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"Where is my Lightning bolt?" Zeus yelled at the top of his voice. Dead silence greeted him. You could have heard a pin drop. He rounded on Apollo.
"Can you see where the bolt will be?"
Apollo shook his head, being serious for once. "That piece of future is closed to me, I will be able to see it only when a prophecy is issued. Even then, I won't be able to tell you specifics until it actually happens."
Zeus growled, an animalistic sound of fury. He turned to face his brothers.
"If either of you have taken my weapon, brothers," he spat the word. "I will rip you apart."
They both started talking at once.
"You dare accuse me of thievery, Zeus?" Hades demanded. "I would not take your weapon and jeopardize what little time I am still allowed on Olympus-"
"Have you forgotten that gods are forbidden from stealing each other's symbol of power, brother?" Poseidon said, eyes flashing. "I am incapable of-"
"You are incapable of being the thief." Zeus cut off Hades and addressed Poseidon. "But that brat of yours isn't."
Dead silence followed that statement as half the council turned to look at Poseidon accusingly. Poseidon himself took a deep breath and met Zeus's stormy gaze.
"If you touch him, brother." Poseidon began, a promise of violence in his voice. "If you harm a hair on his head then I will rage such a war on you as has not been seen since we finally overthrow the titans and banished our father to Tartarus."
"I know you got your brat to steal it for you-" Zeus began.
"I did no such thing." Poseidon interrupted.
"And I demand that he return it by the summer solstice, or there will be war."
"And I demand an apology for calling me and my son thieves by the same date." Poseidon fired back.
"You'll get no such apology until you give me my lightning bolt back-" Zeus tirade was cut off when a bright light filled the throne room. When the light faded, the three fates were standing there.
Zeus sat down on his throne. "Fates." He greeted cordially. "What is your purpose for being here today?"
"We are here about your future." The fates spoke creepily. "Meet the greatest hero of this age." They stepped to the side to reveal two males. They were both very similar sharing hair colour down to the streak of grey, eye colour and features. The older of the two was perhaps an inch taller and a little thinner, more haggard.
The younger one stepped forward. "Perseus Jackson son of Poseidon, subject of the great prophecy, finder of the master bolt, finder of the helm of darkness, sailor of the sea of monsters, finder of the golden fleece, bearer of the sky, wanderer of the labyrinth, defeater of Kronos and saviour of Olympus."
The Olympians gaped at the young hero. "So the prophecy that made Zeus, Poseidon and Hades swear not to have any more children has played out then?" Apollo asked tentatively.
Percy nodded.
"And Olympus was saved?" He nodded again.
"Yes!" Apollo grinned. "We still exist!"
Zeus turned his attention to the older of the two. "Who are you?" He asked dangerously.
"Him." He pointed to Percy. "Just four years older."
"Titles?" Athena asked. The older Percy looked at her and flinched slightly. "Same as him, as well as a member of the Seven and Hero of Olympus, plus a bunch of other stuff I can't be bothered to remember right now."
Poseidon looked at the older version of his son in concern. Nothing he had done seemed odd or out of place with him, but he could feel Percy's unhappiness and restlessness in the sea inside him, and knew that he was troubled.
"How old are the two of you?" Zeus asked. "Sixteen." The younger one said. "Twenty." The older one answered.
"We're going to need to call you different things, otherwise we won't be able to tell who is talking to who." Athena commented. "What if we call the younger one Percy and the other one Perseus?"
Both of them shrugged. "Sounds good to me." Percy said.
"That's all very well and good, but why have you brought them here?" Hades asked the fates.
"Because we wish you to see the future so you can properly understand the price of war." The fates answered. "We have brought you ten books. The first five are centred on Percy Jackson and the first great prophecy, the second five are centred on the Seven of the second great prophecy, including Perseus Jackson. We have stopped time outside this room. You will not be able to leave until you have finished. That will be all."
A pile of books landed on Athena's lap, and the fates flashed out. Silence ruled the room for a moment, until Athena broke it. "Shall we read, then?" She asked brightly. Zeus sighed and slumped into his throne. "Very well. What is the first book called?" Athena checked quickly.
"Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, and the first chapter is, I accidentally vaporise my pre-algebra teacher." She read.
"The lightning thief? Did you give me back my bolt?" Zeus demanded eagerly. Perseus rolled his eyes. "Did you listen to Percy's titles at all? Finder of the master bolt. We didn't steal it, we went and found it and got it back for you."
"Oh." Zeus sat back, then turned to Poseidon and cleared his throat awkwardly. "It appears I owe you an apology, brother." He said quietly.
"It appears you do." Poseidon agreed neutrally. "Sorry." Zeus mumbled. Poseidon raised his eyebrow but let it go. He wanted to read the books and find out more about his son, and the time it would take to wrangle a full apology from Zeus wasn't worth it.
Meanwhile, Athena had been thinking away, going back through the titles that Percy listed, trying to gather any information possible out of it. Her eyes widened. "Finder of the helm of darkness!" She burst out.
"Sorry?" Hades asked sharply.
Athena looked at Percy. "When you said what you'd done, you said you were the finder of the helm of darkness. Was that stolen too?"
Percy nodded, and every eye turned to Hades, who shifted under the attention.
"Was your helm stolen too, brother?" Poseidon asked. Hades nodded.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Athena asked. Hades didn't reply.
"Isn't it obvious?" Perseus asked. "He didn't believe you would do anything about it, and in addition his realm might come under attack because of it."
"Do you truly feel that way, Uncle?" Hermes asked. Being the Messenger god he was quite often in and out of the underworld and was on good terms with the lord of the dead. Hades nodded again, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.
Zeus sat dumbly for a second before clearing his throat and speaking to Athena. "Why don't you read the first chapter, daughter?" She nodded and began reading.
So, this is the first chapter of another story. I know this is a well-done I done idea, but it was irritating me that I couldn't find a single - and I mean not one - Fanfiction like this that had been finished.
Till next time, my readers, Shib. :)