Percy Jackson, Son of Hera:
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1) Unknown Author, wiki/List_of_psychic_abilities, Modified last on 16th July 2013, Accessed on 20th July 2013
2) Unknown Author, 2008/01/06/list-of-metaphysical-and-psionic-abilit ies/, Unknown Publish Date, Accessed 20th July 2013
(14 years ago)
Olympus. Most mortal beings would consider this heaven. It was crafted by Athena and Hephaestus. The goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy and the god of the Forge and Fire. Marble. Olympic Marble. Most of Olympus was carved with this. The golden and brown swirls, patterned and outline with gold, on a cool white background, carved and used as the building blocks. But the Throne Room was the most extravagant and breathtaking part of what mortals would consider heaven. Twelve seats in a semicircle pulsed and hummed with more power than an atom bomb. Each seat had a design of the immortal that sat upon them, the middle seat had lightning carved designs in the seat, the arm rest end, rounded like clouds. The seat of Zeus. The god of the Sky. The Throne Room was normally mostly empty, a single hearth flame burning in the middle of the room by Hestia, the forgotten goddess; but not today.
Normally the gods were only seen during the Summer and Winter Solstice, but today the Queen of Heaven sat on her throne fuming. Power radiating off her in waves, angry, hating. Her husband, King of the gods, had once again gone and done what mortals would call "knocking-up" a woman. hatred coursed through her. As the goddess of Marriage, she was suppose to be "faithful" to her husband whilst he went up "knocking-up" woman, left, right and center. Hera, Queen of the gods, was angry. Everyone knew it, everyone hated her for it. She wanted a perfect family, yet she destroyed everything for it. She threw Hephaestus of Olympus because he didn't look good enough for her liking. She wanted absolute power. She wanted everything to be her way. Not Zeus's. Not the councils. She wanted everything her way. She was the Queen after all, wasn't she? She was suppose to be fed, nurtured, taken orders from like the queens of the insect world. But was she? No. She was despised, hated. She growled in the empty room. She will get the respect she desired, the respect she deserved. But first she needed to focus on the upcoming problem. Her stupid husband had a Greek daughter, and a Roman son. Not only was this a big breach to the Laws of Olympus, placed down at the Fall of Greece and the Rise of Rome; but he had two children. Two children possible to Great Prophecy looming over their heads. She grimaced. Children of Zeus were power hungry. That was their fatal flaw. A constant, subconscious lust for power. But none of this would happen if they only didn't make demigod childrens like candy. Her form flickered. Her cool cotton robes morphing into a goat fur coat and clothing. She was no longer Hera, but Juno. The one who wants; patron of Rome. But what no one knows, only her, she had one domain that overruled nearly everything; the domain of Psychic power. Juno placed both her hands on her head, fingers splayed out and touching various needed points on her head. She closed her pulsing orange eyes, stretching her senses out, and finding Jason. The new son of Jupiter. Her faced morphed, stern. She stood up, and flashed away.
It must have been a sight behold. A single woman in a fur coat jacket and clothing, walking in the torrential rain as it roared down. The goat fur coat staying still in the whipping wind as they roared around her, yet she was still and not wet. Mortal, Immortal. It did not matter. They would see nothing as Juno wove an invisible Psionic Shield. The wind and rain pattered against it, not even touching. She looked at the house. Where Zeus and Jupiter had given two children. She snarled against the wind, she would castrate that pig of a man. Sure his body part would reform eventually. But she would make sure it didn't happen for a century at the least. She felt that anger bubbling underneath, that hatred fuming like a fire. It roared in her ears, she was angry. No she wasn't angry, she was enraged in fury. She could feel the wind and rain now whipping away from her, the Psychic power emanating from her going wild. She instantly disappeared, reappearing at the door of the house, just as her Psionic Shield disappeared, but she did not flash there. She used something within her domain. She used Apportation, she looked at the door her eyes glowed and pulsed with an eerie orange glow. Instantly she extended her senses but again not using her godly power but Psionic power. Dowsing, that was what it was called, she could sense every object, the wooden table with a vase on it, next to the door. She could sense the the corridor that led straight down into a stairway, twin white arches in the wall to her right would bring her into the living room. Warm, brown, fuzzy carpet with a red curtain hanging like a blood soaked cloth behind the black plasma TV. She could sense the little girl on the couch, she growled, she could not use two powers as once. For her it was impossible; she hadn't trained enough in this power. It was too risky for her plans. That had to be the Daughter of Zeus. She snarled, stupid Greek Zeus children, she was not here for that worthless girl. She was about to stretch her senses out even further, when suddenly she could feel it. A little boy, no more than six months of age in a womans arms. She knew what she had to do. Juno was about to retract her Dowsing senses when suddenly it hit her. The woman. This vile whore of a woman. Was a Psionic Wielder. A Psychic. She growled. All Psychic's should be under her control. It was one domain that was for her and her alone. The problem was that the chances of having a demigod that had Psionic capabilities was that it was a one in a quadrillion chance. Or a hundred percentage chance if it was from her Roman form. But she would not be like the rest of the gods. She would not be tainted. The woman holding the baby snapped her head towards the door, her eyes widening. Juno cursed, the woman knew she was here. She could see the woman passing the baby boy, the Son of Jupiter, to the Daughter of Zeus. Juno retracted Dowsing and prepared the Psionic Power of telekinesis. Immediately Juno rose a shield just as the woman blew the door at her.
