My first story. I hope that you like it.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am just a silly dreamer who doesn't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Rick Riordan does.
"It has to be done" he said. I knew he was right, he was always right, when his vision appeared, but that didn't mean I'd have to like it. "Are you sure there isn't any other way?"I said, practically begging him. "You know we are not allowed to interfere directly. There is no other way. We can't bless some with our power. You know that as well as I. The gods could be blessed, but they are also not allowed to interfere, and there are no titans or giant who has such loyalty to us to go against family. A demigod would burn up in a mere second. There are simply no other options. It has to be done" he said, thus ending the argument.
I stared at him, with tears almost crawling out. He hesitated before he slowly walked over to me, with our faces nearly inches apart. I could smell the wonderful smell of earth, of water, of fire and air coming from the core of his very being. Sobbing I managed to say "When will you hibernate? And when will I see you again?" before he placed a kiss on my lips. Slowly our kiss deepened before my lips parted from his, letting me look into his mesmerizing eyes with my own pleading eyes begging him for an answer.
"I will hibernate for the next hundred years before I can be born in a fitting way. As for you my love, you will run across me, but I won't be able to remember anything about you or about our true origin. Also I will be limiting my power gradually. When the prophecy is fulfilled I will remember everything. My powers, my origin, and my love to you. Until then, the only thing about us, I will remember, will be your face. I know you hate it but so it must be."
I pulled him into a strong hug, remembering this would be the last time in a hundred years I would lay eyes on my mesmerizing husband. "I will see you soon, my love. Watch over our children and remember that I will soon return to you, and we will be together forever without anymore wars to disturb our family" and with that, he was gone in a blinding flash.
Trying to hold my composure, I turned around and stared out at the peaceful universe, before I noticed a new star being created thousands of lightyears away from here. I clapped my hands and from the door behind me, the second in command came running in to await his command. "It has begun. I will leave for the next hundred years. Meanwhile you are to make sure this planet is peaceful. For the next hundred years, you shall be king of this planet, second to only me. If any problems arise, that you cannot solve, you will contact me and no other."
His eyes widened, but he kept his calm. "I will do anything in my power to make sure this planet is in the same shape as you left it, madam". I smiled, knowing full well that he would make this planet thrive, and that I were to never come back here, at least not as a ruler. "You are dismissed". He left the room with a small bow meant for me, before I turned my head towards earth, in the glass reflected a girl in her early 20s with the most beautiful blonde hair in a gold dress, before it a bright white light burned brightly before fading, revealing a completely empty room.
About 40 years later
Chiron looked out over the camp. Not many campers were left after the Second World War, as it was a war the Big Three, and unfortunately the demigods were caught in the crossfire. The Big Three had been acting like little children who thought that the grass was greener on the other side of the fence. Their paranoia had led to a rough estimate of 30 million people dead in Russia alone, and the numbers wasn't much better in the rest of the world, leading to that only 50 out of 500 demigods in his camp was left after the war. However, a peace treaty was made between the Big Three that would hopefully limit another war like this breaking out. However it wasn't the only reason. The other reason was the prophecy from the oracle of Apollo. It said that a child of the Big Three would end up making a choice of abandoning the world or saving it. Of course the gods couldn't have any chance of that happening, they might be prideful and thinking themselves flawless, but they were not fools.
However Chiron was certain that the treaty between the Big Three would be broken. It was surely just a matter of time before one of the Big Three would sire a child. He could only train his campers to be prepared for the prophecy, as it depicted that the titans would rise once again and throw the human world into sleep.
About 60 years later.
The hospital was noisy withthe screams of the birthing mothers and the newborns piercing through the night. In one particular room a young woman had just given birth to a beautiful little boy, when she held him, he looked up at her showing her his amazingly sea-green eyes, that reminded her of the boy's father and the terrible fate he would face. It was then she decided to name the boy after the only hero in Greek mythology that actually got to live a life. "Ms. Jackson, what will the boy be named?" a nurse asked her with genuine curiosity.
"Percy Jackson".
I hope you like it. I would love a response and if you notice any grammatical errors, feel free to make me aware of it. English is not my mother tongue.