A/N: Hey guys, this is my new story. It's set in the time period of the birth of the original Olympians and the pairing will be PercyXHestiaXArtemis. I apologize to those who do not want a pairing with more than two people, but this was the results of my poll, so I'm not going to be changing it. Well, I hope you guys enjoy!
P.S: Forgive me if I screw up some of the Greek mythology on the birth of the original gods. Not exactly sure how it happened, so I'm just going off my limited knowledge.
Many people believe that there were only six original Olympians, yet so many people do not know the truth. On that day, there were actually seven children born out of the Titan of Motherhood, Rhea: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter, Hestia, and... Perseus. Each of the gods was swallowed whole by their father, the Titan of Time, Kronus because he was scared of being dethroned by one of his children. All except Zeus and Perseus.
Rhea had Perseus and Zeus as twins, the last to be born into the world. Scared that her husband would swallow the two children, she stowed them away and replaced them with rocks, which Kronus, who was still paranoid, consumed.
In hopes that her two twins would be able to overthrow her corrupt husband, Rhea sent them away to grow up and train, away from their father.
Zeus and Perseus were immediately close siblings and one could say that they were joined by the hip. Wherever one went, you could find the other close by. Whenever one was injured, the other was quick to defend them in order to save the other from more harm. They were inseparable, to say the least. Each grew extremely proficient with a large range of weapons and were able to defeat anybody who dared challenge them. They trained every day, sparring with each other until they both dropped.
They enjoyed their life in the mortal world, but in the back of their minds, they knew that the day was growing near. The day where they would reclaim their siblings and save them from their vile father. They knew that the moment they made the decision to travel back to their birthplace, their lives would change drastically. And so they pushed any thoughts of that impending day out of their heads and focused on their life in the mortal world.
Yet, every day, something in the back of their minds yearned to go back and confront their father once again. Eventually, they made a mutual decision to go back.
As they stepped foot in their original birthplace for the first time in many years, they both accepted the fact that they would either die together, or they would defeat their father.
The two twins found their father and drew their weapons menacingly. Kronus spotted them out of the corner of his eye and recognized that they were a threat, sensing something off about the two godlings.
Kronus fought valiantly and almost managed to defeat the two brothers, but alas, their fighting prowess was far too much for him to handle for a long period of time, especially with five children and two rocks sitting in the bottom of his gut.
Perseus and Zeus watched with little remorse and their father's body fell to the ground, his head rolling away from the mess of blood and bones. Perseus looked to his brother and nodded encouragingly. Nodding back, Zeus strode confidently up to their father's body and slashed his stomach with his sword.
Seven blobs of blood tumbled out of their father's stomach, but only five of them started to move. As Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter, Hestia stood from their fetal positions, the turned and saw Zeus standing there with his sword and immediately assumed that he was the one responsible for freeing them, completely disregarding Perseus, who stood back, watching his siblings reunited with their brother.
Although he was saddened by the fact they hadn't even acknowledge him, he was glad for his brother, whom he still loved very much.
Only one goddess of the five others seemed to notice the saddened god standing back away from his twin, but shook her head and turned back to the celebration for Zeus. Perseus noticed this and became even more brokenhearted. Even Hestia had not even considered the fact that her brother's twin had been part of this great feat.
After the great skirmish with his Father, Zeus and the rest of the newly dubbed "Olympians" gathered in the old throne room of their father. The vote had been unanimous that Zeus should take the throne and rule as king of the gods. The five eldest siblings had voted for Zeus as a sign of gratitude and respect for their brother, while Perseus had voted for his twin just because he loved him to death. He knew that later down the road this may cause problems, as he found that his brother let power get to his head, but he was too happy for his brother to care.
In the corner of his eye, Zeus noticed a figure standing away from the rest of his family and something in his mind told him that he was forgetting something, but he shook it off as nothing. Now was a time to celebrate, not a time to worry about something so petty.
Each god was also given their titles and domains. Zeus became the god of thunder, Poseidon became the master of water, and the king of horses, Hades became the god of the underworld, Demeter became the goddess of agriculture and harvest, Hestia became the goddess of family, the Hearth, and home, and Hera became the goddess of marriage. Perseus did not receive domains.
Zeus decided that he would marry his own sister, much to the disgust of his twin, but still, he chose to remain silent. As the gods took their places on the Council of the Olympians, Perseus stood in the shadows, watching helplessly as his family abandoned all thoughts of their brother.
(End of Chapter 1)
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but it's the beginning of a new story and I need to establish the background of this story before anything else happens. Tell me how you guys like it so far. As always, I'll be responding to new reviews in every new chapter! Thanks for reading!
P.S: New chapter might not be out in a week. I'll probably have it out in a couple of weeks, maybe earlier, but we'll have to see.