take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 a mortal girl is thrown
into the godly world and forced to
save everyone before its too late.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the ligh...
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When Marlowe blinked, she was standing in tall grass, cringing the way it brushed against her denim overalls. She had to shield her eyes by putting a hand over them, seeing as the sun was setting below the horizon and was beaming right in her face.
The orange hue somehow made her hair look blonder, but maybe that was because it was blonder. Her hair was glowing from her roots down to the dried and brittle ends.
Marlowe grabbed her left braid, the one that managed to stay in, her eyes wide as she let out a breathless laugh. "How is that even..."
"Possible?" someone finished for her.
Marlowe whipped her body around and found herself face-to-face with the god of sun himself, Apollo.
He looked the same as all the other times she had visited him, but something about his shine seemed different. Usually, Apollo was shining just as bright as the sun. Now, maybe since it was almost nightfall, he only looked...normal.
"Wha—"
"You're becoming more of my daughter," Apollo explained, walking towards Marlowe and setting his black sunglasses in the front pocket of his white button down. Tiny little suns with sunglasses—yes, like the emoji—covered the shirt, and the blonde god seemed to like it. "You do know that's a power they have, don't you?"
Marlowe gaped. "So I'm basically becoming Rapunzel," she said, removing her hand from her hair and dropping it to her side.
Apollo shrugged, an amusing smile on his face. "More or less."
"Does that mean I have to sing in order for it to work?" she asked, scrunching her nose. She wasn't a very good singer and the people around her could confirm.
"Technically no. Er— well, maybe not sing," Apollo laughed awkwardly. "Maybe...hum! Think of a song you like that represents the emotions you feel in that moment and boom it works!"
Marlowe raised a brow. "Uh— what works?"
Apollo's face paled slightly, his expression fading as a confused one took over. He wasn't sure where he had messed up.
"Y-your powers...I thought I made that clear," he said, his brows furrowing. He mumbled to himself, counting on his fingers to make sure he went over everything he was supposed to.
Marlowe watched Apollo talk to himself, wondering when he was going to realize that she was still standing there, waiting for him to finish explaining what in the world was going on.
She had powers?!
Like— like an actual demigod. Like Percy, and Silena, and Will, and all the other kids at Camp Half-Blood.
She. Had. Powers.
"Woah," she whispered to herself, staring down at her hands. Her hair was still glowing, probably a little brighter now that it caught up with her excited emotions.
