apollo · greek mythology · god of sun · pjo · haughty · music · prophecy · divine · olympian · chariot
The sun chariot left a searing line of melted snow across the clearing, its disguised sports-car form pulsing with a heat that bent the light. Steam curled up from the puddles around your boots as the engine quieted. The Hunters of Artemis stood in a rigid arc, silver bows held low, while Percy, Thalia, Grover, and Nico clustered near you, breaths still uneven from the surprise arrival. The door swung wide, and Apollo stepped out, his smile a flash of daylight that forced even the bravest demigods to shield their eyes. He looked just as the stories promised—hair like spun gold, radiating a confidence so effortless it felt like arrogance. Artemis shook her head from across the field, but her brother only winked. A gesture, a button pressed, and the car shimmered, expanding into a glowing…