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Burn-Apollo Version

Apollo was back on Olympus and in his temple, immortal and godly of course. He was remembering everything his so-called family giving him half-apologies and excuses when he became a God once again. He remembered that after Dionysus, he was the one most punished by his father. Not even his twin sister; Artemis, or the kind Hestia spoke up to Zeus when he cast Apollo down to the mortal world.

I remember every word you told me

Apollo really did remember everything his family said to him, from his birth to the present time, he would always remember.

From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine

Apollo remembered the first time he went was on Olympus. He remembered looking at his father, his uncle, his aunts, his stepmother, his half-brothers, his half-sisters.

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine

Then, he remembered all those punishments Zeus gave him. Or when Artemis kept on insulting, screaming, and yelling at him.

Do you know what Mother said

When I first became an Olympian?

She said

"Be careful with those, love

They will do what it takes to survive"

Apollo remembered the day he got turned into a mortal again. No one spoke up for him. Not a single one.

You and your words flooded my senses

Your sentences left me defenseless

You built me palaces out of paragraphs

You built cathedrals

He really, actually thought that his family loved him. But it was all a big lie. They didn’t love him.

I'm re-remembering the things you told me

I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line

For some kind of sign, and when you were mine

Apollo thought of all the moments he had with his family. All 4,000 plus years. He needed to remember if they really loved him or if they were all lying to him.

The world seemed to burn

Burn

I published the book about everything you told me

Apollo wrote a book called “I Was There For Them In Their Darkest Times, I Was There For Them In Their Darkest Times, But I Wonder Where They Were When I Was At My Lowest On My Knees.” It was about his adventures, but using different names for the other Gods: Zeus as John, Hera as Anastasia, Poseidon as Joe, Demeter as Anna, Ares as Marcus, Athena as Phoebe, himself as Fred, Artemis as Zoe, Hephaestus as Charles, Aphrodite as Callista, Hermes as Luke, Dionysus as Timothy, Hades as George, Iris as Luna, Hypnos as James, Nemesis as Natalie, Nike as Victoria, Hebe as Maya, Tyche as Elizabeth, Hecate as Ginevra, and Hestia as Celestia. These are the names they use when they go to the mortal world. As for the demigods, he used their middle names: Jason as Alexander, Percy as August, Annabeth as Susan, Will as Andrew, etc.

I told the whole world how you punished me for one single mistake

After the battle against Gaea, Zeus punished him for not only encouraging Octavian to follow his dangerous path but also for revealing the prophecy much too soon.

In clearing your name, you have ruined my life

Apollo remembered Jason and those whose blood was on his hands. He remembered all those nightmares he had about his children dying in the most painful way, Jason blaming him for his death, his family lying straight to his face about loving him.

Do you know what Mother said

When she found out what you'd done?

She said

"Our family’s an Icarus

They have flown too close to the sun"

Leto tried to multiple times persuade Zeus into bringing Apollo back to Olympus, but to no avail.

You and your words, obsessed with your reputation

That’s all the Gods and Goddesses do; maintaining their reputation.

Your sentences border on senseless

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

How they perceive you

You, you, you

By now, Apollo grabbed the painting he made of his family after the Second Titan War as a way to cope with the loss of his children.

I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder how Apollo reacted when you broke his heart

You have torn it all apart, I'm watching it

Burn

Watching it burn

Apollo broke the painting into pieces and threw it in the fire he made.

The world has no right to my heart

The world has no place in Olympus

They don't get to know what I said

I'm burning the memories

He threw the scrapbook, photo album, paintings, poems, drawings, everything he made and got from his “family”

Burning the things that might have redeemed all of you

You forfeit all rights to my heart

Apollo split his beloved Golden Bow made by Hephaestus and threw it in the fire. He grabbed his sacred quiver of arrows, split them in half, and threw them into the fire.

You forfeit the place in my temples

You sleep in your temples instead

With only the memories of when you were mine

The last thing that reminded Apollo of the other 19 of the Olympian Council was his necklace with their symbols.

I hope that you burn

He threw it in the fire and flashed away to see his mother. Apollo was unaware that the Olympian Council along with everyone in Camp Half-Blood. Camp Jupiter, and the Hunters. Almost everyone was crying, but none more than Hermes, Artemis, and Hestia; all of which were closest to Apollo. They can only hope that the sun god wouldn’t hold a grudge and forgive them in time.

