The Prophecy || Apollo x Reader

Chapter 5

This is fun, I guess.

What am I doing with life?

I have no idea.

SALLY JACKSON was a witch to rival Circe. She had transformed Meg from a street urchin into a shockingly pretty young girl. Meg's dark pageboy hair was glossy and brushed. Her round face was scrubbed clean of grime. Her cat-eye glasses had been polished so the rhinestones sparkled. She had evidently insisted on keeping her old red sneakers, but she wore new black leggings and a knee-length frock of shifting green hues. 

Mrs. Jackson had figured out how to keep Meg's old look but tweak it to be more complementary. Meg now had an elfish springtime aura that reminded me very much of a dryad. In fact... 

A sudden wave of emotion overwhelmed me. I choked back a sob. 

Meg pouted. "Do I look that bad?" 

"No, no," I managed. "It's just..." 

I wanted to say: You remind me of someone. But I didn't dare open that line of conversation. Only two mortals ever had broken my heart. Even after so many centuries, I couldn't think of her, couldn't say her name without falling into despair. 

Don't misunderstand me. I felt no attraction to Meg. I was sixteen (or four thousand plus, depending on how you looked at it). She was a very young twelve. But the way she appeared now, Meg McCaffrey might have been the daughter of my former love... if my former love had lived long enough to have children. 

It was too painful. I looked away. 

"Well," Sally Jackson said with forced cheerfulness, "How about I make some lunch while you three...talk."

She gave Percy a worried glance, then headed to the kitchen, her hands protectively over her pregnant belly. 

Meg sat on the edge of the sofa. "Percy, your mom is so normal." 

"Thanks, I guess." He picked up a stack of test preparation manuals from the coffee table and chucked them aside. 

"I see you like to study," I said. "Well done." 

Percy snorted. "I hate to study. I've been guaranteed admission with a full scholarship to New Rome University, but they're still requiring me to pass all my high school courses and score well on the SAT. Can you believe that? Not to mention I have to pass the DSTOMP." 

"The what?" Meg asked. 

"An exam for Roman demigods," I told her. "The Demigod Standard Test of Mad Powers." 

Percy frowned. "That's what it stands for?" 

"I should know. I wrote the music and poetry analysis sections." 

"I will never forgive you for that," Percy said. 

Meg swung her feet. "So you're really a demigod? Like me?" 

"Afraid so." Percy sank into the armchair, leaving me to take the sofa next to Meg. "My dad is the godly one—Poseidon. What about your parents?" 

Meg's legs went still. She studied her chewed cuticles, the matching crescent rings glinting on her middle fingers. "Never knew them...much." 

Percy hesitated. "Foster home? Stepparents?" 

I thought of a certain plant, the mimosa pudica, which the god Pan created. As soon as its leaves are touched, the plant closes up defensively. Meg seemed to be playing mimosa, folding inward under Percy's questions. 

Percy raised his hands. "Sorry. Didn't mean to pry." He gave me an inquisitive look. "So how did you guys meet?" 

I told him the story. I may have exaggerated my brave defense against Cade and Mikey—just for narrative effect, you understand.