"Hermes catch!" Apollo yells.

He slams the ball down. I shoot forward. Hephaestus has this giant robot, but it's too slow. I grab the ball. I wince as I slam down. My leg still hasn't healed much. It's better but still burns. Ares charges at me. I jump back. No one can match my speed. No God. No one.

Go to the fates.

The voice causes me to lose balance, and Ares yanks the ball out of my hand. Apollo shoots arrows out. I shoot forward. I wince as my wound starts acting up. The shadows start emanating. Apollo shoots down. I slam my staff into Ares and grab the ball.

"Hey!" Ares yells.

I wink and shoot back to their goal. I throw the ball in the hoop. I wince as I land back down.

"Good job brother." Apollo pats my shoulder.

"Thanks." I pant.

"Hey... are you okay? You look exhausted." He says.

"I'm fine." I pant.

"Is your leg, okay?" Apollo asks.

I look down. Should I tell him? He's older than me but younger than the rest. I grab his arm, and I shoot away. Athena is bound to tell someone. Apollo jumps. I slam into the locker room. Ow. I wince as I stand up. I notice blood was dripping out of the bandages.

"What the Heck was that?! Whoa. Are you okay?" He looks at my leg.

"You might want to sit down for this." I say.