Simply Thinking
This is a simple series of one-shots about what the Olympians are thinking 1000 years after the Battle of Manhattan. There will be a paragraph or two for all the Olympians. Maybe.
Rated: T; for mild language
This might not be the best bunch of one-shots but I'm bored… So; yeah… And my chapter titles suck. c: haha.
Pre-Warning: I kinda switch from 3rd person to 1st person… a lot. So sorry; if that confuses anyone. If you have a problem; I will edit.
This will probably be the Order of the one-shots
Zeus
Hera
Poseidon
Demeter
Hades
Hestia
Hermes
Athena
Apollo
Aphrodite
Hephaestus
Artemis
Ares
Dionysus
And I might do Nemesis in the honor of Ethan~
I hope you like it. :)
Chapter 1 – Zeus; The stress falls in.
Zeus was walking toward the Throne Room. His eyes were narrowed as he stepped into the room. He walked; confidently over to his throne and sat down. He sighed; massaging his head with his head. Being king of the gods was tiring. Having your demigod child die is depressing. Having your immortal child fight is mostly; distressing. Your immortal wife that will never go away; bitching at you every time, she gets the chance. It is quite very-whelming. Zeus closed his eyes and dozed off. Usually; Gods don't sleep and have dreams; only if they want to.
Zeus was on Olympus. He glanced around and frowned. It was in ruins and he could hear cruel, dark laughing. His eyes widen when he realized who it was. KRONOS! His father. No-one has ever of him since… Oh; It all made sense, now. He was in the past 1000 years ago. When Poseidon's child; Percy Jackson was the hero and when his daughter was still alive.
Zeus saw figures running toward the throne room. He flashed closer to see. It was Annabeth Chase; his granddaughter, Grover Underwood; meddling satyr, Percy Jackson; His nephew, and Thalia; his daughter. They all looked tried but had a determine look on their faces. They were crossing right in front of two big statues of Hera and me.
"Watch out!" Grover cried out. I saw Hera's statue start to tumble down; heading toward Percy and Annabeth but Thalia pushed them away at the last moment. There was a lot of dust. I felt panicked; even though I knew she was going to be alright. When the dust cleared; Thalia was lying there with Hera trapping down her legs. The others rushed over; quickly to remove it but it wouldn't budge. It just caused Thalia more pain.
"I survive all those battles," she growled, "And I get defeated by a stupid chuck of rock!"
I chuckled; softly at her comment. It was kind of funny when you thought about it.
"It's Hera!" Annabeth said; she looked pissed off. "She's had it in for me all year. Her statue would've killed me if you hadn't pushed us away"
Thalia cringed; slightly from the pain. "Well; don't just stand there! I'll be fine. Go!"
The demigods and satyr looked doubtful but they glanced toward the Throne Room. I could hear things exploding and a fireball just crashed near my palace walls. I growled; slightly. Stupid Titans and wars.
"We'll be back". Percy promised Thalia.
"I'm not going anywhere". Thalia grumbled. Percy nodded and he took off towards the Throne Room to confront my father. The others; quickly followed him.
Thalia layed her head back and closed her eyes. "Ah… You are one heck of a bitch; Hera". Thalia chuckled at herself under her breath and muttered. "Get here soon; Dad. We need you. I need you... and I love you... Please"
I woke up with a warm smile on my face from one of mortal my daughter's words. I might not have been the best father but Thalia stilled loved me. She didn't show it to anyone and never to me. I can understand my children while enough to know when they hate me or love me. Thalia didn't join the Titans, she stayed on our side. She met my gaze when the council was deciding her and Percy's faith. Her eyes; just like mine; were flashing with an unknown emotion and she wasn't afarid. She was seemed fearless but I could kind of sense that she was truely afarid of me. Well, my opinion... not actually me as a person. She cursed at me on her way to Camp Half-Blood but also prayed for to help her. I did help her as often as I could. I turned her into a tree for her safety. She might have thought differently from that but that was the truth. She lived a great life as a hunter of Artemis and as a demigod. It might have been rough but she survived it all.
I got to my feet and walked out of the Throne Room with a smile still on my face. Thalia was my daughter during the War. She was strong and she was defiantly a fighter. A true daughter of Zeus; a little different from the rest but she held her stance. Never letting anyone hold her down. Not even me…