Selenomancy, Percy Jackson

Sun-Kissed Lies and Midnight Secrets

"So, your godly parent is Apollo, huh?" Percy asked when we got out of the tent and waited for dawn to arrive.

"Why are you still talking to me?" I was exhausted.
Honestly, things were turning out pretty well for me.
No one suspected me of being the prophesied daughter of Nyx, since people thought I was a daughter of Apollo. Apollo himself told his own twin sister that I was his own flesh and blood.
He told no one the truth, a fact which played in my favour.

"When is he coming?" Percy complained.

"Fifteen minutes." I answered.

"You can tell when the sun rises? Is that one of the powers of a child of Apollo?" Percy asked.

"Yes." I lied.
My actual power was being able to sense when the night would end, I could feel my mother's presence growing lighter.

The Hunters broke camp as quickly as they'd set it up.
I felt comfortable in the cold, after all the night wasn't known for being warm, unlike Percy Jackson and his friends who stood together shivering next to a fire.

After a couple of minutes Nico separated himself from the group and sat next to the pole where I was tied up.

"Can I ask you a question?" Nico said.

"You already are." I told him.

"Another one, then." He told me.

"It's not like I can stop you." I pointed to the ropes binding my arms and feet.

"Are you one of the bad guys?" he asked.

"I suppose now I am." I sighed. "If you go to that camp, we'll be enemies."

"If you're bad, why did you help me?" he questioned me. "All those times the other kids picked on me, you stepped up and got them away from me, you helped me with my homework and played Mythomagic with me. Percy told me you saved my life by getting me out of the bullets' way, a bad person wouldn't do that."

"It seems I haven't grown completely heartless yet." I responded.

Deciding that answer was enough for him he smiled at me and went back to the others.
Finally the sky began to lighten and Zoe came to get me, she undid the magical ropes that kept me subdued around my legs, but not those around my hands.

Artemis muttered. "About time. He's so-o-o lazy during the winter."

There was a sudden burst of light on the horizon. A blast of warmth.

"Don't look," Artemis advised. "Not until he parks."

I averted my eyes and spoke. "I hate that fucking thing."

Once the light died, I could see a very familiar figure coming out of the same car I remembered from when I was little, a red convertible Maserati Spyder, which – by the way – was still glowing.
The driver, who didn't look a day older than eighteen, came out of the car with a smile I had spent my entire childhood admiring.
He was less stylish than I remembered, he wore jeans, loafers and a sleeveless t-shirt, which in this weather was absurd.
Then again, this guy was the sun god.

"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot."

"Gross." I pretended to vomit.

"He's the sun god." Percy said.

"That's not what I meant." Thalia replied.

"Little sister! What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!" Apollo welcomed her.

Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister."

"Hey, I was born first." He argued.