Apollo sat down on the bed inside his room as he unpacked his bag. It was fairly spacious.

"Really? One heck of a stay? Is that the best you can come up with?" Apollo muttered to himself.

He had unpacked his bow and arrow when there was the sound of the wind rushing in through his window and a tiny hurricane formed on the table, before it disappeared, leaving nothing but a piece of folded blue paper behind.

Poseidon.

He was the only one who could form hurricanes and would use blue paper. The wuestion though, was why he would send Apollo a letter? Curious, Apollo wen rover and picked the letter up before unfolding it.

Apollo,

I know my daughter won't like me interfering.

I don't approve but it's not like she will listen.

Still.

If you hurt her, you are in for it. Even driving the sun chariot all around the earth won't help you escape from me.

What? How did Poseidon even know? Apollo frowned.

Of course.

They had kissed at the beach. Which was just beside the sea. Poseidon's domain was the sea. He could obviously have seen them easily.

Apollo gulped as he put away the letter. Poseidon could be scary when he wanted to be. Well, he was mostly the kind, good old man among the big three. Still, that guy wasn't nice to mess around with.

There was one time, centuries ago, when Hera had struck down one of his favorite horses because she had caught the horse in a domain of peacocks scared to Hera. How the horse had gotten in, Apollo would never know but still, Poseidon had been raging mad. During the next summer solstice, Hera had found her throne riding on waves throughout the whole duration of the council. Even Zeus couldn't stop it.

And then there was the other time...

Shaking his head, Apollo forced himself to continue unpacking,

Besides, Apollo would never hurt Lizzie. He'd give up immortality before he'd actually do that.

Apollo continued to unpack before he gathered a few of his things and headed outside to where everyone else was.

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Apollo looked around the camp where there were demigods at every corner who were helping to finish up the rebuilding. Though some who had spotted him were moving things and staring at him at the same time. One demigod had dropped a hammer on her leg. The poor girl. To her credit, she did not scream, though she looked as though she was trying to suppress one.

He walked over to one of the demigods not far away. It was Will Solace, one of his sons.

"Hey."

Will turned around, startled, and unsure how to react. His eyes were wide for a few moments before he settled on a respectful tone.

"Father."

Apollo smiled at him. "Will. Now, can you tell me what I can do to help?"

"Uhm yeah." Will said, though he looked slightly nervous. "Well, we have to shift these boxes of stuff over here." He pointed at a pole of boxes to Apollo's right.

He gave a wide smile. "Sure." Before walking towards the boxes with Will by his side.

"So uhm, you are really here to teach Archery?" Will asked.

"Yeah. Though I'm sure cabin seven won't be needing it." Apollo said. Will gave him a small smile.

"Skills we inherited from you."

Apollo beamed in pride as he bent down and picked up two boxes at once.

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Lizzie glowered at Apollo.

The nerve of him. The nerve of that bloody God of the sun.

So so what if he was the God of the Sun, if it had not been for the presence of so many gods, Lizzie would have kicked him where the sun didn't shine. Even the God of the sun couldn't shine anything down there.

During lunch, Apollo had announced that he would be having archery lessons the next day. Lizzie had nearly choked on her blue cherry coke at that announcement. So soon? Camp had barely been rebuilt.

Lizzie was halfway through her meal when Chirom had come over to her and informed her that Apollo needed an assistant to prepare for the lesson and Apollo had requested for her to help him out later.

Yeah, requested alright. Lizzie scoffed internally.

Those in the Prophecy of Seven had sat together since there were no strict rules about seating arrangements that day, Hazel had given her arm an encouraging squeeze while Piper gave her a sympathetic look. Frank had laughed at her before clapping her on the back. Jason had waggled his eyebrows at her in a suggestive manner. Wistfully, Lizzie wondered what Leo's reaction would have been. Well, once everything had been settled, and if that idiot hadn't come back yet, Lizzie would go looking for him, whether he liked it or not.

"So glad you could make it, assistant." Apollo said as he rubbed bus hands together.

Apart from the two of them, no one else was in the arena. Apollo had set up target boards around the place.

Lizzie scowled at him. "Like you needed any help."

Apollo laughed. "Why my dear, that was just an excuse." He looked at her. "Now, the real reason," He said as he picked up a bow and an arrow. "Was to see how you fared at archery."

"I already told you. I'm pants at it."

"Just show me."

Lizzie sighed as she nocked the arrow in place before releasing it. It barely hit the Sid Dif the target, much less the bull's eye.

Apollo raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, it seems like we have work to do."

Over the next two hours, Lizzie tried and failed to shoot the arrows properly. She failed horribly each time she aimed for the target. Once, her arrow managed to graze Apollo' hair even though he was standing a few feet to her right. Finally, she got slightly better. At least her arrows had started to go in the direction of her target.

"My Lizzie, you've improved."

Lizzie sighed in fustration. She was exhausted. She leaned against the wall as Apollo picked up his bow and arrow.

"Yeah right."

"Admit it, I'm a great teacher."

Lizzie snorted. "Yeah, go ahead and inflate your ego. You probably can't do too well yourself." She knew it was illogical to insult the God of archery in the field of archery but she was feeling impulsive.

"Was that a challenge?"

Lizzie smiled at him. "Maybe."

Lizzie stared as Apollo stood and faced the target, nocking the arrow in place. He pulled back and was about to let go when he turned around faster than Lizzie could see. After that, he let go.

When Lizzie realised what was going on, she turned her head to look at her shoulder.

The arrow had pinned her sleeve to the wall.

Before Lizzie could react, Apollo was already standing beside her.

"What in Hades?" Lizzie half shouted. "That'll cause a hole in the sleeve."

Apollo merely grinned at her. "I like it. That means a part of me is on you."

"Ridiculous."

Apollo plucked out the arrow and handed it to Lizzie. "Here, keep it."

Lizzie narrowed her eyes at him. "You'd think I keep the arrow which just ruined the sleeve if my shirt?"

Apollo shrugged. "I think you'd keep a gift from me."

Lizzie groaned as she banged her head against the wall.

What had she done to deserve this annoying person beside her?

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