▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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Maybe Elara was an idiot because she didn't know what possessed her in her right mind to kidnap Apollo...a God.
Apollo wouldn't tell her anything until he was given food.
So there they were in some random restaurant ordering food.
"If I'm going to be interrogated, the least you could do is order something other than breadsticks," Apollo said, picking up the slightly burned breadstick.
Adrien had two breadsticks in each hand. "Excuse me, those breadsticks cost $40. You're welcome."
Apollo looked at the breadstick again. "$40 for breadsticks? Kid, you've been robbed."
Elara groaned and put her hands on her face, stressed out. "We'll be here all day if we let him complain. Just eat and start talking."
"I'll talk when I've had the truffle pasta. Maybe a dessert. This place has great reviews," Apollo shrugged.
"Oh yeah, it does," Dominic said with the menu in hand.
Elara groaned again, her frustration bubbling over. "Can you just tell me something?"
Apollo nodded, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh yeah, sure. The firstborn generation of half-bloods were dangerous."
Elara rolled her eyes, not impressed.
"How dangerous?" Dominic piped up, his voice dripping with that annoying curiosity of his.
"Well, for one, they caused a lot of wars. Many of them met their end when they went into the wrong domain," Apollo explained, his tone growing serious, the weight of history hanging in the air.
"And the others?" Dominic pressed, leaning in closer, eager for more.
"They died when they reached their full potential," Apollo continued, his expression darkening.
"Full?" Adrien interjected, his curiosity piqued.
"Their power was too much for a mortal body to handle, so it ultimately killed them," Apollo said, a frown creasing his forehead as if haunted by the memories of those lost.
Elara sighed, feeling the frustration rise again. "That isn't telling me anything!"
"Well," Apollo replied, crossing his arms, "after Zeus made all the gods swear on the River Styx to kil-..uh eliminate their firstborns, the ones who survived had to be tested to see if they should live or die at their trial. It was a brutal process, meant to determine their fate and whether they were worthy of survival."
Elara's mind raced with the implications. "Did I have a test before my trial?"
