"Aren't you supposed to speak through poetry 24/7," I asked my dad. This was stated clearly in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and if the rest was real, why wasn't this, too?
"I've been getting reports from the other Gods that my constant poetry was becoming annoying, about 20 centuries ago, so I've given them a break for a century," he replied, rather timidly.
"Oh, okay," this was really a lot of information to process. The Percy Jackson series is true but not 100%? "So what are the... um... powers of being a child of Apollo?"I said awkwardly as I shuffled nervously from side to side. I was curious. Poseidon's children could control water and breath underwater, my powers had to compare to that!
"Well, you have a natural talent for music, archery, and poetry, which I'm sure wasn't very difficult to figure out but I bet you didn't know that you can make yourself temporarily invisible and you can heal others," he exclaimed as if reading my thoughts.
"I bet my cabin mates didn't know that! Can you teach me," I questioned. This was incredible! Everyone in Apollo's cabin will look up to me and I won't be 'just the new kid' in the busy house.
"With great power comes great responsibility" Apollo said seriously. Really? that's the oldest quote in the book, I thought. Well, he is really old, makes sense, I reasoned.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he chuckled and raised his eyebrow. From there he flashed through what must have been a hundred or more different appearances. I was left wide-eyed and speechless.
"Ready to learn," he asked me softly as he transformed back to his godly-self. Back to his normal, unruly curled, blond hair. He looked to be about in late 30's, early 40's in his 'normal' self.
"Yes," was all I could mutter, still shell-shocked from his unfathomable power.
"As one of my children, you should be able to feel a sliver of the sun within you," I nodded. "Focus it into the palms of your hands," he instructed me.