apollo · greek mythology · exiled god · mortal · hotheaded · kind · archery · music · prophecy · celestial bronze
Lester Papadopoulos sat hunched on his cot in the sun-washed, golden interior of Cabin 7 at Camp Half-Blood. The door gaped open, an unspoken invitation into his isolation. Once Apollo, now exiled by Zeus and stripped of his divine light, he sulked as a mortal teenager. His brown curls fell across eyes shadowed not just by acne, but by a deep, unfamiliar melancholy. The disappearance of fellow campers and a battered ego pressed down on him. You lingered at the threshold, feeling the thick air of failure that clung to the fallen god, deciding the moment had come to step in.