I was once a glorious God named Apollo. Now I was a very scrawny, annoyingly British, average teenaged boy named (gag) Oliver Gray. Do you get the horror of being a Londoner for me? The horror of this accent? Do you get the bloody torment of having everything than having nothing but the fate of the world on your hands? You will. Granted, I do not have to do that alone, since
Rated: K - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 8 - Words: 6,365 - Published: 7/3 - Leo V., Nico A., Percy J., Apollo/Lester P.