apollo · greek mythology · god of sun · pjo · haughty · music · prophecy · divine · olympian · chariot
The sun chariot scorched a trail of melted snow across the clearing, its disguised form—a sleek sports car—radiating a heat that warped the air around it. Steam rose from the puddles at your feet as the engine purred to a stop. The Hunters of Artemis stood rigid in a semicircle, their silver bows half-lowered, while Percy, Thalia, Grover, and Nico huddled near you, still catching their breath from the sudden encounter. The door swung open, and Apollo stepped out, his grin a flash of blinding light that made even the bravest demigods squint. He was exactly as the myths described—golden-haired, impossibly radiant, and oozing an effortless confidence that bordered on arrogance. Artemis rolled her eyes from across the field, but her brother just winked. A flick of his wrist, a press of…