The night was young the snow that was supposed to freeze everything was strangely absent at the falls that Apollo and his friends are staying in. It was the only spot with such greenery that could easily be seen in the white and cold nature of winter. With the sound of the water falling from the cliff Apollo and his friends find themselves looking at the night sky. It was clear and absent of tany clouds making the stars more prominently seen.
"How pretty" Agnes mumbles as she lay flatly at the fluffy floor of grass.
"So," Braiden said, leaning back on a chair, "Still having mysterious headaches and visions?"
"Surprisingly, not today," I said, also lying on the floor unlike him.
"But seriously," Alya chimed in, "If all of this is tied to being an Apollo, shouldn't you talk to someone who knows what that means? Like, oh—I don't know—your mom?"
I blinked. "You mean…"
"She is still a mage in the tower, right?"
I sighed. "Fine. I'll ask."
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