Hi guys! Ok well this is my first story so I'll take any criticism, and if your worried about length don't be because I wrote this in about 30 minutes and just wanted to get it posted. I'll update every week 2 at the latest and each new chapter will be much longer and more refined then what your about to read. Anyways, review and follow please! This is only 657 words btw guys! I'll try and double the amount next chapter. Scratch that, I will! Maybe I can get 3 reviews?
3rd POV
(This will be the first and last time besides battle I'll be using 3rd POV)
Olympus was, to say the least, booming. Gods, demigods, satyrs, fauns, nymphs, dryads, even some pegasi were there. Everyone was either dancing, having drinking contests, arm wrestling, flying, flirting, or just chilling. Even some Hunters of Artemis were dancing. Artemis cut them some slack since they played an important role in holding back the monsters while the gods and the 7 were fighting the Giants. Thalia Grace, Lieutenant of Artemis was currently having a drinking contest with Clarisse daughter of Ares, because if they can fight in wars against Titans, Monsters, and Giants, why can't they get drunk?. Nico Di Angelo was in the corner talking to his father, both with small smiles on their faces surprisingly. The Stoll Brothers were dancing with some daughters of Aphrodite on the dance floor and Grover Underwood was dancing with his girlfriend soon to be wife Juniper.
Even the Gods were enjoying themselves. Hephaestus was sitting at a table talking with Leo and Calypso. Ares was cheering for his daughter while Artemis for Thalia. Zeus was dancing with Hera to the slow and smooth music Apollo was playing. Speaking of Apollo, whenever he wasn't DJ'ing he was dancing with a random demigod/minor god or laughing with Hermes who was doing likewise. Aphrodite, who was being uncharacteristically serious, was dancing with Jason, talking with him about Piper who was currently sitting down talking to Reyna. Everyone was enjoying themselves, except for 2 people.
Hestia, Goddess of Home and Hearth and Perseus "Percy" Jackson. The latter was currently leaning over the railing of the bridge which leads from the elevator opening to the actual place of Olympus. Eyes bloodshot and a flask of whiskey in his hand he was staring down at the bright lights of Manhattan. "Beautiful isn't it?" Percy looks over to see Hestia in her 8 year old form leaning looking up at him. He glances over at her before shrugging and downing the rest of the contents within the flask, which was some very strong stuff courtesy of the god of wine, before throwing it over the railing.
Percy replies bitterly, "What is it this time? Another quest for the god's lackey you need done?" Ignoring the look of shock and sadness on Hestia's face, Percy walks, well more like stumbles, towards the elevator. "Perseus, where are you going?" asks Hestia with concern in her voice. Already feeling the effects of the drink, he responds "Ish none off your buishnesh, lady." Hestia doesn't even bother to stop him. Just watches as he stumbles into the elevator and presses the button for the first floor.. The last look she sees on his face scares her. Because it's the look of someone who has nothing to lose. And Perseus Jackson just might truly have nothing to lose.
Short? Yes. But like I said before, shortest chapter this story is going to have, and this will be around a 20-30 chapter story. Seriously though, first story, so cut me some slack huh? Oh and I take all reviews, flames included. I'll just use them to get better. Review and follow! 3 reviews is the goal for 1 week :D ! TheGatewayToHe11 out!
-Word Count 657