During the flying car ride to Camp Half Blood, while Thalia, your best friend, is driving, Apollo comes over to you and leans over on your seat.

“So, what’s your name?”

He looks down at you with a smile that is almost blinding because, well, he’s frickin Apollo.

“You a hunter of my sister? Or a half blood? Or maybe just a mortal like that Rachel Elizabeth Dare girl that I met one time?”