Today is visiting day. Kind of like a parent student meeting for the gods. Which meant that all the gods and goddesses (Hestia and Artemis included) where roaming all around camp saying hi to their children. Hermes was teaching Connor and Travis How to prank the Apollo cabin, while Apollo and his kids listened on disapprovingly behind their backs. After a couple of hours, we all gathered around the campfire and listened to Artemis give a Long speech about how the amount of claimed demigods had successfully risen this year.
Suddenly, the campfire turned a dark, demonic black. A soft female laugh echoed across the field. The ashes of the fire rearranged themselves into a feminine face, dark eyes glittering and pupil less.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" a grinding voice murmured. " Apollo ? Yes. It's you. I can feel your arrow trained on me." a slit appeared where the mouth was and the face smiled at Apollo, who had an arrow notched and pointed at her face. "May I ask a question?" the face murmured. Apollo didn't respond. He released the arrow and it flew, thudding into the center of the face. But the face merely slid across the floor. "I'll take that as a yes." it hissed. Apollo tensed, ready for an attack. But it never came. The face laughed a grim echo that vibrated through my skull painfully. The silence afterwards was just as painful, but it made everyone, including Apollo, strain to listen to Gaia's next words. They roared so loudly that they brought everyone to his or her knees. The words where unintelligible. But the affect was shocking.
Apollo was the first one to get up. His eyes where closed, and his face was blank. "Approach, seeker, and ask." he said, his voice was flat and emotionless, and his mouth didn't move, even though his words where clear in my head. It was the same voice, but it sounded darker, as if one wrong word could make him unleash a plague. The face moved and made a noise like grinding stone.
Apollo turned towards it, Moving as if he where in a trance, he stepped forwards. Gaia shot upwards, her face right in front of Apollo's, her dress a column of earth. Her hair was intertwined with poison ivy. She smiled and placed her hands on both sides of his temples.
"What is the next great prophecy?" she asked sweetly.
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Carystus
FanficI've always wanted that same father-son relationship that the other campers have (even if their parents are gods) But maybe its too much to ask when I'm Chions son?
