Chapter 2: Changing Paradox

So I've got a new chapter ready for you guys. It's just a quick one to try and get the story to move forward. Enjoy!

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Oh, Please let the fates be on my side...

The underworld is a truly terrifying place, especially to someone who was used to the brightness of the blue sea. But as Poseidon walked down the rocky path leading down to the grand castle of his older brother Hades, he contemplated how one would choose to live here.

But it wasn't his choice…was it?

Poseidon stopped suddenly in front of the palace doors. The sole reason he didn't teleport right in so he could get his story straight, plan his arguments and what offers he could make. But no that he is here, Poseidon's mind went blank. Heaving a sign, he pushed open the doors.

Inside, the throne room was a lot busier than expected. Lost souls, minor gods and skeleton warriors argued and screamed at each other. The place was in utter turmoil. Poseidon gazed across the room, there open his throne sat Hades, his head in his hands. Persephone sat beside him, trying to comfort him.

What is going on here?

Poseidon started to make his way across the throne room, his presence automatically clearing him a path. For one of the first times, Poseidon felt uncomfortable and scared. Feeling the eyes of dead open him was terrifying. He stood in front of Hades and his wife, straitening up he tried to make himself less scared than he actually was. Awkwardly, Poseidon cleared his throat.

"Brother, I come here to seek your help."

Hades raised his head, meeting him will dull, bored eyes, "Can you not see I have my own problems to worry about at the moment."

Before Poseidon could ask, Hades went on and explained, "One of my judges quit, now with only two they are constantly arguing with no one to heal the rift between them."

"But I thought you usually rotate you judging panel." Poseidon asked.

"Why did I not think of that, Shakespeare has gone on holiday and the others took a nice trip to Vegas! I have all these souls trying to get into the underworld and none are getting through!"

Poseidon paused for a minute, what could he do the fix this and how will this help Percy.

"I will help you Hades, as long as you do something for me."

Hades grunted angrily, "I have no time to deal with your petty problems, Poseidon, perhaps another time when I have the patience to deal with you."

"Hear me out," Poseidon pleaded, "I will be your judge until you sort out a replacement and all I ask in return is for you to release your children from that time stopping Hotel."

Poseidon watched Persephone stiffen in her throne. Oh no! He had forgotten about her. Both he and Hades faces paled. They both knew how their spouses took to their demigod children.

"And what will you need from them," Persephone spat, her head whipping round to face Poseidon, her eyes burning into his soul. There was a reason she was called the Queen of the Underworld.

"Just for them to take their rightful place in this world," replied Poseidon calmly. "I also make a promise to you Hades that your children will never have to fear the sea. I offer them safety of the shore."

Hades watched him with hard eyes, "I know you have hidden reasons for this brother as for all I can see you get nothing out of the bargain. But I will not question you just now," Hades gained a wicked grin, "As you have a job to fulfil."

Poseidon stood back in a daze as Hades started to bark orders. He had done it. Percy was safe now, again.

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Back at Camp Half-Blood

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Percy day could not be going any worse. His sisters had cornered him in another attempt to-"OW!"

"Silena, if you tug any harder you will pull it all out!" complained Percy.

"Hush you," she replied back with a cheesy grin.

Percy glared sorrowfully at his reflection in the mirror. His legs swing back and forth from where his was perched upon a stool, not yet being long enough to touch the ground. Percy gave another yelp but still kept his mouth shut. He glared at Silena in the mirror, watched as she tried to drag the brush through his hair. That dreaded brush. Silena only cooed in response.

At 7 years old, Percy was one of the youngest demigods Camp Half Blood had to offer. And in Silena's opinion, one of the cutest. Percy had a perfect tanned complexion, round rosy cheeks and large absolutely gorgeous sea green eyes. Percy was the definition of a perfect Aphrodite child.

But unknown to them, Percy's real heritage was kept to only two people in the camp. With Aphrodite being born from the sea, it was only fit that Percy seek out shelter in her cabin. So far none of his powers had revealed themselves and since the Aphrodite cabin was seen as a pacifist group, Percy had yet to try out his swordsmanship.

"So have you seen the new campers yet Percy?" asked Silena as she set her brush aside. Percy slipped down from the stool, ruffling up his hair again with his hands.

"No," he grumbled, "Chiron wouldn't let me."

Silena grabbed his hand and led him out of there cabin, "then let's go find them, I hear ones about your age Percy."

"Do you know their names?" asked Percy eagerly.

"Luke Castellan and Annabeth Chase."

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So I know there's a lot of hoping between places but I just want to get everything established before I really start with the story. I'm so glad that so many of you are interested in this story and I hope you enjoyed your first sightings on Percy. If you wish I can add in more about how Aphrodite took Percy in but I felt that it was a lot of unnecessary detail.

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Have a nice day! :D