The Ultimate Prophecy.
A Percy Jackson and the Olympians Fic.
A/N: Re-Vamp of the first chapter. Luke is 17, Percy, Travis and Annabeth are 16 and Asteria and Connor are 15.
Asteria Chambers walked in her arm held in a firm grasp by Alecto, whilst the Big Three turned their heads to see who had intruded upon the meeting of the eldest gods.
'Alecto.' asked Hades. 'What is the meaning of this?'
'Master, I was strolling in the region of Maine and I smelt part god - I know you do not appreciate interruptions to your meetings, but this girl isn't just demi-god.'
'Could it be?' asked Hestia brain working overtime.
'Yes it is.' said Hades. 'This is the Metacrisis, who's birth was prophesied about aeons ago by the Great Titaness Phoebe when she held the Oracle of Delphi.'
'What?' she asked, confused at the situation.
'You are the Metacrisis. You can control the sky, sea and the dead. You are very powerful, perhaps more than some of the minor gods. You are three-quarter god and quarter human and you bear the curse of Achilles.' explained Zeus.
'I'm not a freak!' Asteria said, exasperated.
'I have sent for three demi-gods to take you to Camp Half-Blood.' said Hades, spotting something. 'Use those pearls wisely.'
Asteria took in her surroundings as more gods teleported into the throne room for the Summer Solstice meeting. She had felt the bright presence of newcomers and swivelled around to look at them, immediately being drawn in by the dark haired teen's ever changing green, blue eyes. The girl that stood next to him, with an air of confidence interested her too, but the silent hostility shown towards the tall blond boy sparked something in her brain. She had heard the gods speaking of the lighting thief, and presumed it was the sandy-haired boy who was responsible.
'Dad, why did you call us here?' asked the raven-haired teenager.
'Percy,' So that was his name. 'We called you to explain the situation of the Metacrisis.' said Poseidon. 'This is Asteria. I trust you will take good care of her.'
'Asteria, this is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena and Luke Castellan, son of Hermes.' introduced Zeus.
Asteria knew she should be disgusted at the fact a traitor was in the same room as her, though no one had told her that he happened to be the lighting thief. Luke Castellan intrigued her. It took some guts to steal the most powerful weapon in existence. She studied him, noting the scar was recent, not old. Looking at him she felt a tug in her gut.
Something was pulling the son of Hermes and the Metacrisis together. There was only one explanation – their fates were intertwined.
Luke was alone from the world, save his father who he had briefly seen once. He sat there, next to Percy and Annabeth, pleased for his former best friend's growing attractions to Percy. It was so obvious. Asteria listened to Percy and Annabeth's story about their recent quest, who's suspicions were confirmed about Luke being the lighting thief.
Asteria was the only one who didn't judge him. At least not yet. Luke smirked, it was time to use his smooth talking abilities.