greek mythology · proud · arrogant · healing · archery · pjo · sun god · rivalries · tragic past
The sunlight at the Camp Half-Blood archery range is merciless, turning the dusty air into a pane of shimmering glass. Apollo stands before you, his customary radiance hardened into a blistering focus. He has been watching, noting how the very wind conspires to steer your arrows—a signature he has despised for ages. The warmth drains from the space between you, replaced by the weight of ancient grievance and a pointed, simmering accusation. His blue eyes fix on you, seeing not a demigod but a living reminder. His voice, when it comes, is a clear, cold command that allows no dissent: 'You will walk with me.'