
Gregory Sunvold
Son of Apollo
Greg rushed through the array of food, picking out various roasted vegetables, some lamb, and his beloved grapes. Grabbing a 'goblet' of water, he sat down at the Apollo table, which was unfortunately in the far corner. Chewing the red grape that he'd popped into his mouth, he looked around for the girl that had caught his eye earlier. His eyes scanned the room like he was scouting grenades in the military, something that his stepfather had died doing. Narrowing his eyes with a smirk on his face, he saw her again at the Hermes table, which was, in his opinion, the most shocking table to find nearly empty.
Son of Apollo
Greg rushed through the array of food, picking out various roasted vegetables, some lamb, and his beloved grapes. Grabbing a 'goblet' of water, he sat down at the Apollo table, which was unfortunately in the far corner. Chewing the red grape that he'd popped into his mouth, he looked around for the girl that had caught his eye earlier. His eyes scanned the room like he was scouting grenades in the military, something that his stepfather had died doing. Narrowing his eyes with a smirk on his face, he saw her again at the Hermes table, which was, in his opinion, the most shocking table to find nearly empty.
























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