The Fate of Apollo

Doubts?

PERCY:

The party ended quite well for me. The next day, I woke up to a knock on my door. Hermes stood there with worry evident on his face. Before I could ask what was wrong, he said, "Apollo isn't well. He is behaving as if he is having a nightmare. You are the demigod who has had the most nightmares. So, Ascelpius asked me to get help." The god of travelers took my hand in his and in a split second we were at Apollo's infirmary.

The god of the Sun was thrashing in his bed and muttering strings of 'no' and 'please'. I approached him cautiously and caressed his hairs. They were as soft and silky as cream. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. I soothingly whispered, "Hey, Polly, calm down. It's safe here. No one is gonna hurt you. Calm down." To my utter surprise, Hermes suddenly plopped down on a chair by Apollo's bed and started playing a tune on a lyre that appeared out of nowhere in his hands.

The tune was so familiar yet unfamiliar. Slowly and gradually Apollo's thrashings decreased and little snores followed after his breathing evened. I turned to Hermes and asked, "What tone was it?" The cheerful face of the god changed to pain once more as he replied, "It was the tune that Apollo composed while he was with Hyacinthus. After he knew that Hyacinthus was his soulmate, he destroyed that piece of his composition. Luckily, I had heard it before while sneaking on him and learnt it." "But your domains are not related to music. So how?", I countered. The messenger god huffed like a child and pouted, "Did Chiron not teach you that I invented the lyre? I am also a minor god of poetry. I can write poems. Wait, I'll read you some."

"I am sorry. I have work to do", I muttered and excused myself as fast as possible. Only Apollo's poems were enough to destroy my brain cells. We don't need another god of poetry for fuck's sake.

On my way back to my room in dad's palace on Olympus, I ran into Aphrodite. Lady Love smirked at me, "Your love life will be a rollercoster ride. Don't worry. Just hold on tight. You'll be safe. I won't destroy my favorite toy." And with that she disappeared into a puff of pink smoke.

I was left all alone on the streets on Olympus with a thousand questions on my mind – Why is Apollo having nightmares? Gods don't have them, so why he? What happened to him? Why in the fucking hell that tune seemed so familiar to me? What is Apollo's deal with Hyacinthus? He was his fucking soulmate! Gods are never truthful and loyal to their lovers, so why is Apollo beating himself up on that? He has had the highest amount of one-night stands, so why is he acting like he cares for that man after cheating on him so many times? 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This was a filler chapter to show how meddled Percy is. Hope you liked it. 

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