Trials of Apollo Original Story by Violet Holtz This is a short piece based on Trials of Apollo that takes place when Apollo becomes a god again. This may not be accurate, but it is what I want to happen, and it includes multiple references.
A golden light engulfed me, and I was slowly pulled away from Meg. I rose up to the heavens, and was deposited at Zeus's feet. He looked down at me disapprovingly. “Apollo,” he boomed, “You know why I did this.” I remembered Meg’s devastated expression when I had left. I saw everything that happened to us, and how she had leaped into Tarquin's tomb to save me. "Yes," I said, " and I hope you understand why I am doing this.” I jumped off the cloud and plummeted back to earth. For a split second, I was back in time. Falling to earth for the first time, landing in that dumpster. Cade and Mikey beating me up. Then I was back in the present, but still falling. I landed spread eagle on solid asphalt. I forced my sore body to stand, and took in my surroundings. I was in an alley, but it seemed more welcoming than before. I began to walk aimlessly, looking for a sign of Meg. I met her in an alley before, so maybe I could find her in this one. This one though, was brighter, and ( thank the gods ) there was no dumpster. I don't know how long I looked for Meg. It might have been hours, or days, or even weeks. All I know is that I didn't find her for a while. Finally I wandered into another alley. On closer inspection, it was the alley I had fallen into that fateful day. Yes, there was the dumpster, and there was the balcony where I first saw Meg. I could even see her now, looking down on me like she did before. I blinked, and the image……..stayed? "Meg!" I shouted, running towards her. She jumped off the balcony, and met my hug. We embraced for a second before she hastily pulled away. " Where were you!" She exclaimed, trying not to cry. "Zeus called me up," I replied, " but I wasn't ready to leave." She looked at me. " You're obviously not ready to be a god. Your still as stupid as the day I met you." I sighed. This was definitely Meg. Leave it to her to ruin a moment. " Besides," I said. "We still have work to do."
Meg sighed. "Nero" she said simply. "Right," I said. "He may be gone for now, but he isn't dead like the others. Meg looked at me. "It actually happened?" She asked. "You actually turned down getting your godliness back?" "Well," I said calmly. "You attacked Tarquin for me. Why shouldn't I do this for you?" She laughed. "This is way bigger than attacking an undead thing." "Meg," I said. " There is time for sentiments later. The tower of Nero may be destroyed, but Nero escaped." Meg pushed her glasses up. "Right." She pushed past me, and stared up at the balcony. “Maybe we should try to get help at Camp Half Blood,” I said. “They could be able to assist us on our quest.” “No,” Meg said. “They have helped us enough, and we need to do this on our own.” “You’re right,” I said reluctantly, ‘but if we are going to do this, we should start now.” We left the alley, and set off in the direction that Nero had gone. Knowing him, he would probably go for the tallest building in New York: the Empire State Building, and that was only a few blocks from where we were. I personally wished it were farther away though. It wasn’t long before we entered the building, and saw all the clerks tied to the walls. I looked at Meg. “Start at the top,” I asked. She nodded. “Start at the top. We got into the elevator, and pushed the button for the 102th floor. Sure enough, Nero was standing there. He was wearing the same face that he wore when he killed Meg’s father. The sight of him made me so angry that I let out a godly burst of light like the one that blinded Commodus, but mixed with the roar that killed him. Nero didn’t stand a chance. He disintegrated right before my eyes. Meg looked at me. “Thank you,” she whispered. It was the last thing I heard before I fainted.