Daughters of Apollo

I do not own anything, except for Cassie, Arty, and anyone I choose to make up. This applies to the rest of the story, too.

We are daughters of Apollo, the ones who are always forgotten.

I'm not actually being overdramatic (or dramatic at all) when I say that. I can name a son of Demeter (George Washington Carver), a daughter of Poseidon (Rachel Carson) or a son of Aphrodite (Eros) easier than I can name a daughter of Apollo who's done something that people know about.

We aren't invisible, dang it!

I, Arty (Artemis) Becker, have decided to post these stories on a website that will probably make you think that these are fiction.

They're not.

Cassie Jackson. No relation to the Percy. She was just an average Apollo girl.

Of course, she was in love with her best friend, who was in love with this girl from Aphrodite. Silena.

She was disgustingly pretty. That girl that you hated because she was so pretty.

She also had no substance, though. There was hope that Beckendorf would see that and reconsider.

As if. Aphrodite was a little more concerned with her daughters than Apollo's brats.

Apollo's Brats. Good name for a band.

Anyways, she was sitting in her cabin, when she heard.

Percy was back.

And if Percy was back, it meant Beckendorf was too.

She was probably there too. Ever since they started dating, they've always been together. And she calls him Charlie. His name is Beckendorf.

She ran to the beach, looking for him. He was her best friend, after all.

Percy was there. But where was Beckendorf?

Cassie asks "Where's Beckendorf?"

He looks at her strangely. "Who are you?" he asks.

"I'm Cassie, one of Apollo's brats. I'm Beckendorf's best friend. Where is he?"

"You are?" Yes, she understands that not many believe her, but she is tired of people not grasping that.

"Contrary to popular belief, Jackson, boys can have girl best friends without wanting to make out with them." This time, the girl best friend wants to make out with the guy, she added silently.

Travis Stoll looks away, unable to meet her eyes. "Um...Cassie...how do I say this..." he starts, but he cannot finish.

"What?" She can take anything. Or so she thinks.

"He...died, Cass."

"What?" No. This couldn't be happening. Now everyone would expect her to go bond with the she-demon-who-is-probably-betraying-the-camp-as-she-spoke-and-is-a-pain-in-the-butt-as-well.

Cassie started crying. Sobbing, really. She wasn't one of those people who could cry while looking pretty. Her face got red and blotchy, and her eyes got red, and her nose ran like the Stoll brothers trying to get the last Silly String on the planet.

Which, in case you were unaware of the Stoll brothers' Silly String dependency, is pretty dang fast.

And then the she-demon herself yells "You don't even know who he is!"

"And you did?" Cassie asks. "I was his best friend! I've known him since I was eight. For ten years, he's been my best friend, and you think that I'm lying? We were going to go to NYU together! He never told you about his best friend? And you say that he's your boyfriend?"

"Charlie always called his best friend 'Cass', and I assumed he meant Castor."

"Castor died last year in the Battle of the Labyrinth. Anyways, he and Beckendorf hated each other."

"He never told me that."

Cassie feels like Taylor in that song with the music video involving prom and holding up note-things that her half-brother Will Solace was obsessed with.

Only she won't get her happy ending.

"And you call yourself his girlfriend?"

"You did not just go there!"

And the she-demon launches herself at Cassie, and they start fighting.
They are rolling on the ground, each one trying to get the upper hand.

And then someone pulls the she-demon off her, and Cassie looks up to see the unusually grim face of Travis Stoll.

He pulls her away from the crowd, towards the mess hall.

"I know you're upset," he starts. He's a good friend, been so almost as long as Beckendorf. If it weren't for Beckendorf, in fact, he would be her best friend.

"Yeah." Cassie says, looking at the ground.

"And I know you loved him," he adds. She could confide in him when she couldn't in anyone else.

"But I want you to remember that I'm still here." he finishes.

"I know that." Cassie says, slightly confused.

He sighs, and pulls a leaf out of her hair. "That's not what I meant." he says softly, more to himself than to her.

And he turns, walking back to his cabin.

Cassie's really confused.

Cursing the fact that her dad never gave her some sort of crash course in understanding Guy and that Chiron confiscated her half-sister Megan's magazines on understanding them, she goes back to her cabin.

If only she didn't hate the she-demon. Maybe then she could've asked for advice on understanding what Travis meant.

Why wasn't Apollo gifting his daughters with the gift of understanding guys? Why wasn't Apollo caring a little more for his daughters?

Her dad was the god of prophecy. And he didn't care enough to help his kids. How was this fair?

In her cabin, she sat on her bed and cried.

Travis Apollo Cassie

Cassie was fighting. She had run out of arrows a while ago, and had picked up a sword. It wasn't her weapon, but she'd been training with it for nearly ten years. She was a year-round camper; her mom was busy singing on a cruise ship somewhere in the Bahamas. Or maybe it was Mexico.

She drove the thought out of her mind and slashed. The Laistrygonian dodged, but not fast enough. It vaporized, leaving Cassie breathing heavily.

"Bravo," a voice said.

She turned. Standing there was an enemy half-blood, clapping.

He was wearing an eye patch, and had black hair. He came at her, holding his sword, swinging it effortlessly.

Offering prayers to Apollo (dad), Athena (wise), Ares (strong), Artemis (cool), Zeus (king), Nike (victory), and Nemesis (felt right), she parried.

Or tried to. As she had said, the sword was not her weapon.

He laughed as he disarmed her. He laughed as he knocked her down.

He laughed as he stood over her, poised to kill.

"Please, no." she said softly. "I don't want..."

"To die?" He said it so harshly. He didn't care about her.

"To go to Elysium. Not yet, anyway."

"Why?"

"This guy I loved is down there. He was also my best friend. And this girl I hate. Who's dating him. Did I mention that?"

"So you think that you can get me spare you by some sob story? Well, it's not going to work!"

He laughed as he killed her.

And she finally understood what Travis meant, that day that seems so long ago.

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