Decades ago

Oracle of Delphi

Apollo ran a hand through his blond hair as he looked at the young oracle of Delphi in front of him.

"So uhm, well," he cleared his throat. "Congratulations on passing the test. You are now the Oracale of Delphi."

The young girl looked at him. "Does that mean my first prophecy is about to begin?" She asked.

"Well-" Apollo was cut off as the young girl doubled over before standing up straight, her eyes glowing green.

When two great prophecies has come to pass

The sun shall find a strong love that comes at last

The sea, neither goddess nor mortal

Be warned, not all will be calm

The girl was about to fall on the floor but Apollo caught her. She shook her head, dazed and blinked a few times before looking up.

"Was-was that the great prophecy?" She asked.

"No." Apollo shook his head. The prophecy had just spoke about two great prophecies coming to a pass, so it was definitely not a great prophecy. Apollo was sure of it. "It was just a minor one." Apollo smiled at her. "You should probably rest. I'll come back to check on you soon. I've got work on Olympus." He said giving the oracle time to close her eyes before he revealed his true form and flashed away.

Apollo frowned as he landed in his home. What had that been about? The sun, that was definitely him. He was the God of the sun afte all. Did the prophecy mean that he would find true love after two great prophecies passed? That would be long.

The sea. A sea God? Not Poseidon, he shook his head. That would be downright weird and scary. The prophecy spoke of the love coming at last. So it couldn't be. Besides, the prophecy stated that the person was neither goddes nor mortal. A demigod?

Be warned, not all will be calm. That was what worried him the most. His lovers never met a good end. Daphne, who hated him, Hyacinth who died because of Apollo's selfishness, and the others. Well, he supposed that if the person was really a demigod, it wouldn't be calm at all. Who knew what his or her godly parent would do to him, and since when did gods get involved in a relationship with demigods?

It was just unheard of.

Somehow, Apollo had a feeling that what the prophecy had meant by not everything being calm was not just an uproar among the gods, but something that would put the two of them in danger.

Apollo sighed as he lay back in his armchair.

At least I've still got two great prophecies to go through first before a god or goddess kills me.

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Present day

Lizzie blinked.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

She had not just kissed a god.

"Apollo...I...I..."

Lizzie had no idea how to respond after the kiss. And it seemed like Apollo was the same. They stared at each other, with their eyes wide for a few moments before Apollo cleared his throat as Lizzie moved away.

"Uhm-"

"Did that really happen?" Lizzie breathed out. Her cheeks were bright red, and even though it was night, the blush was visible.

"Yeah." Apollo said. Well, he supposed he couldn't do anything else. What was the use in denying anything now? Feelings were feelings. There was no way he was going to suppress them forever even though had an eternity to do so.

Lizzie Jackson did not have an eternity. She was a demigod, not an immortal.

"You know Lizzie," He begun. "I'm really glad I've finally kicked up the courage to do that."

Lizzie blinked again. He was glad they had kissed?

"A few years ago, I was at home watching tv and guess what, or rather who, appeared on screen?" Apollo said.

Lizzie swallowed, if she was on the right track, then she had a fair idea of who had been on the tv screen.

"A twelve year old girl with black hair and sea green eyes, on a water slide with her friend. She was in there to retrieve Ares's shield, but ended up having to deal with the traps that Hephaestus had set for gods, not demigods."

"But I didn't just see a twelve year old girl. I saw a determined young demigod. You sparked some amount of my interest. And you were just twelve then."

"I'm just like any other demigod." Lizzie protested. "Nothing special."

Apollo turned to look at her. "If only you knew the half of it. You aren't just like any other demigod, as you put it."

"Moving on, the next time I saw you, you were fourteen, standing outside my sun chariot with the hunters of my sister. You had matured quite well. Not long after, you were already on a quest to save my sister. You must be thinking that I broke the ancient laws just to help you so I could save my sister. Yes, that was a reason, but I also wanted a chance to talk to you, get to know you a bit more."

"Wow. Yeah, your horrible haiku gave you away." Apollo pretended to glare at her.

"I'm the God of poetry. So my haikus are exquisite. And then on your fifteenth birthday, I really meant it when I said you were pretty. Don't roll your eyes at me. I hoped my gift was useful."

"Pretty and useful. I used it in the labyrinth against the Sphinx."

Apollo beamed. "I'm glad it saved you. Anyway, each time I saw you, you grew on me a lot. Each time, I saw the look of a fighter coming out more and more in you. And the look of determination in your eyes makes them even more intoxicating to look into."

Lizzie snorted. "Yeah right."

"What made me even more intrigued by you was that you turned down immortality, right to Father's face."

"I couldn't very well leave my friends, as tempting as it was to pummel Ares every time I see him." Lizzie muttered before she stopped short and turned to look at him.

"During the battle with the Giants, why did you do that?" She asked.

Apollo exhaled loudly. "Do you think it would have been easy for me to see you die?"

"Did I look like I wanted to die?"

"Well, you would do anything to save anyone that meant to you. Your fatal flaw is loyalty. I didn't want to see you go because of it."

Lizzie didn't respond.

Apollo wrapped an arm around her waist as he pulled her close to him. "Well, the War is all over, you've saved Olympus twice. And you just saved the world. It's time to take a break. I assume Chiron sent you away because you worked too hard?"

"Its not working too hard. Its putting in as much effort as possible."

"You're too hardworking."

"Am no."

"Yeah right."

Lizzie stared at the night sky, luminous with starlight and the moon full and bright.

"It sure is a peaceful night." Lizzie said as she yawned.

"Yep. Now rest, I'll be here." Apollo told her.

Lizzie was too tired to argue, so she relaxed as sleep took over her, as the God of the sun hummed her a lullaby.

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The next morning, when Lizzie woke up, she was in the Poseidon Cabin, shaking her head as she rubbed her eyes, she found a note beside her pillow.

In case you are wondering what happened I brought you back here. Received summons from Father. Camp almost done rebuilding from what I could see last night.

The one and only Apollo.

Smiling, Lizzie changed into a fresh set of clothes and wore her camp beads necklace before pulling her hair into a pony tail and exiting the cabin.

She had barely stepped out when someone patted her in the shoulder. Startled, she turned around.

"Piper!" She yelped. "You scared me!"

"Was waiting for you." The daughter of Aphrodite replied. "News from Chiron, Annabeth's awake." She told Lizzie.

"Really? That's awesome! Can we go see her?"

"Thats why I'm here. Let's go." Piper grabbed her by the hand and they rushed off.

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Apollo knelt before Zeus and the rest of the Olympian council.

"Apollo, my Son, today, we are here to discuss the punishment of your actions. You remember them, of course? And Octavian?"

"Yes Father."

"After much discussion and pleading from your twin sister, we have decided that you shall be sent to live at Camp Halfblood to help with the rebuilding and teaching of archery for three months, starting from today after you have packed a small amount of your things. Olympus shall not be your home for that period of time. You are to have no contact with your brothers and sisters witht eh exception of Dionysus, for he lives there. Be glad that I am being lenient."

"Thank you Father."

"Council dismissed."

Apollo flashed back to his mansion as he began taking a backpack and some other items.

At least Father had not turned him into a mortal. He had to thank Artmeis some time soon.

For now, he had a camp to go to.