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Starstream
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A Storm has raged over Olympus, but Zeus hasn't created it. What could cause this storm? Only Apollo knows. Can he get the courage to tell Zeus? Can he change his image of 2nd prankster? Chaos is arriving and he must act fast
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Family - Apollo - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,072 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 10-01-12 - Published: 06-22-12 - id: 8244431
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Starstream Chapter 1: Maybe The Consequences

(Apollo)

I was scared. Yes, I admit, I was scared. The prankster of the family, well, I mean 2nd, (after Hermes,) was scared. The storm is caused by titans and titanesses. Well, not kind ones like Selene and Helios and my mother Leto. I had no courage to tell Zeus, as he would never believe me. I guess he would forget I was also the god of prophecies. The storm had been a distraction for the Olympians while their (the titan's) half-breeds (with monsters) would destroy the mortals and their land. The half-bloods below would be brainwashed and turned against their godly parents.

I walked to my sister Artemis's room and nocked on the door. Her eyes lit up as I was allowed in.

"Sister. It is time for our talk I scheduled yesterday."

"I know Apollo."

"My brain is feverish. Artemis… I….. I know who cr.. cr… reated….."

"Come on APOLLO!"

I gulped in fresh air and I looked into Artemis's piercing gaze of her blue eyes, and I melted instantly.

"FINE! Arr… A..rrr t…emiss the T.T….T….i..tans were the o..oooneess who create..d s..t.. ..m. "

"Say that again?"

"Artemis, the Titans were the ones who created the storm." I said a bit braver.

I looked in her eyes. She was trembling. She dropped her bow and quiver of beautiful gold and silver arrows. My sun shined delicately on the arrows making them shimmer like beautiful fire tips. My eyes were filled with tears. I didn't even try to hold my tears back. They dropped and I watched as the sun caught the delicate droplets of salt water in it's gaze. Artemis leaned on my shoulder sobbing. She had finally realized what would become. I held her with protection as I realized again that in the midst, we might end forever.

After that had happened, Artemis had met me at the elegant dining room. Hermes clapped me on the back and I had nearly choked. Nymphs had brought us roasted pheasant, with an ambrosia sauce, bubbling nectar, honey roasted greens, spare ribs with wine glaze and a honey dip so decadent, it made the god's stomachs give out. I rarely had an appetite, and nether did Artemis. What did I get myself into?

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