„I crawled to his side, now weeping with relief and kissed his face. „My beautiful son!“
He blinked at me in confusion. […] I suppose it took a moment for him to process why he was being fawned over by a grungy, halfderanged boy with acne.“
(Trials of Apollo)
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Diese Fanfic ist ein Beitrag zur Sommer-Feiertage-Challenge der Writing_League.