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People say a lot of things, a lot of which I find not to be true, but I suppose there is one thing with which I can agree: No one is perfect, not even the gods. I have come across many mortals, creatures, demigods, beasts, and gods since I was thirteen and Silas instructed me that writing in a journal every day decreases the effects of ADHD. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure he was lying about that effects thing, but anyway, in all my travels and adventures I have found not one single perfect person, in a loose sense of the word, in any realm. And while I do wholeheartedly believe that no one and nothing is perfect, I do entirely disagree with the common belief that there are limits and impossibilities that cannot be grasped or accomplished. For some people, there is no impossible but only boundless possibility. My journal is an account of boundlessness. I am Lexi Kayin Elita Jeanelle Simmons. I am impossible.
The story really began far before I was born, along with the legends that preceded it and the great heroes that created the next generation of demigods. I only know these parts because Apollo has filled me in since.
****19 years ago****
"Master Zeus! Master Zeus!" called a wind spirit, flying into gods' throne room and disrupting their Winter Solstice meeting.
"What? What is so important that you had to interrupt us during one of our most important meetings of the year?" Zeus questioned threateningly, his voice thundering with authority.
The wind spirit shrank back slightly and stuttered our nervously, "The girl... the mortal girl... the artist girl... the one at Camp Half-Blood... the one with frizzy red hair... his Oracle," he pointed at Apollo.
"Yes, I know the girl, now spit it out already," commanded Zeus.
"She-she-she saw...a vision...a prophecy-"
"And you felt the need to tell me this why? The girl has visions all the time," questioned an irritated Zeus.
"This one is important; it's big, really big, enormous big."
"Bigger than the Great Prophecy?"
"Way," stated the wind spirit.
"Fine, you have my attention; now, tell me what the prophecy says," sighed Zeus."
The wind spirit looked up in thought for a moment, remembering the exact words, and then started,
"Old heroes have had their chance,
Next generation comes to pass,
Twenty children of thirty strong,
Shall lead the others away from wrong,
Await the Titan rise once more,
Preparations must be made for war,
Though most powerful and ready stand,
Half-Bloods fail without a helping hand,
Chosen one and protectors of man,
The gods' twins created for a plan,
Still titans succeed lest all give in,
Lose morals and innocence to win,
Two lovers vying for one girl's heart,
Needed teamwork is hard on a rival's part
Old heroes lost to sacrifice and death,
An oath broken with a friend's final breath,
A losing battle, on the twins' day,
One choice can make it all go away,
Hatred and sadness cloud chosen one's soul,
Fate of the world decided by her role."
Silence filled the throne room as the wind spirit's solemn words set in.
Finally Apollo spoke to break the trance, "Well, aren't you just a chariot full of sunshine coming to brighten everyone's day!" He looked around, waiting for someone to get his joke. Athena simply rolled her at what she thought of as his inferior wisdom. "Do you get it?," Apollo asked the gods, "I'm the sun god and I drive my chariot to bring up the sun and brighten the day for everyone!" None of the other gods or goddesses seemed to find his joke funny, and Artemis said, "Stupid men," as many of the other goddesses nodded in agreement.
"Hey! I'm your brother!"
"And that makes you any less stupid why?"
"She has a good point there," stated Demeter.
"No she doesn't!" retorted Hermes.
"You're just disagreeing with Demeter because you two are still mad about Aphrodite setting Katie and Travis and Connor and Miranda up," pointed out Athena.
"Like you should talk, Wise Girl, oh sorry, isn't that what my son calls Annabeth?" teased Poseidon.
"I know, aren't their nicknames for each other just so cute!" gushed Aphrodite.
"Oh yeah, just about as cute as Nico and Clarisse making out in my sight at camp all the time," stated Dionysus sarcastically.
"Are you asking me to punch you in the face?" asked Ares, at the same time as Hades said, "Well, at least he isn't going after that daughter of Zeus anymore."
"What's wrong with my daughter?" thundered Zeus.
"She came from one of your affairs with a mortal!" shouted Hera.
"Shut up! Nobody likes you!" exclaimed Hephaestus.
"I'm not the one who got thrown off of Olympus."
"You're the only one who threw me off!"
"He actually has a good point," pointed out Athena.
"Sis, just shut up; no one wants to hear your stupid words of wisdom," stated Ares.
