The Seventh Child of Kronos

In Apollo's world

Disclaimer: The original series of Percy Jackson is owned and written by Rick Riordan. But the characters of this fanfic are my own.

Location: Mount Olympus ( currently residing on the 600th floor of the Empire State building)

Time: Present

Apollo's POV

The only thing that my mind registered was that it was my dear little sister who was breaking the first rule Dad gave us when we were inducted to the council: "Never, ever run in the throne room."

XD-Flashback-XD

I had done just that on the second day, just to spite Dad. Why? you may ask, and I would tell you I had an excellent reason. You see Dad has this absurdly weird habit of making fun of his sons. I don't know why he does this, maybe it boosts his ego or something, but I think he's just a sicko. 

Anyways, I realized my mistake soon enough. The surprising fact was Dad did care about what became of my reputation. Ares told me about it later; You see Dad feels the need to kinda prove that the outcome of his affair is favorable for Olympus. Like that would make it all okay. 

But hey, sue me if Hera didn't kick his butt later, and I would have done too if he wasn't king.

Anyways it happened like this:

I had started gracefully, even managing a triple axel without breaking my ankle. Two moments later I realized just where I was heading. Straight to the hearth where my ever beautiful Aunt was sitting quietly. 

'No' I thought. For the love of me, I will definitely not embarrass myself like this, not in front of Her.

I tried to stop, I really did, and I hope you believe that cuz my Dad definitely didn't.

"What were you thinking, Apollo, your Aunt could have been injured. The first day in the council and you're making trouble. You should behave like the adult you are. Aren't you?"

I nodded guiltily.

"Then why must you act like a juvenile." and all the guilt vanished.

 I mean seriously, just an hour ago I had seen my oh-so-mature  Dad spinning in Uncle Poseidon's more-of-a-swivel chair-than-throne throne, making funny zooming noises with his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. Look who's talking." I muttered.

"DO you have anything to say to explain yourself? "Dad was blowing steam by now.

"Nyah nyah," I said quietly trying to end this lecture quickly.

"Did you say something?" Dad was really going red in the face, so I decided otherwise.

"Nothing" 

"What?"

"NOTHING, I said nothing" I hurriedly replied and tried to flee, but my very nice little sister grabbed me by my collar.

"Ackk..."

"-and just where do you think your going?"

"Heyyy.....Artie, no need to be rude to your elder brother," I said while massaging my now reddening throat.

"How many times will I have to say this to get it inside your brain -"

 "I"

"Was

 ouch...

"Born"

 "First" she rapped my head with her knuckles with every word.

"OWww...come on... stop hurting me-"I groaned rubbing my now throbbing skull. 

"You have to still introduce yourselves, then you can go wherever you want" my Dad stated formally turning to look at our amused audience.

........................................................................

"Ahem.....Heya people, the name's Apollo. The scale is divine playboy~

"Whatever," said Aphrodite(Viola), checking her nails feigning disinterest.

'Hmm... Another toy. How about a tragedy this time...'

"Hey weirdo, do you know how to fight? said Ares with a smirk, pulling Aphrodite to his side.

My face wrinkled with distaste. Nobody, absolutely no one gets to call me a  weirdo.

"You look a little slow, maybe I can have some fun with you."

"Oh no dear cousin, you have outdone me in that category" I smiled and turned towards my Dad. 

"Father, I'll take the council's leave now" and without waiting for a reply, I turned and scattered into a million specks of light.

Nobody's POV

'What a show-off' thought Poseidon.

'But maybe he could help me'. 

A/n: Apollo will have a lot of flashbacks in the future...

And if you find the reference, definitely mention it. XD

Peace O̶u̶t̶  In!