The door shattered into a million pieces as it crashed against a telekinetic shield that she rose, the basic Psionic Shield would not work here. This woman was more powerful in the Psionic side of things, and she could not change to her godly form or powers in fear of not only harming the boy, but also because that would take time. She did not have time. She snarled at the woman, for being more powerful than her Psionically and for having twin children of the King of the gods. She threw out a force wave of telekinetic energy, the woman just rose her hands in an X-formation and created a self barrier of Psionic Energy. Suddenly the woman changed Psionic Form, immediately the vase caught on fire, then the fire flew towards her. Juno snarled again, raising another telekinetic shield to protect herself. She could not change form that quickly, if she tried she would leave a five second opening, enough for this woman to hurt her badly. True that whilst she was a goddess and this was just a mere mortal. The Psionic power that rolled of her was immense. If they graded her in the way of immortal power, she would be that of an Olympian Council god. Juno dodge to the left as a jet of fire blew past her, only for her to stumble forwards and scream as the fire hit her. Thankfully she had raised a telekinetic shield to hold herself safe at the last minute, but a bit of the fire had scorched her back. Her goat fur coat was burnt and charred, Juno grimaced as a trickle of Golden Ichor slowly rolled down her burnt back. Juno looked at the woman, and at the vase where the fire was. Immediately she flung out her hand to the vase, before lifting it and flinging it at the woman. The woman just changed form and flung it back at her with even greater force. Juno tried to stop it, reaching out with her telekinesis, only for the vas to keep going. Juno dodge backwards, using telekinesis to enhance her movements. When she straightened up the woman's face was in shock. Juno grinned. Obviously this woman had not figured that out, nor had she learnt about it yet. Juno formed a telekinetic knife, forcing her telekinesis power into the shape of a knife; a Psionic, or Psi, blade. A week one, true, but none a less a blade made of Psionic telekinetic power. A sudden green glow appeared from inside her hand, before a short grey knife like shape appeared in her hand. Juno grinned maniacally at the woman who looked at her, still in shock. Immediately, trying to take advantage of it whilst she could, her movements were a blur, moving fast enough that the all the woman saw was an image of this other women in a goat fur coat, dashing at her in a blur, before she gasped, she looked down. The grey blade was had all but disappeared as its entire length sunk into the woman's body. The woman opened her mouth, only for blood to spill out of it, before Juno threw her off the blade. The womans body made a muffled thump sound as she fell on the corridor in her house. Juno knew that the woman wasn't dead. But death was too easy escape for her. No. Juno knew her life. If she went to the underworld now she would be given into Elysian Fields. She snarled, getting on her knees in the woman's blood, her form changed again. Juno channeled Energy Medicine from her Psionic domain, healing the wound. She then used telepathy to change the woman's memories, she changed how this woman felt towards her children. How she would now blame everything on Greek demigod, saying everything was her fault. Saying that her brother had died. Juno got up, she looked at the girl, grinning. The demigod of Zeus, cringed into a tighter ball on the carpet. Juno would leave her with her memories intact. Let her life be living hell for being a daughter of her husband. Juno walked to where the boy was behind her, pushing aside Thalia with telekinesis and grabbing the boy by the head, her fingers like a claw machine around the head of a doll. Her eyes pulsed orange as she forced the boys eyes to close, and she disappeared using Apportation. Leaving the demigod of Zeus alive, leaving her in what would soon be, torturing hell.
The forest was dark in the night, looming shadows everywhere. Like a fingers of Hades. Waiting. Watching. Juno stood there, the baby boy, Son of Jupiter, forced asleep. Hovering in mid air.
"Lupa." Juno called into the forest, "Will you deny the summon of your Queen?" the voice of Juno snarled like those gnarled trees around her.
"No my Queen." a voice said, a giant black wolf stalking around the Queen of Olympus. Imperial Gold claws hidden in the darkness, pulsing yellow eyes looked back at Juno from within the shadows.
"Bow." she growled, menacingly.