"At least she has some, unlike you," retorted Demeter.
"Nobody asked you!" shouted Hermes.
"But us women need to stick together against you lesser men," argued Artemis.
"Sis, you're the only virgin in the room," pointed out Apollo.
"Athena is too," Aphrodite stated sadly.
"No, she's been mind-fucked," argued Dionysus.
"You would know," said Poseidon childishly.
"How else would she have kids, idiot?" asked Zeus.
"Well at least she gets it in some way," said Hera pointedly.
"Nobody cares about whiny gods like you," stated Hades.
"Like you should talk!" exclaimed Hephaestus.
"Shut up, cripple!" yelled Ares.
The wind spirit, who had been standing around helplessly the whole time, tried clearing his throat to get their attention, but to no avail. He tried a few more times, and even tried addressing the group, but none of the gods or goddesses acknowledged him. Finally, he clambered atop Zeus' throne and whistled loudly, and succeeded in getting their attention. Some of them looked at him as if they were about to slaughter him, and the wind spirit turned a light shade of red. "Umm... well... I think your lordships should stop arguing and try to figure out the prophecy," he said meekly. Grudging acceptance was heard throughout the room and the gods and goddesses returned their seats upon their thrones, and began to contemplate the Prophecy of the Chosen One.
****14 years ago****
Athena opened the doors to Zeus' private business room, and walked over to where the king of the gods was standing. "Father, you wanted to see me?"
"How long has it been since the Prophecy of the Chosen One was issued?"
"Five years, two months, and thirteen days; why, Father?"
"For five years, two months, and thirteen days, the Titans have been growing stronger as our heroes grow fewer and lesser in skill due to the lack of monster attacks and the increase of demigods leading regular lives. Soon, I fear our forces will not be strong enough to defeat them, and Olympus will fall."
"Yes, I have seen the same issue happening, but Father, what should we do about it?"
"We must find out if the prophecy has begun."
"Then we must visit the Oracle of Camp Half-Blood, Rachel Elizabeth Dare."
"You go, seek her out, find her, and learn whether the Prophecy of the Chosen One has started," commanded Zeus.
"There's no need for that; I can tell you the answer right now," said Apollo, appearing from the shadows, "Plus, you won't find her there anyway; she's run off with that son of Hephaestus, Leo Valdez, to have a mortal life. They've completely dropped off the grid."
Zeus and Athena jumped, "How long have you been here?"
"Since I heard my Oracle's name mentioned."
"Oh, so...?" asked Zeus.
"So what?" questioned Apollo; then after a short pause he added, "I'm still a rock star, got my rock moves, I don't need you, and guess what, I'm having more fun, now that we're done-"
"Apollo!" scolded Athena, "Has the prophecy started?"
"That news is, like, so five years ago," he said, imitating Aphrodite's voice.
"What! You never told anyone that it started!" screeched Athena.
"I distinctly remember telling someone... hmm... who was it... oh, I told Artemis."
"And you didn't think to tell anyone else these past five years?"
"I forgot."
"Of course you did."
Zeus, who had been quietly thinking throughout their conversation, finally asked, "How would we go about creating the gods' twins?"
"In the context of the prophecy, I believe it is talking about twin children of the gods, and not twins of the gods, so I would suggest getting all of the Olympian gods and goddesses, even the minor ones, together and somehow create twin children," stated Apollo.
"Who would become impregnated with the children then?" asked Zeus.
Apollo shrugged, but a light bulb seemingly went off in Athena's head as she brightened, then said, I have an idea; all of the gods and goddesses, major and minor, would get together and combine essences of their powers into two orbs of life force and then take the two orbs and place them inside of the womb of an already pregnant woman, thus causing the baby to be one of the 'gods' twins'. Then, we would have both women give birth on the same day at the same time, fully creating the idea of twins, only by different human parents."
"Who would the parents be?" asked Apollo.
"The parents of the prospectively two greatest demigods ever should be the two greatest demigod couples at this point in time," stated Zeus, "which, in my opinion, would be my son, Jason, and his wife Piper, and Percy and Annabeth. Do either of you disagree?"
"No, I think that's exactly what we should do," said Apollo.
