Introduction
Third Person POV
Zeus sat on his throne, glaring menacingly down at the person who stood before him. The other gods and goddesses shifted restlessly in their thrones. The three old ladies sat with their knitting needles, hastily knitting eyes not leaving the person in the middle of the throne room.
"Lord Zeus…" The sun god started.
"SILENCE" Zeus' voice boomed over the whole throne room, causing it to shake. The sun god shrunk at the harshness of the King of Olympus.
"Apollo, you have disobeyed my orders and almost destroyed the world, because of that descendant of yours! You let your son Asclepius make the physicians cure, which you swore you would make sure he never did again! You appointed a new oracle of Delphi, which issued a pre-mature prophecy! And on top of that has now been overcome by Gaea's forces!"
"But Father, prophecies don't work like that! I was foolishly misled." Apollo said, his blue eyes trying to plead with his father.
"Foolish, you were! And you should be punished for it!" Zeus eyes glowed brighter like he was going to smite the sun god with lightning, right then and there.
"May I suggest him be throne into the Eternal Fields of Punishment?" The Queen of Olympus suggested. Zeus turned to his wife, even angrier.
"You have done enough already!"
Hera only huffed and crossed her arms at her husband, but said no more.
"Father, if I may. I don't believe that Apollo should be punished. He believed he was helping. He was foolishly tricked and misled, by someone he thought he could trust. He wouldn't be the first one." Surprisingly, it was Athena who had spoke for Apollo. Apollo glanced at her in shock, not accustomed to her generosity.
"I'm sure it won't happen again. Right Apollo?" Athena asked him. Apollo nodded furiously his blonde hair falling in his blue eyes.
"It will not happen again! You will be sentenced to the Fields of Punishment, until you are worthy to be an Olympian again!" Zeus' declared. He pointed towards the fates as they started to make their way towards the fearful god.
"WAIT!" Artemis yelled out, jumping off her throne and standing in front of her brother.
"Artemis, what are you doing?" Apollo hissed towards his twin. Artemis glared at him, until he shrunk under her gaze.
"Move Artemis, do you wish to be punished as well?" The King asked angrily, his fuse about to blow.
"Father, don't you believe that the point of punishment is to create a punishment reciprocal to one's action?"
Zeus looked less angry and more intrigued as he motioned for the goddess of the hunt to continue.
"Clearly my brother has been deceived by mortals and demigods and also has abused his power as an Olympian." Apollo grabbed his sister's arm, which she easily shrugged off.
"So what do you suggest?" Zeus looked highly intrigued, much like the other gods. Apollo however looked truly scared as he glared at the back of his twin's head.
"We take his power away, we turn him mortal, or half-mortal."
Zeus seemed to consider this as he sat back on his throne, while Apollo stood gaping at his sister. Artemis tried to assure he brother, but he only shrugged her off angrily waiting for the verdict.
"All agree that Apollo should be turned into a half-blood, which should be a secret and placed at Camp Half-Blood until deemed worthy to be an Olympian?"
The wine lord looked up from his magazine. "Please Lord Zeus do not punish me further, with dealing with this." He gestured towards Apollo.
"Fine he will be placed at Camp Jupiter. Any other objections?" Zeus looked wary of the conversation, as all the gods of the council went up, minus Athena, Poseidon, and Hermes. Zeus waved and Apollo was thrown from Olympus.