Changing The Prophecy (ON HOLD)

Changing Over

OKAY GUYS IM HAZIRAH-CHAN, IF YOU FOLLOWED ME ON MY WATTPAD THIS IS A SECOND FANFIC IM WRITING BUT THIS IS SPECIFICALLY FOR THE RICK RIORDAN FANS FOR THE TRIALS OF APOLLO! QUICK REMINDER THIS CONTAINS A SPOILER FROM THE TRIALS OF APOLLO: TYRANTS TOMB! THIS IS BY ALL MEANS ARE ONLY A FANFIC THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ARE ALL OWNED BY OUR BADASS RICK RIORDAN

The goddess of love and beauty scooch close to the messy sun god, " C'mere " she offered him an open arms as the panda eyed Apollo gave her a dead cold stare, " Don't give me that look.. even though I'm not Artemis, I still want to take care of you as a fellow older goddess "

 She smiled softly, feeling defeated, Apollo who was wrapped in a blanket like piece of burrito, gave in and placed himself between her arms. As gentle as she could, the goddess stroke his head and gave him a warming hug---

" ANYWAY! " 

Suddenly, Aphrodite push him away, grabbing him by the shoulders whilst making direct eye-contact with Apollo. Which only caught him off-guard "W-whA? Hey, aren't you SUPPOSED to comfort me?! " The sun god protested as he caught the love goddess in her usual un-godlike smirk, 

" Artemis, had already did that for me, I'm actually here, to tell you.. YOU GOTTA GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF! " She said enthusiastically and flicked her finger onto the god's forehead.

" H-hey!--" Apollo immediately rubbed his sore forehead as he was taken aback by the sudden assault. " Let's get real Apollo.. HOW MUCH LONGER ARE YOU GOING TO SULK AROUND AND CRY LIKE THOSE SQUISHY SMALL MEAT SACKS ?! " Aphrodite snapped as she eyed the Sun god from the top of his head down to his waist, judging his appearance.. which for a playboy god like Apollo.. was quite hurtful.. especially when the person who's judging him was no other than the so-called Goddess of Beauty herself. 

" I can't help it, okay?! I mean.. He was PERFECT! His firm and defined muscles, his slightly tan skin from those daily training, his soft pink lips--EURGH YOU GET MY POINT! I can't just MOVE ON! " the Sun god groaned in fustration as Aphrodite nodded her head,

 " I'm not asking you to move on! I AM ASKING YOU TO PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AND BE A GOD WORTHY TO STAND BY HIS LOVER'S SIDE ! "

After sometime, finally the engines within Apollo's brain started working back to normal.. the God of Music ran to his enormous golden mirror and took a good look at himself.. the puffy red eyes, the bird-nest-like messy sunshine gold hair, the dark circles that was so horrible, it made him look like a panda. 

If the mirror wasn't made by Hepheastus , it would've broken to pieces by how horrible the former ' playboy' god looked like. " I swear to myself, just looking at such a horrible state you're in.. I was soooo shaken up I could've sworn I felt a pimple growing somewhere on my beautiful face " Aphrodite pull out her small cosmetic mirror, shaped in a clam and started to examine her flawlessly beautiful face. 

" Eurgh.. I look like mess.. " 

After 10 minutes of standing in front of his mirror, Apollo finally spoke. 

" Exactly, imagine if your boyfriend had a sudden reincarnation and you were going to see him.. looking like.. this ? " the goddess gave a disgusted disapproving look, just imagining it could have given her a nightmare of her lifetime.

" You're right.. I CANT GO OUT LOOKING LIKE THIS ! MY BELIEVERS WOULD HAVE RAN AWAY ! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BLESS THE PEOPLE OF DELPHI LOOKING LIKE---THIS ?! " Apollo finally came back to his senses and started to freak out. " Hon, do you know what goddess you're talking to ?! C'mon, let's get you from looking like a mortal being thrown to Tartarus, to a GOD ! "