Just after the scorpion attack.

"I'm worried Chiron." Apollo murmured.

Lizzie had been sent to the infirmary. Apollo had personally made sure that she had been healed properly. Pit scorpion stings were deadly after all.

The scorpion had been killed, but now they had no clue as to why it had come into the camp. What worried Apollo even more was that it had seemed hell bent on getting to Lizzie. The campers were definitely all in a state of panic. Apollo wasn't stupid, he had seen it on the faces of those who had managed to witness the Scorpion attacking them, and word travelled around fast.

Besides, even if they weren't panicking, everyone was suspicious. After all, the last time a monster had been summoned into Camp Halfblood, it was by Luke Castellan, the demigod son of Hermes that had joined Kronos in the Titan War.

As far as Apollo knew, there weren't any threats against the Gods. The Titans were gone, The Giants were defeated, and Gaia definitely wasn't going to gain any power anytime soon. She was sleeping for a long long time, whether she liked it or not.

So who in Hades had been responsible for the Pit Scorpion entering the camp?

Oh, and wasn't it about time for Lizzie to stop getting attacked by monsters, especially since two wars had come and gone and they were inside the camp?

Chiron had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I do not know, Lord Apollo, there is no leads for us to find out as to who was behind it."

Apollo knew that was true, but hearing it from Chiron did not make it any better.

Walking out of the big house, Apollo wandered around the camp until he ended up at the strawberry fields, where Dionysus was among rows of strawberry bushes. It was cloudy, and the sky thundered in several quick successions.

"Hera and Father are fighting again." Dionysus said without looking up.

"When are they not?" Apollo muttered as he looked up. The sky thundered again. "What about?"

"Hera ranting her head off about how Father let some minor God or goddess mess around with her hair and how he or she's doing nothing but trouble over the centuries. Seems like she hates that God or goddess, whoever they are. Father's got a headache thanks to her screaming so he's taking his anger out by creating a storm."

"Hera hates everyone who she deems as not part of a perfect family." Apollo said. "Who's this minor immortal we are talking about?"

The God of Wine shrugged. "No idea."

Well, whoever the immortal was, Apollo hoped that he or she managed to avoid Hera's wrath.

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As he walked towards walked towards the infirmary, he saw Hazel Levesque and Nico Di Angelo walk out of the door. Hazel Levesque was laughing lightly while pulling her brother's arm.

He wondered how Lizzie was. He assumed that she was awake. Knowing her personality, she was most likely grumbling about his orders for her to stay in bed.

"Lord Apollo." Hazel bowed her head respectfully, the two siblings had seen him. Apollo smiled at them.

"Hello Hazel Levesque." His eyes moved from Hazel to look at Nico, who reddened slightly, but otherwise murmured a similar greeting.

Must be because he's dating one of my sons.

"How is Lizzie, if I may ask?"

"She said she felt like she had been burnt up from the inside, but she's recovering well, and was quite unhappy about having to stay in bed. Quite expected really." Hazel told him.

"Did you tell her it was under my orders then?"

"I think it's precisely under your orders that she's unhappy." Nico muttered. Apollo glanced at the door to the infirmary in amusement before glancing at Nico. "She doesn't like being told what to do, no matter who it is."

"Well, I'll go in and see how she is then." He gave them another smile before walking away. Opening the doors, he glanced towards the bed where the demigod would be in.

He leaned against the doorway and smirked as he saw Lizzie throwing the blanket off her bed. She was already trying to make her escape.

"I thought I specifically told your friends to tell you not to get out of bed, but considering that you are one of the most impulsive demigods that I have ever come across, I really shouldn't be surprised." He said as she stood up.

There was the grand entrance. Alwyas what Apollo liked to opt for.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked in amusement when she swore in Ancient Greek and whirled around to stare at him.

Oh she looked absolutely adorable in pink pajamas.

"And I thought I made it clear over the years that I hate being confined to a bed." Lizzie muttered, but she sat back down on the bed. Apollo walked over.

"How're you feeling?"

"Like sunshine, daisies and a bed of roses."

Apollo rolled his eyes. "That want what I heard from your friend Hazel Levesque."

Lizzie ignored him before turning to him with a frown on her face.

"Still no leads about the pit scorpion?" She asked.

Apollo shook his head. "No."

Lizzie sighed as she ran a hand through her long hair. "I'm going to need to set up a booth handling queue numbers for those who want to kill me at this rate. Though after dealing with two great prophecies, I can't say I'm suprised."

Prophecies.

Apollo stiffened as he recalled the prophecy which he had heard decades ago.

What a wonderful time to think of this now.

Shit. How could I have forgotten? This isn't good.

"Are you okay?" Lizzie tilted her head as she looked at him, concern written on her face.

"Yes. I'm fine." Apollo reassured her. "You better stay in bed. I'll come by again this evening. I've got some stuff to settle." Lizzie pouted.

"But-"

"And you look wonderful in these pajamas. Just thought you should know." He gave her a grin before turning away and heading towards the door, trying not to dash out of the infirmary.

What was the line again?

Not all will be calm.

Was the prophecy starting already?

How much trouble were they all in?

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