As far as demigod powers went, glowing in the dark was perhaps not as showy as skeleton-summoning or tomato-vine mastery, but it was still impressive. And, like Will’s skill at healing, it was gentle, useful, and exactly what we needed in a pinch. “I’m so proud,” I said. Will’s face turned the color of sunlight shining through a glass of cranberry juice. “Dad, I’m just glowing. I’m not graduating at the top of my class.” “I’ll be proud when you do that, too,” I assured him.
I…I have never wanted to cry so hard. Will’s entire being is just simple, strong power. Apollo is so stinking proud of his kid. I can’t handle this.
