“I don’t need to see the rest…” Tears were streaming down Sam’s face. “Please, don’t let me watch him die again…”
Apollo waved his hand and the scene of Sam’s dark past vanished, replaced by the white-hot room where the god and hero had their first conversation months ago.
“Tissue?” Apollo asked.
He snapped his fingers and a roll of tissue appeared in his hand.
“No thanks,” Sam said as he wiped at his tears with the back of his palm. It would be a while before he could ask Apollo why he’d brought him into that dream.
“Honestly, I’m not entirely sure,” Apollo admitted. “This was Chiron’s idea. He thought you should remember who your sister was first before meeting her again.”
“What for?” Sam asked.
“We have a saying on Olympus… Chiron works in mysterious ways,” Apollo chuckled. “But if I had to guess, then it’s so you don’t think too harshly of Serena joining the dark side… It wasn’t exactly her choice, was it?”