Prologue

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A fight was going on, a fight between father and son.

The cabin door was locked, the other cabin mates sitting outside, nervously waiting as the two men screamed at each other. Words no one had heard come out of the younger's mouth spewed like a ray of light, the camp hearing fully. The older of the two yelled back, causing the younger campers and some older to wince. From in the blue building, the son of death and the centaur talked, worry etched on both of their faces. And then a scream, one of absolute pain, and an echoing thud. The son of Hades bolted up and ran to the bright yellow cabin, the centaur close behind. The crowd of frightened demigods parted for them, the black haired boy almost throwing open the door, brown eyes meeting wide blue ones, scared and frightened. Across the room lay the figure of a god, just recently turned human, eyes lifeless and body limp.

The god Apollo was dead, killed by his own son.

The son he envied for the power he gifted.

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