Chapter 2: Zeus

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Zeus sat on his throne, staring at Poseidon who sat with his eyes closed on his throne. The war against Gaia had just ended, and all Seven were alive. The son of Hephaestus had just returned with Atlas's daughter to Camp Half-Blood. Perseus had taken a shock to seeing the girl again. So did Athena's daughter.

Well, of course. He thought. Of course it was Perseus, mighty, strong, handsome, brave, and loyal son of Poseidon. Of course he was the one the fates sent to the girl first.

Zeus was wary of the son of Poseidon. If he decided to denounce Olympus… well, he hated to admit it, but Perseus Jackson may just be skilled and powerful enough to do so, and he wasn't sure he would be able to do anything about him, knowing him, a blast of lightning wouldn't be able to kill him, Perseus would probably have a hundred tricks up his sleeve waiting to be unleashed.

A deep, dark, part of Zeus secretly wished Perseus was his son. He wanted his children to be the ones who lived in history, the ones that were most powerful, most brave, most skilled, and most famous. But of course, if this were history, the son of Poseidon would have upstaged all his own children, including Hercules and the original Perseus, who was his son.

Jackson had even declined godhood, which was a big insult. As if being mortal was better than being a god. Humph! That little piece of vermin! Stupid, puny, little mortal! We are much better than that weakling known as Percy Jackson.

The weakling that could beat you in battle, and destroy Olympus and the Western Civilization if he wanted. The weakling who fought Kronos in one-to-one combat. The weakling that did things that you wouldn't have been able to do. The weakling who survived Tartarus, the weakling who had fought the actual physical form of Tartarus.

The voice that sounded suspiciously like the fates whispered this in his ear. He gave a slight shudder.

No, he thought, I'm much better than him. He's just mortal.

That doesn't change anything. The scary thing was, this time, it was his own voice, not the voice of the fates. It was his own thoughts clouding his pride, preventing his satisfaction, encouraging his fear of being lesser than a mortal, and his insecurities of his position against the mortals.

This would not do! He was the king of Olympus! He was much better than a mere teenage boy who couldn't do anything.

Not true! The voice in his head screamed again. He could be the king of Olympus if he wanted! He could defeat you!

"SHUT UP!" He roared out loud.

Next to him, Poseidon's eyes snapped open. "W-What? What's going on?"

Zeus scowled at him. With a clap of thunder, he was gone, to his private palace in the skies hundreds of miles away, leaving Poseidon sitting on his throne, blinking and confused.

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