As I swam across the sea of pain and unconsciousness I got a lot of thinking done or well as much as you can in the situation. Is this death or is this the in-between death and life. Just as the pain was about to become too much it suddenly much to handle it suddenly stopped completely.
I found myself in an old rundown room covered in duct tape and animal heads. In the middle of the room was a desk with not only duct tape apparently holding it together but it was covered with roles of it as well and behind the desk was an old man tying a fly.
The man was wearing a red shirt with overalls held up by red and green wide shoulder straps. He had on an old green fishing hat and a white full beard he looked like Santa after trimming his beard and was about to go fishing.
It was then that he looked up at me and just stared for about thirty seconds before speaking.
"So you are the one who has been whose face has been smooched by a javelin of all else. Sit down I want to talk to you." He said as he put his fly tying tools away.
"I want to talk to you about you young people recklessness, the way you leap into battle head first without a thought in your head. Now I'm not judging we have all had our moments but you have to remember that if you die your father is not going to be happy about it. So hold your head high and back strait and remember… I'm pulling for you, we are all in this together."
When he had finished talking he blurred out and I found myself coming around.
When I finally did come around I felt an immense pain in the left side of my face and as I went to feel it I felt the fabric of bandages around my head or at least my left side because it was then that I realised that I was not alone in the room.
"Oh Percy your awake." The voice said with a rush and timid and before I knew I was enveloped in a tight but firm hug.
I now got a good look at my hugger and the auburn hair was unmistakably the one of Artemis.
"Hey Artemis how are yah feeling today."
I said with a tired smile on my face. It was then when she started sobbing and as I finally got a good look at her face I noticed how worn she looked. She had big purple bags under her eyes from obvious insomnia which were already bloodshot from tear shedding.
"Oh I'm fine it's not like anything happened to me like battling a titan or taking a mace to the head but you know I'm fine."
By the end she seemed almost in hysterics and was weary clearly shedding tears.
"Do you know how scared I was… I thought I'd lost you for good… I…I just do not do this again ever."
She was now holding so tightly I thought my bones would turn to dust… well at least crack a little by the pressure she was giving me.
"Ok Artemis but please let go I can't… breathe." I swear I was almost blue at this point.
She finally let go and smiled sheepishly at me before looking at my face and seeing the bandages. I was I guess you could in a way say tempted to know the extents of my injuries.
"So how bad was it Art the… you know" I say pointing in the general direction of my face "after the mace shot from Atlas?"
Just as she is about to answer although with some hesitation she is interrupted by…
"Well your left side of the face is almost completely for lack of better terms useless except for your mouth, your eye had to be removed and replaced with a glass one, your skin on the other hand was another thing entirely.
Sadly I was unable to do anything about except for closing the open wounds and making sure no infection would come hence the bandages which are double layered the inner one soaked with ambrosia and other chemicals made to dull the massive scars that you will unfortunately have to carry for the rest."
It was Apollo the god of sun, prophesies, music, healings but worst of all not only was he Artemis's twin brother but also unknowledgeable of my connection with his sister.
"Oh where are my manners? Names Apollo god of awesomeness and many others I must say my sister seems quite connected with you."
His hint obvious and had Artemis not stepped outside… well not even going to go there so let's just leave it at good that she stepped out.
"Don't worry there is nothing going on between me and her" trying to stroke his ego "but she does think fondly of you even though she doesn't show it you know, she is actually quite proud of having you as a brother."
I almost can't believe the lies coming out of my mouth so effortlessly she never thinks fondly of him fondly, now whether is secretly proud of him. How should I know that?
AN: See if you can figure out the cameo.
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