Be well, Apollo. 
Ps. Haven't forgiven you about the prank, I'll be waiting for your reply.
                          
Your... relationship with Apollo was.. complicated. Moreso than with your mother (whom you have very limited knowledge about) but oh goddesses, Apollo meddling with your work was never a good thing.
                          
Ignoring the updated 'to-die' list, you quickly shoved your phone into your pocket and opened a rip in the middle of your room, closing it instantly when you passed through, ignoring the wails, the screaming, and Cerberus' warning snarl as you trekked towards the palace looming over head, deciding to skip the formalities with other reaper in the association and head straight to your father. 
                          
"Apollo!" You shouted, your eyes flashing and your skin disappearing - bones replaced the soft layer as you glared at your father. Muttering under his breath before pushing away the ink bottle and put the pen down. Intertwining his fingers together and looked up. Tiring green eyes looking back at you. 
                          
"Hello, I didn't know you would be visiting so soon." He said, brushing off your outburst. His eyes trailed down, a sigh coming from him as he leaned back, rubbing a bony hand through his hair and sighed once more. "He offered. I figured if it went well, the two of you can grow closer." 
                          
"He pushed me off a cliff!" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. A low growl ripping through your (currently) non existent throat. "May I remind you that-" 
                          
"that he convinced the whole village that you were a witch. Burning you on a pole." He cut you off, waving his hand in the air dismissively. "You aren't so innocent either. You touched several instruments, tampered with said instruments, convinced Artemis that he actually hated her... need I go on?" 
                          
Pursing your lips in denied silence. A long huff coming from you as you plopped down on the chair, crossing your arms over your chest in a pout. "Ok. Fine. Artemis was, and is, gullible." 
                          
Your father shook his head, opening another rip to your house and gestures with his chin. "Go back, Hades might catch a wind of you returning early."
                          
"...If Apollo shows up in the human realm, I'm going to throw him off a cliff, or run him over. Whichever hurts more." You took a step through the rip, glaring up at your ceiling and pointed. "Do you hear me!? I'll run you over, if you come close to me!" 
                          
"Threatening a God won't do you good, Y/n." Your father shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. Your bones disappeared underneath the layer of skin, your anger slowly drifting off as you shrug your shoulders, balling your fists and made motions to punch him.
                          
"Fight me." 
                          
"I'm terribly busy, farewell." You father said, closing the rip without another word although you did see a slight malicious grin. 
                          
Running your hand through your hair, you sighed deeply and went to the attic. Taking out the bottles ink, quill, and a piece of parchment. Pulling the chair out of the desk, you sat down and hovered over the parchment. 
                          
To: Apollo. Location: Greece, Mt. Olympus
From: Y/N. Location: Canada, British Columbia.
                          
Dear Apollo.
I didn't ask for any favours from you, I'd appreciate it if you didn't try wiggling your way into my workplace. Yeah, I moved areas - Canada's a beautiful country. There is so much wooden areas, the air smells fresh, and the people - ... they're okay, I guess. Mortals are difficult creatures to please.
                          
Have you heard about the recent news? There are monsters now roaming this part of the world, not sure about our homeland and the western countries. I've only been meeting with limited few for a day or three.