Reborn (Apollo x OC)

Chapter 1 "Islands of Ice."

December 8th, 2015.

"What is this all about Apollon?" Zeus voice boomed with a tinge of irritation. Stood before him was the youthful looking god, a proud grin plastered on his face. It wasn't unusual for Apollo to present his father with new prophecies from his oracles, to Zeus it can even come across as irritating. However, Zeus didn't know just how substantial this prophecy would be.

"Father, I come bearing a new prophecy." Spoke Apollo, his head held high with admiration, not for his father but for himself.

"I assumed... and?" Zeus spoke with boredom, his mind assuming it was another prophecy about something minor.

Apollo nodded and stepped aside, allowing a young ratty looking girl to shuffle around him presenting herself to the god of lightening who sat prominently on a throne. She was extremely skinny with a dirty white gown wrapped around her trembling body, her long ratty blonde hair lay across her face covering her features.

The oracle gripped her hair and slowly tore it open through its tangles. Her clouded eyes met Zeus's lightening blue ones. She spoke In a rattled voice, "I've foreseen a future with the coming of not a god, but a new Titan hidden from the mortal and god's eyes. Preserved since the beginning, older than time. The Titan resides unawakened In a floating island of ice, touching the surface of the ocean. A frozen cavern of turns and daggers." Her voice carried through the room, slowly meeting Zeus.

Zeus sat at his throne unbothered but thinking. He raked through his mind if the prophecy was even possible. Of course it was worth considering, but he still felt doubt over such a bold statement, a bold prophecy.

Zeus sighed, annoyed by the vagueness of the oracle. One of the many things that irritated Zeus was vagueness. He didn't understand why Oracles couldn't just be straight forward and speak their truth without any riddles. "Is this being awakened yet?" Asked Zeus.

The oracle didn't speak, she simply stood still unmoving. Apollo swallowed hard and stepped forward, ready to answer his father. "Father, the oracle speaks in a way that implies the being hasn't woken yet." He explained, his eyes searching his father's for a sign of reassurance.

"But I assume it's close to awakening." Added Zeus.

Zeus took a deep sigh, unable to come up with a conclusion as to wether the oracle spoke truths or riddled words with different meanings. Zeus honestly couldn't be bothered, a large part of him rejected the idea of a new unawakened Titan still around, a Titan of his father's generation to say the least.

"It sounds like an issue for Poseidon." Groaned Zeus. He wasn't wrong, the oracle spoke of the island touching the surface of the ocean. That's Poseidon's business then. Until it's proven that there's an actual Titan, Zeus won't be concerned. He'll be aware but unbothered.

Apollo frowned and stepped forward once more, "This is a situation of great magnitude, father. We can't just shrug it off-this is a Titan we're speaking of-" Apollo cried but was interrupted by Zeus's fist slamming on the arm rest of his throne shaking the court with fury.

"I'm in no mood to deal with your antics Apollon!" Zeus boomed, "I will take care of it as needed when the time comes."

Apollo squeezed his lips into a thin line to keep anymore words of defiance from slipping out. He watched his father with bottled up anger, feeling unappreciated for his great assistance.