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You refused to believe Elliot wasn’t a child of Apollo.

Hell, he looked like Apollo. Beefy, blonde, blue-eyed, tall… he could’ve easily passed as a brother of Will Solace.

But no, apparently the personification of a bubbly orange cat was one of Hecate’s kids. It made no sense – majority of Hecate’s cabin was made up of attractive, witchy goths, but here was Eli, bright and impish. Looking inside cabin twenty, it was almost comical, seeing the stark contrast from Elliot’s vibrantly decorated bunk and the rest of the cabin’s beautifully gloomy interior.

His half-siblings seemed to adore him regardless, though, despite the slight amount of ditsy silliness that seemed to exude from his soul. Definitely a himbo.

He seemed to fit in nicely in other parts of camp, too. The son of Hecate was also quickly introduced and included into the Aphrodite and Apollo cabins’ weekly gossip-and-hang sessions.

The kid seemed harmless enough, so you decided to befriend him. What was the harm?

Well, he never went away after that. He was just… everywhere. Somehow. Even while doing the most basic activities, Elliot was always right behind you. It was endearing, sure, but also irritating at times.

While you were doing chores – picking strawberries from the fields, specifically, He seemed to just materialize, sitting next to you and babbling as you worked. When you suggested he go do something else, he gave you the most incredulous look you’d ever seen, as if that was the craziest idea to be said aloud.

“What am I supposed to do?” He huffed.

“Eli,” you rolled your eyes, “go for a walk or something!”

The blonde crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly. “By myself? Where?”

“Anywhere!”

“Can I go that way?”

“Yes.”

When you finally thought he’d listen, he just groaned again and flopped down on his back in the grass. “But I want to talkkkk!”