𝙇𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨 (𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢! 𝙊𝘾) 𝙏𝙏𝘾

Why Does the World Have to Hate Me?

"Lux!" Sylvia screamed, pelting the lion with arrows as it pounced on the child of Apollo.

Until it was suddenly thrown away from Lux, landing on bottom floor, right next to Percy, who immediately forced some packaged food thing in its mouth.

Or something. Sylvia wasn't really sure of anything that was happening that wasn't within a 1-foot radius of Lux and, apparently, her. Somehow, her feet had carried her over to her sibling without her even realizing it.

Please, please be okay, Sylvia thought as she took a cautious step forward, only to be stopped in her tracks by some invisible wall.

Huh? She tried a different spot, only to get the same results. She circled all around Lux, trying to find a place she could break in, to no avail. 

"Well, that explains what happened to the lion," she muttered, staring at her sibling, who was curled up in a tiny ball and unconscious. They looked to be shaking, though. "Their brain must've triggered the photokinesis...or something."

Something landed on her shoulder, making her jump and re-load her bow, only to lower it as her eyes focused on a glowing, flame-coloured bird.

Oh, hey! Wait, have you been here the entire time? she asked.

Fawkes shook her head. I just managed to find a partially-open window and fly in.

Sylvia looked at her feet. I'm sorry. I completely forgot you went to search above.

No matter. You need to help Lux, Fawkes told her.

I'm trying, but I don't know how! Sylvia said, exasperated.

Call out to them, Fawkes suggested. With their full name. First, middle, and last.

I don't know that! I just met them, like, a few days ago! I'm not even sure if I was ever told the last name, much less the middle! Sylvia protested.

Lux Mars Morin.

"Lux Mars Morin?" Sylvia said, her French accent coming out without her realizing.

Like that, but with more confidence.

"Lux Mars Morin." 

More...musical. Sing it, Fawkes instructed.

Sing it? How will that help?

Just do it.

"Lux Mars Morin," she said in a sing-song tone. A song she hadn't heard in years popped into her mind, and her lips involuntarily moved themselves, forming the lyrics. "Wake me up before you go-go. 'Cause I'm not planning on going solo."

Lux's eyes immediately flew open, Sylvia's eyes doing the same as she realized she did that. She took a step forward, momentarily forgetting about the forcefield, but, to her relief, it was gone.

"Sylveon? What---what happened? Am I dead? Is this the Underworld? Does that mean you're dead, too?" Lux asked, rubbing their eyes. It took Sylvia a moment to register the fact that they were speaking in French.

"No, honey. You're alive. Your photokinesis must've went into self-defense mode or something. It created some sort of shield for you," Sylvia explained.

Lux blinked. "Why are you speaking French?"

"Because you were," Sylvia replied simply, grabbing their hand and gently pulling them up.

"Oh. Huh. I didn't mean to do that."

"Don't worry, I've done that very same thing so many times." Sylvia grinned at them as they picked their crossbow up.