"This is a dangerous decision, for as the children would be the most powerful demigods ever, if one, or both, of them was to turn evil, we would be in an even worse situation than we are now. But if we keep a careful watch over them and teach them ourselves in the ways of good, we should be able to avoid that problem. Therefore, I do agree that it is the wisest choice," concluded Athena.
"Then let us go announce our decision," said Zeus.
"You two go ahead; I have some business to take care of first," Apollo said as he exited out of Zeus' private room from the other side than Zeus and Athena. Morphing into a common wind spirit messenger, Apollo sped through Olympus unnoticed as he made his way to his secret childhood hiding spot. Coming close to his magical tree house, Apollo noticed an aura sitting idly by the tree. Not wanting to give away his identity, Apollo used his secret greeting, "Excuse me, would you happen to know where I might be able to find Lord Zeus?"
"Have you tried your mother's bed?" the aura correctly replied back.
Apollo continued, "Would that not, then, be the same place as your mother's bed?"
"Only if you are indeed my sunshine."
"I may be, but only if you are the inconstant moon spoketh of by Sir Romeo and his Juliet."
"I may be too, so no adieu?"
"Nay, my lady; now let us converse more in private, " said Apollo, using his powers to reveal a secret ladder leading up into invisible air above the tree. "Sisters first?" he said, motioned her forward.
The two climbed up and entered the invisible treehouse, and they themselves became invisible too.
Once safely in the treehouse, both revoked their guises to reveal what they had both already known, twin siblings.
"Apollo, Dominic has run away; his father tried to stop him, but a mortal cannot stop a demigod, especially one as powerful as Dominic. I did place a blessing on him, though, to keep him safe because he is only four years old."
"Don't worry, I'll send messengers to secretly check up on him frequently."
"Thank you; he means so much to me. How many other powerful children have been born?"
Apollo shifted nervously, "Well, it seems like I may have forgotten to tell everyone, except for you, when the prophecy started, so everyone else is... kinda... finding out right now."
"What!"
"Umm... yeah..."
"You're telling me that I started five years before everyone else. Once people find out, it will ruin my reputation!"
"Then don't tell anyone; let's just keep it between you and me... and his father."
"But if I don't then I will be forced to do it again when everybody else does."
"Then just do that and leave Dominic as a lone wanderer, and no one will ever find out about him, so you will still have your reputation," reasoned Apollo.
Artemis reasoned for a few moments and then conceded, "Fine, but if you ever tell anyone what happened, then I swear, brother, that I will kick your ass, which you know I can, all the way to Tartarus."
Apollo chuckled and agreed, "I swear on the River Styx that I will never tell anyone about Dominic, unless by your permission, or so help me you will kick me to Tartarus."
Artemis nodded, satisfied with his answer.
"Come on, sis, we should go join the others for Zeus' announcement."
Both deities morphed back to their guises, and departed separately from Apollo's tree house. Once they had each traveled a suitable distance, Apollo and Artemis changed back to their normal godly selves and went to the emergency assembly of the gods called by Zeus. Having come late, they had missed the first part of the meeting and had come in just as Zeus was saying, "The prophecy requires that every god... or goddess... must have an affair with a mortal. In doing so, you must give enough power to the child in order to make them the strongest and most powerful demigod you have ever created. Following this, all gods and goddesses, major and minor, will join their powers together to create two orbs of extreme power, which we will then place in two pregnant women demigods, Piper Grace and Annabeth Jackson. These two demigods will then give birth to the two most powerful demigod 'twins' that have ever existed, one Greek and one Roman. These measures are to be taken in order to protect against the growing Titan force and combat the decreasing number of skilled demigods at our training camps. There are no exceptions to this command; even virgin goddesses must contribute to the building of this demigod force, but will still be considered virgin afterwards as their affairs will be had for necessity and not lack of chastity. No questions; now everyone get to work creating the most powerful batch of demigods ever."
While some uproar did ensue, the room was quickly emptied of occupants save Artemis and Apollo, who remained behind to talk further. "As for Dominic, retain no contact with him if you wish no one to know of his birthing. I shall keep watch over him for now, and in time, I shall send my daughter Tracie, who I birthed at the early start of the prophecy when you birthed Dominic, to retrieve him and bring him to Percy Jackson as an adopted son. All shall work itself out in due time, sister; do not fret," comforted Apollo.
"Thank you, brother." And with that, the room was empty.