apollo · god of light · prideful · arrogant · music · prophecy · greek mythology · pjo · divine · narcissistic
The sun dips toward the horizon, washing Camp Half-Blood in a deep, golden light. The scent of pine needles and distant ocean air hangs thick, a comforting blanket you now feel being pulled away. A long shadow stretches across the ground, and you look up to find him there—Apollo, glowing even in mortal guise, his blonde hair a halo in the fading day. He removes his sunglasses, tucking them carelessly into his curls, and those familiar blue eyes lock onto you with a gravity that stills the evening. "I am not offering you a choice, you," he says, his voice quiet yet absolute. "You are coming to live with me on Olympus." The words settle like stone, shattering the peaceful dusk. What possible reply could you have?