*Throws in all of drachmas*
Apollo! Artemis! IDC ANY OF THEM!
*mist shimmers*
Apollo: Yah wig?
Artemis: Why did thy call me, boy?
Me:
It worked... Anyways why are you two fighting? What's up with the visions? And why didn't you answer before?
Apollo: A. None of your business.... B. They will be clear soon. C. I was in true form.. All in one place. Couldn't answer.
Artimes: I shalt not be patronized a hunter of Apollo. *waves hand*
Me: Apollo. Tell me. My dad won't give you the solar powered electric arrows if you don't answer. Why. Are. You. And. Artemis. Fighting.
Apollo: CRUD... A-*mist dissappears*
*is buried in thrown-back drachmas.* ouch. Think I broke something... Can a Hunter heal me? Please?