Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"Know the right moment, knowing that all other things are secondary to this."
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27.
A Final Dream Meeting
THAT NIGHT ACE HAD A DREAM.
He was expecting Hera. His family history may have been given back to him, although he would argue it shouldn't have been taken in the first place. Even so, the goddess had left him with a few questions that his mind wasn't letting slide.
Therefore, it was a surprise to Ace when he landed on his father's temple at the top of the hill. A place he made it his mission to avoid like the Plague, not for any reason pertaining to Apollo, but because it's where Octavian spent most of his time.
This place, Ocatvian's gift, was his excuse for sitting out of the legion's training. It was his space where his ego festered and he grew to convince himself he was above them all.
"You know." A voice echoed off the walls. "As far as my temples go. This one is surprisingly mediocre."
Ace had never seen his real dad. Ace had come to accept the fact that he never would, a long time ago. Most demigods that go through the legions never meet their parents. It wasn't the Roman way. The gods stayed away and let them fight their own battles. The father-figure in his life went to Cyrus without a doubt, and Ace was more than grateful for it.
Although, now that Apollo was here, standing within the same room with his son. Ace wanted to look at him as any other god Ace might have run into. His mind had different plans. The first, being to note their surprising similarities. They had the same style of hair, the half curly half wavy look going on. The major difference there being Apollo's golden blonde was almost blinding, whereas the only blonde in Ace's hair showed up whenever he spent far too long in the sun. He was taller than Ace, but they had a similar build. If Apollo had more clothes on, Ace imagined he would look as Ace did. Their eyes and mouth were the same. The biggest trick on Ace's eyes, the only thing that was throwing him off, was that Apollo and Ace were the same age.
There was a natural order to the world. As you age, so do parents. Ace was aware that the gods had a preferred form. Hera looked like a picture perfect mother. Ares looked like the soldiers he caused to be shipped off. Ace didn't know why Apollo chose to look like an older teenager, Ace doubted he ever would. But his mind was struggling to accept that the god in front of him was his father.
Apollo and Ace looked more like siblings, when he was in this form, than Cato and Ace ever would.
"I mean I get it. My children don't end up on this side of the track often. But for as highly as you people hold my prophecies, I would think my place would at least be as big as my fathers."
