Hi : ) so I got this idea because in the first book, you hear about kids "making it" to camp, and when Annabeth first talks to Percy, you get a rather harsh image of the gods. Not every kid can be as awesome as Percy, most of them have to be pretty average. And those kids probably die. Sorry I just feel like this is what would happen to most of the gods, and could explain why they are somewhat cautious making friends with thier kids.
Oh in case you were wondering, I own nothing. even the candy I just ate :P.
He didn't even feel it. One minute his eyes were closed and he was counting to ten, playing that stupid game, and then he was in the underworld. He didn't have time to be scared. The child of a young college student who should have paid more attention, he was eaten by a monster before he turned six. Bewildered, he followed his father, whom he'd never met before, to the place he would spend the rest of eternity.
'He was never in pain', Hermes tried to tell himself, over and over. The same couldn't be said about the other child he lost that day.
Penny was 12. She didn't die from any monster, unless you counted those morons she hung out with. They smoked and drank, and while they hadn't convinced Penny to try either, they persuaded her to come to their parties. When the only sober person in the car was a 12 year old, the chances of avoiding a crash were slim. Penny died in the hospital an hour after the crash. He could do nothing but hold her hand, and then guide her down to her great-uncles realm.
"That's tough, Hermes."
The messenger god turned to see Apollo, god of music.
"It's tough," Apollo continued, "to lose two in one day."
Hermes couldn't think of anything he wanted to say, so he said nothing. He was touched though, Apollo found depressing or uncomfortable things difficult. They were so contradictory to his cheerful nature; he usually tried to ignore them entirely. That he would try to comfort Hermes was rather brave of him, he could certainly sympathize. All of the gods could, except for the Hera and perhaps Artemis, although the latter sometimes lost a hunter. She had never lost a child. The number of children they had lost was innumerable. Only a talented, lucky few made it to the Greek camp, and even fewer made it to adulthood.
Apollo sat down and offered Hermes a bit of ambrosia. He chewed his lip, and then added, "at least, you know, we have the other ones. And Chiron better train those kids well, that's all I've got to say."
"Yeah," Hermes finally answered, "we still have the others." The question was, how long would those kids last, and how hurt would he allow himself to be by their deaths?
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Review, if you please : ). I'm sorry it's short... As always, I hope that you are and will be blessed by the one true God.