small smile. "Thanks, mister! I'll be going know!" The man smiled back and raised his hand in goodbye. He watched as the two brothers reunited at the entrance to the small playground. The man saw Travis holding something behind his back and decided to listen in on their conversation.
"Really, Con! Don't make me all worried like that!" Connor looked down on the floor guiltily. "Sorry bro."
Travis just grinned and gave the package he had to Connor who raised an eyebrow at it. "Go on, bro. Open it!" Connor looked suspiciously at his brother before cautiously opening the gift. When he did, his mouth dropped. The man laughed silently at the boy's expression.
"Travis, h-how did you?" Travis smiled sheepishly. "I bought it of course! Although I only wrote down the words… but that doesn't matter right now." Connor gave his brother his are-you-serious? look. A small smile formed on Connor's mouth as he gave Travis a big hug, dropping the gift on the floor.
"Thanks bro! You're the best." Connor picked up the fallen gift and closed it, but not before the man saw what it was. It wasn't anything special. Just a blue blanket with the words to the best brother written with marker at the bottom. The two five year olds started going home, leaving the man at the playground.
The man smiled before bringing out his phone which had two small snakes intertwined at the antenna. He flicked it on casually and heard two voices.
"510 messages from the gods." One hissed.
"6000 ads for approval in the Olympus Weekly paper." A more feminine voice hissed.
The man just sighed before flashing in to his usual attire, a white shirt, some knee-length shorts, winged shoes and in his hand, his caduceus.
Hermes watched as his sons disappear around the corner, hearing their laughter. He gave a small smile to no one in particular before flashing out of there, leaving only a small breeze in his wake.
~ ~ ~ End of Flashback ~ ~ ~
"That was the first time I talked to them both... well, Connor at least." Hermes thought. He snapped out of his reminiscing mode and remembered what was happening. He sighed.
"Alright, better keep my guard up. Olympus knows what those two could do to me." Hermes muttered to himself. However, without thinking, he sat on the bench. Then he heard the laughter.
Hermes looked up to find his two sons perched on a tree branch and smirking at him. Well, Travis was smirking. Connor was just plain laughing.
"You fell for it, dad!" They both said in unison. Hermes raised an eyebrow. "I don't see a prank anywhere, boys. So, enlighten me, what did I fall for." He smirked in return.
The twins shared a look before taking something off the branch above them. They brought out a bottle of Elmer's glue, a jar of honey and a small stick. These, although seemingly random, made the smirk on Hermes' face to disappear and it caused him to widen his eyes. "D-don't tell me…oh no…Di immortales!" Hermes tried to stand, flash out, or fly away but his godly behind was stuck, or rather, glued to the bench. He started panicking and when he looked up, Connor and Travis had evil smirks on their faces. "Hermes prank no. 007, bee-hive catch." The brothers said in unison. Any color that was still on Hermes' face instantly vanished.
He resorted to the last plan he had. Hermes sucked in a big breath…
"HEEEELLLPPPPP!"
Laughter from two sons of Hermes was then heard throughout Olympus.
Charles Beckendorf, son of Hephaestus:
Hephaestus raised the hammer and brought it down on the tip of the spear he was making for Athena. He kept on doing it till sparks flew of the metal. Out of the corner of the smith god's eye, he caught Beckendorf awkwardly watching him. Hephaestus gave a mental sigh. He stopped working on the spear which immediately worried Beckendorf.
"Well?" Hephaestus demanded. Beckendorf just tilted his head in confusion. This time, Hephaestus really did sigh. "Are you going to help finish little weapon or are you going to stand there? If you are, I would like you to kindly leave my forge." Beckendorf winced at his father's icy tone. He swallowed, gathered his courage and said, "What do I need to do?"
Hephaestus' mouth inched its way upwards and he let out a good hearty laugh. Beckendorf let out a small smile before moving to stand beside his father after taking a random hammer from the shelf. Hephaestus grinned at his son. "Sorry 'bout that m'boy. It's just that me and living organisms…well-" Hephaestus trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Beckendorf started pounding on some metal he found and was forming it into a small dagger. "I'm guessing you and other living organisms go well?" Hephaestus scratched the back of his head while observing the forming dagger. "Yes. Sad to say, it appears that trait was passed down to most of my kids. Good thing you don't have it." Beckendorf raised an eyebrow at his father.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Unfortunately, Beckendorf took it the wrong way and thought his dad didn't like him. Hephaestus noticed the sudden mood change in his son and grunted. "Don't take it the wrong way. If you did have that trait of mine, then you would've still been standing in that corner and a very awkward silence would still be in this room."
Hephaestus grinned which was returned by Beckendorf. The two returned to the weapons they were making and found that BOTH had melted.
The only thing heard in the forge for the next few minutes was the cackling of the fire and two smiths' laughter. For some strange reason, they found the melted metal funny. The two grinned at each other before trying to remake weapons from the same metals.
~ ~ ~ 10 minutes later ~ ~ ~
3 new daggers, 1 spear and a semi-complete shield were hung near the window for cooling by the two smiths. They had forged these things in less than 20 minutes which would be the usual time in making a single spear. The two were about to take a break when Hermes suddenly barged into the forge, covered in what seemed to be honey, with killer bees right after him.
"MOVE!" The god of thieves shouted. Hephaestus' eyes widened and quickly took Beckendorf's arm and teleported a safe distance away from his beloved forge. Some bees died of the heat, but most still chased after the young god, who, after stumbling through the forge, tripping on various metals, and knocking down an entire shelf of weapons was able to exit the forge. All this happened on a span of 10 seconds.
Father and son watched the god of messengers run for his life, both not bothering to help. They watched as Hermes disappeared near Aphrodite's temple and an uneasy silence reigned between the two again.
"Father?" Hephaestus grunted at being called that but answered nonetheless. "What?" Beckendorf blinked and looked at the spot where he last saw Hermes.
"What… happened?" He asked slowly. Hephaestus sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't know Charles, I really don't know. Come on then. Let's go fix whatever happened to my forge."
Fix the forge they did, because when they returned, there were overturned tables, smashed weapons and a lot of dead bees on the floor. The two smiths looked at each other before grinning.
"Time to work, son."
A/N: that's all I have left in my imagination. It'll take a while to come up with ideas for the other demigods. If ever you have one, please tell me through a review or a the bright side, it's now my 14th B-day and I'm now officially allowed to go out with my friends during weekends! :) Please leave a review if you feel like it.
-magicdemi