Post by Xander on Apr 28, 2009 15:23:24 GMT -5
Apollo overlooked one tiny little detail when he cursed his children—and that was that he had cursed all of them, including the infamous baby number one, tucked away all safe at Delphi.
Words have power. And, like Eddie Vedder says: Once spoken, they can't be taken back.
Apollo should have also considered this on his son's wedding day, which occurred before Apollo cursed his son's people. "In your hands you hold my future," he said. "Your blood is mine, and it is through you and your future children that I live." Too bad he didn't go to his own Oracle before he made that promise, huh? If he had, he'd have known that by making that particular pledge of loyalty, Apollo had just damned himself to extinction.
When his son's bloodline dies out, so will Apollo... and with him the sun itself, the earth, and all who dwell here.
Oops.
Cassandra Peters Tryggvason is a direct descendent of the son of Apollo (Stryker), and through her, her son Erik. If you ever find yourself in a situation to do so, you must protect these two people at all costs. They are worth more than your life and mine put together.
Not to be clichéd, but the fate of the world actually does depend on it.
Today, many Apollites blend in seamlessly with the human world, while others live in segregated communes. There are no records of all existing Apollite groups, but there are known Apollite communities in major cities all over the world, among them Athens, Buenos Aires, Helsinki, Hong Kong, London, Paris, Rio, Tokyo, and Montreal. In America, they can be found in New York, Seattle, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Miami, and of course, New Orleans. (It is said that Apollites and Daimons stay away from Washington, D.C., due to the undesirable overpopulation of soulless politicians... but this may just be a rumor.) Daimons are often welcomed into these communes.
The Arcadians and Katagaria will always tolerate their cousin Apollites in their sanctuaries, but never Daimons. Their brethren they can control, but Daimons always mean trouble since it will invariably cause Dark-Hunters to come and Daimons tend to eat their paying clientele—it's just not good business sense.
Apollites are territorial, and their emblems may vary, but there are a few common themes. Most involve the sun (and therefore Apollo) in some form or fashion. Teardrops are also used to denote the loss of loved ones. These can appear as tattoos, banners, or signs. When an Apollite enters a community, they must swear a blood oath to uphold the laws and beliefs of that community for as long as they choose to reside there.
We certainly don't begrudge them their communities—the Apollite life is often lonely and always short. They have ventured far and wide over the long years to find safe lands for their children and brethren, and we respect that. Many Apollite children are orphaned and forced to live in small groups, or alone among humans. Many do not know their history, and do not find out until it is far too late.
It's a depressing proposition any way you slice it.
They may not all have blond hair (another rumor Daimons enjoy perpetuating), but they do have certain similar physical characteristics that are easy to spot if you're looking for them.
Full-blooded Apollites cannot be in sunlight. They will burst into dust if they are. Halfbloods are born with varying degrees of sunlight intolerance, but it's not something sunblock can cure. Most are so sensitive that they spend most—if not all—of their life underground.
Due to their shortened life span, Apollites today mature at an extremely advanced rate. (Congratulate me, I'm trying really hard not to make a Chia Pet analogy.)
Apollites reach adulthood at age eleven, and often marry between the ages of twelve and fifteen. (At an Apollite wedding, the bride is usually given away by a sponsor, since the parents are probably dead.)
They gestate their babies in about twenty weeks—roughly half the lime of normal humans.
They all still die at twenty-seven. Halfbloods may live longer.
The only way for a full-blooded Apollite to survive past that age is to turn Daimon.
Words have power. And, like Eddie Vedder says: Once spoken, they can't be taken back.
Apollo should have also considered this on his son's wedding day, which occurred before Apollo cursed his son's people. "In your hands you hold my future," he said. "Your blood is mine, and it is through you and your future children that I live." Too bad he didn't go to his own Oracle before he made that promise, huh? If he had, he'd have known that by making that particular pledge of loyalty, Apollo had just damned himself to extinction.
When his son's bloodline dies out, so will Apollo... and with him the sun itself, the earth, and all who dwell here.
Oops.
Cassandra Peters Tryggvason is a direct descendent of the son of Apollo (Stryker), and through her, her son Erik. If you ever find yourself in a situation to do so, you must protect these two people at all costs. They are worth more than your life and mine put together.
Not to be clichéd, but the fate of the world actually does depend on it.
Today, many Apollites blend in seamlessly with the human world, while others live in segregated communes. There are no records of all existing Apollite groups, but there are known Apollite communities in major cities all over the world, among them Athens, Buenos Aires, Helsinki, Hong Kong, London, Paris, Rio, Tokyo, and Montreal. In America, they can be found in New York, Seattle, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Miami, and of course, New Orleans. (It is said that Apollites and Daimons stay away from Washington, D.C., due to the undesirable overpopulation of soulless politicians... but this may just be a rumor.) Daimons are often welcomed into these communes.
The Arcadians and Katagaria will always tolerate their cousin Apollites in their sanctuaries, but never Daimons. Their brethren they can control, but Daimons always mean trouble since it will invariably cause Dark-Hunters to come and Daimons tend to eat their paying clientele—it's just not good business sense.
Apollites are territorial, and their emblems may vary, but there are a few common themes. Most involve the sun (and therefore Apollo) in some form or fashion. Teardrops are also used to denote the loss of loved ones. These can appear as tattoos, banners, or signs. When an Apollite enters a community, they must swear a blood oath to uphold the laws and beliefs of that community for as long as they choose to reside there.
We certainly don't begrudge them their communities—the Apollite life is often lonely and always short. They have ventured far and wide over the long years to find safe lands for their children and brethren, and we respect that. Many Apollite children are orphaned and forced to live in small groups, or alone among humans. Many do not know their history, and do not find out until it is far too late.
It's a depressing proposition any way you slice it.
They may not all have blond hair (another rumor Daimons enjoy perpetuating), but they do have certain similar physical characteristics that are easy to spot if you're looking for them.
Full-blooded Apollites cannot be in sunlight. They will burst into dust if they are. Halfbloods are born with varying degrees of sunlight intolerance, but it's not something sunblock can cure. Most are so sensitive that they spend most—if not all—of their life underground.
Due to their shortened life span, Apollites today mature at an extremely advanced rate. (Congratulate me, I'm trying really hard not to make a Chia Pet analogy.)
Apollites reach adulthood at age eleven, and often marry between the ages of twelve and fifteen. (At an Apollite wedding, the bride is usually given away by a sponsor, since the parents are probably dead.)
They gestate their babies in about twenty weeks—roughly half the lime of normal humans.
They all still die at twenty-seven. Halfbloods may live longer.
The only way for a full-blooded Apollite to survive past that age is to turn Daimon.