So....today you learned that you're a demigod. Congrats!

Problem is that you're a child of Zeus, and you were born before the treaty was dissolved. Very forbidden, very not good. So, not congrats.

Of course, they're not going to punish your father for this. They're gonna punish you. So, your 'dear uncle' Hades sent his Furies after you to kill your ass. You were right outside Camp, literally just trying to see if they were still there.

They were.

So, for the second time today, you nearly died. Nearly.

Your godly half-brother Apollo has apparently decided that you should not die. In fact, he has decided you should not die so much that he came to prevent that himself. So, you watch three sunlit arrows pierce through the flesh of the Furies, and they explode into golden dust. Whoa.

Apollo turns back towards you, and you expect some godly monologue, or an eloquent speech, maybe a poem because of his domain over poetry. This is what you get-

"Pretty cool, right?"

Oh. He's literally just an uncool older brother.

Nice.