"Yes your Majesty." Lupa, the Mother of Rome, said, bowing down on her front paws, snout lying flat on the ground before the Queen of Olympus.
"Do you see this child?" Juno asked, looking down at the kneeling figure of Lupa. The child still hovering in front of her.
"Yes your Majesty." Lupa replied, respectively.
"Take him. He is a Son of Jupiter. He will be my Champion." Juno said, turning around, her back facing the wolf.
"Yes your Majesty." Lupa replied, again, meekly.
"And Lupa." Juno said, turning her head to his shoulder, "He is to be your champion."
"Yes your Majesty." Lupa choked out, her calm facade slipping a little.
" I want him to be powerful. More powerful than anything ever seen." she said, thoughtfully, "You will train him and make him the best. You will not fail me. Do I make myself clear?" Juno hissed.
"Yes your Majesty." Lupa said, dipping deeper into the bow.
"Get out of my sight." Juno snarled, before the baby was flung towards Lupa. Who once did not even think about the strange hovering of the baby. Juno disappeared. Her form re-appearing and flickering within the Throne Room of Olympus. She sat heavily in her throne, sighing. She was about to flash away when suddenly the Door to the Throne Room exploded open. The male gods stumbled in, laughing, cheering, shouting. All of them. Drunk. Hera sneered. Disgusting vermins. But then again it was in this state that they produced the most entertainment. Hera crossed her legs as she used Apportation to create a glass of champagne. She held it, the liquid swirling around in the wine glass. The light golden liquid sparkled as it swished around. Hera took a sip. Her eyes closed as the blissful taste flooded her mouth, touching every inch of her tongue. The flavor exploding inside her mouth, like a bomb. Hera let out a soft moan as pleasure from the flavor flooded her. Hera was so occupied with the flavor, so occupied with pleasure with her eyes closed that she didn't see Dionysus slip three spiking pills into her champagne. Normally one was enough to make a whole group drunk but what made this worse was that these pills were influence pills; once the person was drunk, the next major word they hear was a command. Hera finally opened her eyes. Her mind wandering back as she took another sip of her champagne. Her thoughts floated to the idea of Psionic powers, one of her ever growing domains. She remembered the history that Rhea had thought her. No one else knew, or no else that she knew of knew, who they really were.
The Primordials. Most believed that Chaos, the first Primordial, created the universe, creating life and everything, the very reality as we know it. But that was wrong. There were no such Primordial beings which created the world. Instead they were mortals. One village, isolated from the rest, had begun to develop powerful Psionic capabilities. Particularly one family know was the Starting Ones. It was said that their Psionic abilities as Psychic's that it seemed like they wielded the very primal forces of nature. They could lift mountains, crush valleys, cause the sea to rise and cause the sky to fall. All as it was in chaos. He was the first who found out about their specialities. He had instantly gone off, separating himself from the village to go and practice his new founded powers. It was said that he was the most powerful Psychic to walk on this Earth. It was said that his Psychic abilities were so powerful that he could sense if meteors were passing Earth, and he could rip it down from space. It was said that his powers as a Psychic powers were so powerful that he could literally bend space and time to his will. Time. Space. Gravity. Nothing was beyond his power. However even though he learnt all of this in secret, his brother eventually found out. Unknown to him, his younger brother had also learnt about his Psionic abilities and had become extremely powerful in Telekinesis and Electrokinesis. True that whilst the younger brother could flatten entire plains with the air, or destroy entire mountains with a single bolt of lightning, he could not match up to his older brother. Eventually they got tired of it just being the two of them so they searched from within their village. They found another ten Psychics who were on the same power level as the younger brother. They fled. They waited a hundred years before coming back, now most would think they would be dead after a hundred thousand years. But aging was something that had been stopped. Using a Psychic power they discovered called Vitakinesis, they were forever undying. It became second nature for it to remain constantly there, if given a death blow their Vitakinesis would split them up into what is called essence and then reformed when fully healed. Vitakinesis was using the power of the mind to heal both physically and mentally. It became a second nature to them. Constantly there, constantly on. But when they came back, they came back as gods and saviors. The village had shifted to a nearby mountain. One day the mountain face just slid down, the town had Psychic's of their own, weak ones but Psychic's none aless, and they had weakened the mountain face through the using of their Psychic abilities nearby it. When these immensely powerful Psychic's returned they returned to find the entire village collapsed under a rock fall, everyone dead, every building flatten. But then the Psychic whose speciality lied in time, rewound it. They appeared right in the middle of the village as the mountain fell, immediately they all unleashed their Psionic powers. Stopping the rock fall and saving the lives of everyone in the village. These villagers then began to worship them as gods. But they didn't want to be known as gods, no they wanted to be known as something different. They called themselves the Primordial. And Chaos was leading them.
