The first time Drew met her sister, she was two. She didn't remember much. Just a pat on the head and "aren't you a gem?". Drew remembered warmth. Drew remembered beauty. Then Drew remembered a little squirmy bundle that the most gorgeous woman in the world gave to her. "Take care of this one," the beautiful woman told her. "She's your sister." Drew fell in love.

After his quest, Apollo knew it wouldn't be easy to return back to Olympus. He had changed too much. He just hadn't expected it to feel so, well, isolated.

I should have known it was a mistake to open the window. In retrospect, it was idiotic. When a stranger knocks on your bedroom window asking to be let in because monsters are chasing her and she wants to use your room as shelter to rest, you should probably call for help. I didn't. (crossposted A03)

Stealing the Flame was the right thing to do, right? Sure her family seemed overprotective of the little fire, but once they saw how the Flame fit in with the mortals that covered the world below they would change their minds... wouldn't they? The tale of Prometheus and the theft of fire told by the one entrusted with the Flame's safety.