you could say this isn't the day you'd expected.

one of your half siblings from your cabin had brung you to the arena to try and teach someone, quote, 'new and special.' and let's just say it was definitely um...special? in a way.

you get to the arena in your fighting attire, honestly you half expected another 12 year old kid that was as clueless as a deer in headlights...but no. it looked like a teenager..young dult maybe? and a kid with short black hair, dressed like a stoplight. you felt yourself internally scowl. what was this?

"Greetings, mortal..half-..mortal. um- i am lord apollo-!" he starts, confidently. clearly he didn't have any idea about the amount of voice cracks he had in one sentence. you started to chuckle under your breath.

the kid with the stoplight colored clothes and cat-eye glasses pushed him out of the way. "He means to say, his name is Lester. basically, zeus got mad at apollo and sent him down here as this puny, worthless, ugly-"

"hey!" lester (apollo) started "I am FABULOUS...well i used to be...i have acne and flab now!" he almost wailed. "I want my perfect-ness back.."

"-human/mortal...anyways," the little girl continued. "he sucks at everything and we were HOPING you could maybe train him. although nobody will be mad if you say no-"