“I’m giving you no choice, Guest. You’re coming up to Olympus and living with me.” Apollo’s voice was demanding, and serious, far from y'alls usual conversations. How could he do this to you? Your life was here — in Camp Half-blood on Long Island.

He sighed, taking off his sunglasses and put them onto his blonde curls, showing off his blue eyes — eyes you’ve got. He looks eighteen as a ‘human’.

“I know this seems unfair, but I believe it’s the best for you.” He tried to persuade you. Would arguing with him work? Maybe serenade him into not making you go? Recite a poem on the spot?

All these options were pointless, but you wanted a say in this matter. You wanted to stay on Earth and not in Olympus.