This is set a few days after the Battle of The Labyrinth. It's got not actual plot, but Apollo being a good daddy is a personal weakness of mine, and I'm hoping it's the same for you. So, enjoy!

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Silence.

The whole Camp was still, hush, tranquil. Not a single soul outside. The air was cold and damp, the skies overcast. All were in their cabins, snuggled into their blankets, warm in their beds. The distant sound of rain outside the borders provided a comforting lullaby to the campers.

Peacefully they slept, feeling accomplished and secure after the battle.

All except the Apollo cabin.

Five souls stayed up, unable to sleep. They stared outside through curtained windows, seeing but not really noticing the fuzzy, moonlit shadows. What would have been serene and soothing to most anyone else was bleak and cutting to them.

They were the children of the sun. The sun was passion, life. This cold moon was lifeless. Frosty. They had never appreciated the night. But Lee had always been there to make it a little warmer.

The others seemed to have moved on. To them, Lee was just in the background. They knew him, knew him well, even. But he'd never had an impact on their lives. Just the head counsellor from cabin seven. He'd tell them it was all right, that the darkness was not to be feared. The darkness would not find its way into their home. It wasn't an enemy. For light to be significant, darkness had to exist.

But he couldn't say that any more. He couldn't say anything any more. Because he'd been claimed by the darkness of Hades' realm. Didn't that mean that darkness had to be feared?

Nyctophobia, the Athena cabin called it. The fear of the dark. The Apollo cabin didn't know about that, but they feared the unknown. They feared what was hiding, unseen. They feared the monsters that could take away what they cared about.

They feared loss.

Because the sun only gave, it never took. It gave warmth, energy. It gave the world a soul.

And so they sat. Mute and vigilant, standing guard lest the darkness came and stole again.