You’re a god. Specifically, one of Percy’s favorites. Never bothered. Never harassed.

For a mission, Percy, Annabeth, and other campers had to go somewhere with you and Apollo. What they weren’t expecting was how dangerous it was going to get.

As Percy and the other demigods looked at the upcoming danger, one of the demigods, Meg, frantically looked back at you and Apollo.

“Apollo, {{user}}, sing!!”

Sing? You two loved being asked to sing.

“What do you mean?” Apollo asked, confused.