He expected it to hurt. But the pain that he had been waiting for never came. Nothing happened. He just stood there waiting for something that would never appear. The gods eyed him skeptically as if he was some kind of meat hanging in a locker. He did look strange, with his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted. He held his fists as tight as he could and his knuckles were white. He looked constipated.
"Percy. Son? It's done. You can open your eyes now," his father told him, his voice resonating throughout the Olympus throne room. It was deep and powerful and it made you want to bow at the producer's feet and act as if you were nothing but a bit of dust in his way.
Percy's eyes slowly slid open. He unfurled his hands even slower. Flexing them, he looked down at himself, fearing that some sort of blast that he hadn't felt obliterated his clothes and he was now standing naked in his family's presence. Taking a deep breath, he looked down. He found nothing of his naked body, finding instead that he was actually still wearing the same clothes he had arrived in. An orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, dirty blue jeans, and black Converse. The Converse's soles were still peeling away from the seams. Upon looking upward, he saw that his hair still hung in his eyes, and it was still black. He ran a hand through it, relaxing a bit. He was still tense, as being in the same room of the gods always made him.
"Was that it...Lord Zeus?" Percy asked apprehensively. Hoping that he would say no, Percy flinched when the Sky God turned his glance on him. Looking him up and down, Zeus nodded, mumbling things to himself.
"Yes, yes. You will make a good god, Percy Jackson. As much I don't want to admit it, you will be good for Olympus," Zeus ground out the last part as if it was hard for him to say. Clearing his throat, he continued. "Now, as for your sphere of influence-"
"He'll take water," Poseidon interrupted his brother. Zeus's head whipped to the right and every one of the gods' breath caught in their throats. None of the gods dared interrupt Zeus when he was speaking. It was far too dangerous.
"Poseidon? Not only do you interrupt me, but you also suggest giving your own son ascendancy over yourself?" asked Zeus disbelievingly. He did not understand why Poseidon would give such a young man an incredibly important job such as God of Water. It was a vague sphere, but it encompassed so much, no one took it up. If the boy was given the influence, it would be a hard first few years for him.
Poseidon turned to Percy, who was looking at Poseidon with complete confusion in his eyes, "I trust him enough to give him the job," he said with total trust in his son. Percy beamed. His father thought he was responsible enough to take on God of Water. Now that he thought about it, God of Water was incredibly vague. It probably did cover a lot of jobs. Percy's happiness faded back apprehensiveness the more he thought about it.
"Poseidon, if the boy fails, I will give you the fault. He is your charge, and I expect you to take care of him," Zeus replied, worry etching lines into his face. His eyes softened when he looked to Percy. "I wish you luck, young Water God."
Then darkness.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So yeah. Giving Percy dominion over his father was going out on a limb, I know, but it seemed okay. I actually liked the idea.
I know this chapter's short. It's supposed to be. It's more of a prologue. And the rest of the chapters will be in Percy's first person.
Updates'll be slow unless inspiration strikes.
