He recognized all of Calypso’s little quirks, and smiled any time she pulled off some impressive feat. I’d known for a long time that Hephaestus had the best relationship with Calypso out of any of the gods, but it was only these last few weeks that I’d seen what that meant. I told Calypso about it, even! I can’t believe she wasn’t paying attention.” He looked quite affronted by that fact. “Apollo, just try, will you? Does this look like the city you dreamed about or not?” “That doesn’t mean I can pinpoint her location with my mind! Zeus revoked my access to GPS!” Zeus may not have been able to drain my brother’s divinity as thoroughly as it had appeared at first glance. Yet I was beginning to suspect it wasn’t the true one. Maybe the blessing applied to him as well, even though he was supposed to be mortal, not a god? What other explanation existed for Apollo’s feats of strength?Īnd now, again, we could see more evidence of Apollo’s divine abilities surfacing, even though he shouldn’t have any. It sounded like a lie, but I didn’t see how it could be. Or at least, he’d claimed he’d been responsible for that. He never paid that much attention to demigods after all, and by the time he noticed the new ability, he simply assumed it was a natural result of their half-divine nature - even though older demigods from Greece’s height didn’t have it.įor Apollo to still have this power now… we’d seen before that Zeus had allowed Apollo some sliver of access to divine power before, though only temporarily.
Some may argue curse) of dreaming about what happened far away, or in the past? That was something he could do without raising Zeus’s suspicion. It made Father uncomfortable and nervous when we did.īut using some of his divine power to give demigods the blessing (Well. We weren’t supposed to get too involved with our children, after all. There were limits in how much Zeus would allow him to do for them, to help protect them. My brother was the god of prophecy and patron of the first camp for demigods, Camp Half-Blood. Demigod dreams had a similarly divine origin. We gods were able to use our divine power to enter dreams, to give guidance when we wanted, or just to visit some of our favorite mortals. Demigod dreams were common of course, but… well, they weren’t exactly as natural as most demigods believed they were. Without them, they’d be left searching the entire state of Indiana.īut it seemed strange that Apollo would have access to that kind of power now. I’d heard about Apollo’s visions, of course - they’d helped guide the four of them to this city after all. “You said your friend Meg would be here.” “You’re the one who’s been having visions,” Calypso said. “Why is it my job to sense things? Just because I used to be a god of prophecy-” Calypso just wanted to get down to the ground as safely and gently as possible. I may not be able to help directly, but I’d help as much as I could.įestus, for some reason, decided that he didn’t like the Indiana Statehouse’s flag and incinerated it, which annoyed Leo, as this wasn’t the first time it’d happened. If they happened to run across them, they had the right to render him aid, of course. What Zeus didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, and it’s not like I outright told them to help Apollo. Not that it’d stopped me from visiting them in a dream and hinting that it’d be really nice if they went towards Indianapolis. Three weeks ago, they’d gotten close enough to his position that Zeus forbade me from contacting them. I couldn’t even distract myself by visiting with my Hunters during the times when my brother was asleep.
I’d learned more about Leo, Calypso, and the proper maintenance and care of large metal semi-alive dragons than I’d ever wished to know. Sniping and banter between the three of them. But there were long stretches of nothing in-between. Demigods, demititanesses, and former gods had a habit of getting themselves into trouble, after all. Especially when this had been going on for SIX. Much as I was glad I could watch over my brother in some form, simply observing him sitting - even if it was sitting on a large bronze flying dragon - got dull fast. I say “relaxed” but it’s more like “bored out of my skull”. I relaxed, watching Apollo, Leo, and Calypso fly around on Festus.
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