I realized there weren't many fanfics about Will Solace, son of Apollo, so I decided to write one. I worked hard on this, hope you enjoy it!
I actually planned to upload this way sooner, but the past week has been really busy.
Special thanks to my beta, B.D. Legan, you're awesome! Check out her stories, everyone.

Oh, and this is set in between TTC and BoTL.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or any of its characters.

Will POV

Birthdays could mean a whole number of things to demigods. It could signify another year that you've been introduced to the crazy, dangerous world of half-bloods. It could represent another year closer to a terrifying prophecy you must take part in when you turn sixteen. Or, it could simply mark another year of survival, one more year tucked under your belt, because you never know when something could strike.

And coming up soon was my birthday, the day I turned seventeen. Hmm, what could I say about this year's birthday? I could already drive, and I couldn't drink. It didn't mark any special prophecy. Let's face it; it wasn't exactly a special date for me. I guessed it would be like all the other birthdays: normal, which is sort of disappointing.

I craved for adventure, and that's never much of a good thing for demigods. What about all those half-bloods that died on quests or prophecies? I'm sure they would have happily exchanged places with me, doing nothing at camp.

I shouldn't complain so much. Don't get me wrong, I was glad I wasn't the child of the Great Prophecy. I felt bad for Percy, I really did. I just wanted to do something more. It'd been ages since I'd been on an actual quest. Oh man, lying on my bunk, bored to death, I'd have loved to go on one of those. Oh, and ADHD didn't help matters any.

So, here I am, a six foot, sandy haired, blue eyed, sixteen – soon to be seventeen– son of Apollo, wanting adventure. I didn't realize until later, that I would get just that, the adventure of my life. I knew I wasn't a big deal like Percy Jackson, Thalia Grace, or even Nico di Angelo, but it's not only the big guns who have tales to tell. This is my story.

She stood on Half-Blood Hill, beside Thalia's pine. The Golden Fleece shimmered softly under the starry sky; Peleus, the dragon guardian, came over to sniff her. He growled quietly, but knew the figure was no threat. A puff of smoke rose from his nostrils as he curled his tail around the tree. Settling down beside the Fleece, he completely ignored the woman robed in the silvery gown.

She stared at the moon, pale and glowing against the darkness. Looking up to it, her beautiful yet worried eyes glinted silver like the moonlight. Her long auburn hair whipped around her gently as a chilling wind swept across the land. A silver longbow and a fully loaded quiver rested on her back.

"In fortnight's time, the moon will once again be full," she whispered sadly to herself. The nighttime breeze blew away her words as soon as they passed her lips. She sighed anxiously, her warm breath clouding in the cool air.

"Chiron," she acknowledged without turning around, a slight grin playing on her face, her previous unrest momentarily forgotten.

She heard the clopping of his hooves falter as the chestnut centaur heard his name. Without skipping another beat, he climbed up the last few steps and stopped beside the pine. She faced him as he put out his right hand, meeting it with her's.

"Lady Artemis, how lovely to see you again," he greeted her warmly, his kind eyes twinkling under the stars.

"Chiron, 'tis wonderful to see you as well," Artemis replied curtly. She smiled, but it was a sad smile.

"No longer in child form, I see," he remarked, remembering the form the goddess liked to take, that of a twelve year old girl.

"Yes, well, I did not think it would suit my needs at this point in time."

Chiron briefly nodded, then said, "It would be pleasant to have you stop by the camp just to say hello, but I figure with your worried face and this late night hour, it simply is not so. Is something amiss?"

"As usual, you have a good eye for detail. I have a dilemma, although it is private. As a goddess, I cannot directly interfere with it, as the Ancient Laws state. Therefore, I would like to request a few half-bloods to set out on a quest for me. But it is of utmost importance that it must be kept as discreet as possible. No one knows I am here."

"I see," the centaur said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "May I ask what the quest involves?"

"My twin brother," Artemis answered shortly. "Apollo."

Chiron wasn't satisfied with that answer, and it rang clearly on his face. "My lady, if the campers are to be successful on this quest, we need a bit more information than that."

"I understand," the maiden goddess whispered, her hair shining under the moonlight. "It is a little hard for me to cope, you see. He can be annoying at times… but he is still my sibling."

"What happened?" Chiron asked again. He felt a growing sense of dread deep inside the pit of his stomach.

She sighed and gave a small, weary smile. "The same thing that happened to me only a short while ago. Apollo has been kidnapped."

[A/N]: So, did you like it? Hate it? Either way, please review! This is my first fanfic that is not a one-shot and that I'm actually planning to continue. But first, let's see how many people are actually interested in this before I post the next chapter. (Which basically means, PLEASE REVIEW if you want to read the next chapter.) Thanks for reading!