Hera took a sip of her champagne, she felt a bit topsy.
Soon they had their children, the Titans. They did not teach the Titans about how they were not gods but just Psychic's. However one Titan was taught, Rhea. Gaea, as what the woman whose Psionic powers lied strongest within the earth; Terrakinesis. Rhea then left notebooks, volumes of them, upon the subject of Psionic and Psychic abilities and their powers. Hera then read every single one of those books. Draining the knowledge and power of understanding. And when she did that, she became stronger. She wielded it through knowledge and understanding. It wasn't until when Rome rose to power, and Greece fell, that the fates came to her and "blessed" her, unlocking her Psychic abilities to their fullest potential and letting it become her domain. Now a large question that many people would ask is that if gods and Titans are these powerful Psychics; why can't they control each other's domain. The reason for that lies back with the Primordials. When they found what they were good at controlling, they stuck to it, improving it, making themselves more powerful in that area. But as they left those other area's alone, their children then got that trait. Only being able to control one sense of their domain, or however many domains they were given by what they began to call the Fates, children of Anankne. These children's Psychic power lay in the domain of telepathy. What they showed to be the life strings of people were just merely a mental and telepathic string which where they draw upon the possibilities for that person in their life and predict an ending. So far every line has been accurate. They also taught the Titans how to "flash" from one place to another, however this was the basic levels, not the finer levels of Self-Apportation.
Hera gulped down half of the wine glass, her head was spinning now.
Then they had the gods. Children Spawn of the Titans. None of them, like their parents, knew anything about the true reason behind their ability to control their domains. However one question that would always boggle Hera was the monster problem. When Primordials came to power, they made one mistake. When they began to control their Psychic powers, they still felt fear and because their Psychic powers were so immense, these fears began to take a physical form. These "monsters" were fear given form, they could hurt mortals and Psychic, or immortals or godly, beings. And whilst these things were monsters made through telepathy of the Primordials combined, what people perceived as reality would normally become reality. The mind was a powerful thing. Mortals in Ancient Greece had no mist to keep them apart from the gods, they saw these monsters as they were, a mental telepathically projection of fear. They saw that those blades seemed real, so to them it became real. Those teeth seem to be able to cut through skin, so they could cut through skin. Because everyone could see them, they also saw the "wounds" inflicted by these monsters. But mortal weapons could not hurt these monsters. No. A blade had to be charged Psionically for it to hurt these monsters. That was exactly what Celestial Bronze and Imperial Gold is, metal which had been around Psionic and Psychic powers for so long that those powers fused with these metals, creating and giving them the power to kill those "monsters". Demigods were pretty to understand, children of Immortal Psychic's who then passed that gene of control to those half mortal half Psychic god children. However they were not Psychics. That was the part that baffled her, she could not sense anything within those demigods. No spark of Psychic power. If they had, she could control ,wield them, to her own advantage. They could give her the respect she deserved.
Hera drank the whole cup. Immediately she felt something wrong, and for some reason her ears caught the word, sex. Those males gods were talking about how they had gone, as mortals would call, banging woman up. She felt disgusted, yet at the same time she felt compelled. She shook her head, trying to clear away that feeling. It didn't leave. She struggled, she would not. She felt an urge flowing within her veins. She wanted it.
"No!" she screamed, the males gods ignored her, too drunk to even care, before flashing out.
However because of her state, she could not concentrate enough and her form slammed into a pub in New York. Her body slumped down against the ground. The next morning she awoke the park, five blocks away from the pub. She couldn't even remember what happen, her head was pounding, senses disorientated. All she had were images and brief memories. A mans face. Hands. Food. Clothing. More men. Walking. Laughing. Joking. Drinking more. Form flickering between Greek and Rome. Changing men groups, meeting with other girls. Then blank. She immediately screamed, her eyes widening, senses clearing. Those men had taken advantage of her. One of the male gods on Olympus must have drugged her drink. She had gotten so drunk after drinking that champagne that she had blacked out in New York. She screamed again. She had been raped. She could feel the baby already, growing at the godly speed. She raged at the world, her Psychic powers lashing out around her. Immediately she tried to focus the power inwards, to kill the baby. Only for the power to immediately rebut, slamming into her. The rebounded power drained her, it took her Psychic power, draining her of her energy, her memories, her experiences, she screamed again. It hurt. It felt like lava. Like magma being poured into her veins. Suddenly her stomach bursted open, she screamed once more before falling into the dark realm of unconsciousness. The last memory it had taken rising into her mind before her falling, Perseus.
Well there you have it, first chapter of the new story. This may be a triology or not, (maybe more) depending on how I feel. Hope you guys liked it and enjoyed it.
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