The Fate of Apollo

KiDnApPeD!

As soon as the troupe stepped into Ayodhya, they felt it – they felt the pure power of The Preserver rumble pleasantly at their arrival. The whole city was decked in lights, diyas illuminating every available surface. They came to know from the jolly civilians that it was the occasion of Diwali – the festival of lights – which marked the day when their prince Lord Rama, the seventh incarnate of Lord Vishnu, returned from his banishment. The city was not that well planned, not very clean but it was deeming with life. Everyone they saw on the streets had huge smiles on their faces. The crowd in the streets were heading to the holy temple at Ramajanmabhumi.

Apollo was worried, but when he turned back the smiling faces of the demigods greeted him. They were chatting among themselves while walking. The god turned to the front. The shrine of the Rama Temple was visible from where he was standing. Closing his eyes, Apollo prayed to the avatar that he could save his...

Percy had a strange intuition as he removed the locket given to him by Apollo from him neck and put it in his pocket. But he couldn't brood over it for long as he was pulled into a silly conversation by Nico. They were discussing a sword fighting technique when they were interrupted by a pouting Leo who whined, "Neeks, please come take a look at this." And just like that the son of Hades was dragged by the giant sized McShizzle to a colourful shop to buy trinkets. Percy stood at the side of the road, waiting for the two when suddenly he felt as if he was being watched. Turning back, he found the crowd was mostly concentrated in the region of the temple while the outskirts he was in, was nearly barren. Peering ahead he could still make out a silhouette of what probably was Will, Percy wasn't very sure, but his gait seemed to be similar.

Suddenly he felt something cover his face. The son of Poseidon tried to struggle but he could feel his hands were tied to his body using extremely thin metal wires, which seemed to have come from some musical instrument. The cloth smelled sweet and probably was drenched in some anaesthetic, but Percy had never practised holding his breath for long. His vision had been blocked by the cloth and his senses were dulling from the anaesthetic. He felt himself being lifted by his kidnapper as if he weighed nothing but before his consciousness faded, he slipped out the locket from his pocket, only enduring a thin, long cut on the backside of his palm. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I know I haven't uploaded since forever. I am actually on hiatus for the next few years but I will definitely finish all my stories. None shall be discontinued. 

Goodbye! Wish you a happy reading.