Apollo appeared back in his bedroom, and quickly began on the child.

"It's alright, Little Girl. You'll win for sure!" He said as he began to sculpt the baby. "You'll look like Will, and me."

He started adding details, "You'll have blonde hair, and the brightest blue eyes possible, and tan skin. That perfect sun-kissed color that would make anyone jealous."

He added color to the child. "You'll be perfect. Hades and Aphrodite won't stand a chance."

He thought aloud, "Maybe she'll be good at archery. Or singing. Or basketball. Or healing like Will."

He began talking to the child again, her features and colors almost fully developed, "The possibilities are endless, Little Girl. I can't wait until Will and Nico name you, then I won't have to call you 'Little Girl' anymore. Anyway you'll grow up to be just like your favorite grandfather, Me!"

When he finished, he had a baby girl, only about 6 pounds, with a small tuft of blonde hair, and already tanned skin. She wasn't alive yet, only like a fragile porcelain doll. Her eyes were closed, but Apollo knew that once they opened, they would be a blinding blue.

Apollo wasn't sure how his competition was facing, but he had so much confidence in his 'Little Girl' that he wasn't in the slightest bit nervous.