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Apollo recognized it immediately.
“Why are we here?”
he asked. “How?”
The Ghost of Christmas
Past smiled at him.
“You’re a jerk,” it said simply.
“What?!” Incredulous, Apollo
opened his mouth to rebutt
when he saw... himself.
Apollo, running right at
him, grinning. Laughing. And
behind him was Artemis.
“Come on,” Apollo was
saying, “let’s go!”
Artemis. They never got to play
together much, but every now and then
solo would be open, and they’d share
a match. She was all right, for family.
She had never been as good as
him, of course. Even now it was painful
to watch her fumble, to watch her try
and fail to escape, to lose lane. But
Apollo watched on in silence and felt
old, untouched muscles warm up
and frame a smile on his aged face.
His younger self dropped by
and brayed out some cocky advice,
then left on a blazing chariot,
with a smile and a wave. He had
been a different person then.
“I don’t understand,” Apollo said.
“Why? Why are you showing me this?”
“Nobody’s perfect,” the chubby
ghost told him, “but you can get
close. This was a simpler time,
when you had a better attitude, and
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