Ophelia was furious, she had told Seth to stay in his bed and he hadn't. Sure, he wasn't hurt at all but he managed to get himself caught by Kronos. She was preparing for battle. She had her quiver and bow strung over her shoulder. As she was grabbing her sword, a man appeared in front of her. She stared up at her shimmering father, her mouth open. He smirked, "Don't look at me like that Ophelia... I know what you are going to do."

"I didn't know you gods cared when your kids threw themselves into harm's way. You never did before," she said as she attached her sword to her belt. Apollo sighed, "Normally, we don't... Because we've learnt that we aren't going to be able to stop you, but we can help."

He handed her a quiver, "So you don't run out of arrows."

She looked at it and smiled, "It is enchanted."

He nodded. She threw it over her shoulder, "Thank you."