Roman Chronicles: Book 1, Apollo: Chapter 10, Anger

Annabeth looked shocked. "But- but he just-" I stared at her. "I don't care." I said calmly, sipping the last of my Pepsi. She looked at me. Then, she took out her knife and threw it at me. This, I didn't expect. I put my hands forward and released a blast of blue, yellow, and black energy. it seemed to be a swirling ball of water, shadows, and lightning. It blasted the knife and melted off the entire tip. She stared at her gooey, warm knife in a puddle on the ground. She walked to it and picked it up by he only cool part, the bolster. Slowly, she grabbed a stone and scraped off the wet, melted parts. Half of the blade was completely in a celestial bronze puddle, fortunately, none of the rest was harmed. Unfortunately, the part that melted was the tip. A tear raced down her cheek. Then, it seemed to dry up immediately. She looked to me. "There's something you're not telling us." I looked at my bare feet. "Mm, yeah. There is. I'm the child of... Ouranos." Annabeth stared at me like I was a talking worm. "No." I nodded and held my hand out. A swirling tornado of water formed. Then lightning. Then shadows. She reached in to touch the shadow and fell to the ground. I thought, Wouldn't I ALSO have the powers of the children of the gods and children of the gods of the gods? Asclepius the titan... wasn't he the god of Healing and Light? I put my hand over her heart and the area glowed white. Annabeth stood up and blinked. "Wow... I think that worked better than a nice square of Ambrosia and a goblet of sweetened nectar!" I ducked my head. "Yes. But hand me your knife..." She gave me the knife and I thought, Hephaestus, grant me your power... I waved my hand over it and the metal formed back to a sharp celestial bronze tip. Slowly, very slowly, she looks up at me. Then, she forms the word, "Th-thank-thank you." She forces he words from her mouth. "You know, with powers like that, you could be the all-wise healer." She laughs. I force a choking 'Ha.' Percy comes out. He has a tiny cut below his left eye. I point my hand at him and think, Asclepius, grant me your power... The white beam came out and surrounded Percy's left eye. Percy put his hand on his eye. "Man. We better keep you good. You could be a major weapon against us... but can you deflect THIS?" He suddenly forces his hand to me and a jet of water comes speeding to me at the speed of sound. I scanned my list of Greek myths. Uh, Itus... yeah, Itus, grant me your power! A silver shield forms around me and the water bounces off. Percy stares in awe. He runs back in and comes out with Chiron, and the campers. He says, "Shoot whatever you got, all of you. Don't stop. Act like she's a Gaea killing your mother." All the campers got in attack position. Chiron nocked an arrow and shot it straight to my heart. Apollo, grant me your power! The arrow turned around and shot at Chiron. He picked up a random shield and thrust it in front of the arrow. Travis takes his sword and jumps up. He heaves the sword for the final blow. I don't think. I put my hand forward and shoot an arch of air. The sword bounces back, hitting Travis in the head. I gasp. I wave my hand at him and the white beam fixes him. Then, I feel a stabbing pain in the back. I faintly turn around. A guy with chocolate-brown hair, sparkling icy-blue eyes, perfectly tan skin, stylish shoes, shirt, and jeans, and sunglasses sitting in his roughly combed hair. A bow is in his hand, and it looks like he just released an arrow. He smiles and pearl-white teeth show. The same Aphrodite girl from the night I was claimed by Apollo squeaks, "Wow! Even hotter than Apollo!" Then he narrows his eyes and says, "There. Little O's daughter, fix that."