Apollo P.O.V
As I walked back to my dorm my mind kept on drifting back to my childhood. I had always seen the best in everything and I was always cheerful. I smiled thinking of it now. I remembered my time with my sister when we were still young.
*Flashback*
"Art-Art!' I called out to my big sister waving my arm over my head. "Can you help restring my bow?" If a stranger met us they never would have guessed we were twins, or even related for that matter. Where my hair was gold and my skin tan, her hair was a midnight raven color and her skin was extremely pale. If we were in human form her hair would still be black but it would touch the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her gold eyes (the symbol of godly heritage) would be a scary silver that hardened if anything displeased her (which was very often around men no matter what age). I was wearing a white toga with blue trimming and brown leather sandals that tied at my knees. She wore a silver dress that ended above her knees with a silver bow and a black quiver full of silver and ivory tipped arrows. The only jewelry she wore was a silver circuit with a platinum moon lying on its back. I smiled as my sister walked over, happy that she was going to help me. She looked down at me (she is extremely tall even at eight)… And hit me right in the center of my head. "Owww. What was that for?" I had asked her while rubbing the now sore spot. "That was for being an idiot and not knowing how to restring your own boy. For Zeus's sake Apollo! You're suppose -to be the God of Archery." "I know, I know, It's just hard and" I had looked down at the ground, embarrassed. "You're telling me that my little brother, The God of Archery and soon to be God of the Sun, doesn't know how to restring his own bow?" I nodded. I heard Artemis sigh. "Fine, I'll teach you, but you better remember!" I smiled. "Thanks Art-Art, you're the best sister in the whole wide world!" I tried to hug her but she just shoved me off.
*End Flashback*
I loved my sister and still do. Oh to be eight years old. I just wish I could be that care free again. As I got ready for bed I thought about two things. Finding out what the test is and if Fairy loves me. I hope she does.
Hades P.O.V
I wondered what my brother was up to. Despite being King of the Gods, he was actually the youngest out of all our siblings. I remembered when I was fourteen, or at least I think I was. It was hard to tell in the stomach of your cannibalistic father. For a long time we had tried to escape but it was in vain. How we managed to survive not only his stomach acid and each other, I'm not sure, though all that time made for a long bonding session. Hestia was by right the oldest. She was quiet, self-reserved and talked of nothing but peace whenever she did talk, which was very little. Demeter was second. And she could prattle on and on and on about plants, despite the fact that she had never seen one unless Father ate vegetables for dinner. The youngest girl was Hera. She was all right. She never really talked excessively, but when she did she discussed the best way to take revenge on "Dear old Dad" as she said it. We sometimes scooted together in case she might take her anger out on us. We had discussed how we might escape if she threw a big enough tantrum. But those plans were quickly squished when, for some reason, a rock landed right in the middle of Father's stomach. Therefor we lost whatever room we had left for Hera to throw a tantrum, and now onto me. I had always given off a frightening aura and caused misfortune. So I naturally thought the rock incident was my fault. My brother and sisters were never too hard on me though. They had tried to console me, but whenever they tried to get near me I would shout as loud as I could, partly hoping Father would hear and try to get us out of his stomach, "Do not come any closer, or you shall have misfortune fall upon you." Now my brother Poseidon, he was more relaxed and ignored everything else, kind of. Though he did have his moments where he threatened to drown us all in the stomach acid of Father (and once he nearly did, but he was trying to get us out). When we were rescued by Zeus, he, Poseidon and I were ready for revenge. Though I think Hera was disappointed when she didn't get a weapon. There are times when I wonder what it would have been like to live at fourteen outside of Kronos's stomach. I guess I'll never know.
Dionysus P.O.V
I walked through my garden, proud of the grapes I had raised. My mind drifted back to when I was fifteen and eager to gather followers and spread the knowledge of making wine and its uses. I had had so much fun back then. Though I hated it when that cruel king killed my adoptive mother Ambrosia (yes she was named after the godly food). I also remember when that one suspicious king spied on our revelries and we killed him for it. Oh what fun! I sighed at the memories. I wonder what it would be like to be fifteen in the human world now. Probably too much work but still! I began to get lost in the memories of me being a teenager and being absolutely care free.