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We Just Won A Victory, Then This Hanging Happened (Benlivia)

‘Twas was a heavy rainy day later that evening when Colonel Bradford and Sargent Hickey were sent to the gallows to be hanged. They had won the Battle of Monmouth hours earlier against the British.

“Now we know that you’ve received upwards of 100 pounds from Mr. Mathews, the so-called mayor of New York.” they were inside a wood house in camp with Ben interrogating the two assassins, Caleb off to the side; ready to jump in at any given moment, Olivia keeping one eye on her two childhood friends and the other eye at the traitors, and General Washington’s hiding in the shadows; watching it all go down.

“And Governor Tryon. Your pulse beats high in the Torie’s game, gentlemen.” Caleb chimes in. “Now, tell me, who else in this camp is under British pay?” the Major asked, getting the task back at hand.

Bradford indirectly answers the question, “So there are others.” Ben concludes.

The drums keep bringing Ben back from the flashbacks from the moments before.

Caleb is the executioner, he wears a full black uniform, complete with a black mask that covers his face. He quickly adjusts the rope and moves on to Bradford, who was talking to Worthington.

“The offer is that you hang for counterfeiting, not for treason,” Ben says to Bradford. Hickey intervenes saying that he wants to be hanged for the latter, “To mutiny against you traitors in an act of honor,” was his explanation. The head of intelligence slaps him and explains that his family would be safe if he would be hanged as a forger, if it was for the attempt on Washington’s life, then he can’t-” We aren’t going to hang. You’re going to trade us-”

Olivia speaks of the first time, interrupting him, “And why is that?” she scoffed at Bradford, “If you think that we are bluffing, then you are wrong.” The man looked at the Madame General in the eye, “-For Culper,” finishing his sentence.

The last name alias of Abraham Woodhull hung in the air. Dread filled Ben’s stomach. “Where did you hear that name?” Caleb asked. When Bradford didn’t answer, he settled for violence, harshly pulling the former Colonel by the braid, “Where did you hear that name?!” Olivia didn’t intervene, despite the fact that it was technically her job to keep the two in line.

Washington stepped out of the shadows, suggesting that Hickey must have overheard it when he was standing guard outside his tent. “The first man to tell me the real name of our Agent Culper will be traded to safety on Saturday. The other man will hang tomorrow,” was the million-dollar question.

But neither man answered, “They don’t know.” Washington concluded. “A hanging then, I’ll inform everyone,” Olivia told the room, “Since the two of you didn’t answer, tomorrow turned into today.” She pointed at the traitors.

“The accused...Colonel William Bradford and Sergeant Thomas Hickey having being found guilty on the charge of attempting to pass counterfeit bills-

“-My aim was to kill Washington, Putman, and other-” Hickey didn’t get to finish his sentence because he was pushed off by Caleb, along with Bradford. His head was quickly decapitated. Bradford’s head was, thankfully not severed, but he struggled against the rope around his neck.

Gasps rang everywhere, but a heart-wrenching scream caused Ben to look at his left. Olivia Hamilton. He quickly hugged her and held the Madam General tightly. The Head of Intelligence heard Worthington yell at Caleb and could hear them fighting, but he paid no mind. He then looked at Washington, who signaled an officer to shoot Bradford, ending his life.

The Major could feel the younger Hamilton and the Marquis’ gaze at him like they wanted to burn a hole in his skull with their eyes. The former wanted to protect his twin sister at all costs, even though it’s supposed to be the other way around. Olivia had expressed this one too many times, about Alexander fighting with the new recruits when they looked at her the wrong way. Ben knew that Lafayette harbored a romantic love for Olivia, he too had one, but it was not one-sided. He knew that the two had to make their relationship a secret because the young aristocrat had a wife in France, it would cause a huge scandal that could cause the American-French alliance to dissipate. Because of this, Ben was determined to make his love for Olivia, a platonic one.

The Major put the elder Hamilton down on his cot and quickly stripped her down to her smallclothes. He looked at the knife wound Olivia had gotten when someone tried to assassinate their Commander in Chief during the discussion of the Battle of Monmouth. Olivia had quickly pulled Washington out of the assassin’s way and took the knife meant for him. General Arnold knocked him out and Henry Key was hanged the next day.

“You are not sleeping on the floor, Benji.” Olivia said, loud and clear, “That is a direct order from your General.” With burning cheeks, Ben laid down next to the woman he had first loved.