Hey guys, this is just a quick one, letting you know what the gods think about the chosen twelve…and quick notice, Annika Siram, is now FRANKIE Siram… yep, my friend who this is based on didn't really like the name Annika, so her name is now Frankie.
Enjoy ;)
Chapter 3: First impressions.
The gods sat quietly in the throne room, all eyes resting upon the sphere screen that floated above the fire in the middle of the room. They were all paying attention closely, (except maybe Hermes who was checking his phone constantly for new messages) as they would all have to pick one person who they would bless.
The room was eerily quiet for the first few minuets, as no one dared to start speaking in fear they started an argument, until Aphrodite shrugged and folded her arms.
"To be honest, not one of them seems to be good at being beautiful," She said, while coating her lips in a shiny, red lipstick.
"Aphrodite!" Athena exclaimed, snapping shut the diary she was making notes in.
"What? No silly, I don't mean in looks, I mean by good nature!" Aphrodite rolled her eyes at the smarty pants, and Athena was relived that she wasn't as shallow as she had thought. Maybe.
Hera nodded as well, a disgusted look on her face. "Urgh, I can't believe you guys agreed to give a dose of your powers too them. They can barley hold a sword!"
"That punk can," Ares pointed out, and zoomed on to a broad shouldered teen, who was swinging a sword around like he had been doing it all his life.
"Hmm."
Everyone turned to look at Zeus, who was stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"Lucky for you, Hera, you don't have to bless one of the mortals," he said, making mortals sound like a bad word.
Hera refused to bless any of the mortals, so Hades was going to bless one in her place, mainly because they had gone with Hestia's idea, instead of her own.
"I still don't see why we can't do my idea," Hera grumbled, bottom lip sticking out.
Zeus decided to be patient, instead of zapping her with lightning for not seeing why her plan was stupid.
"Hera, sweetie, we can NEVER bring Camp Half blood and Camp Jupiter together," in a tone that most parents used to explain to their kids why always eating candy was bad for you. "They'll tear each other apart, remember?"
Hera said nothing, which Zeus was thankful for. The last thing he needed was to start having a fight with his wife.
Everyone looked back at the sphere. It was focused on Tara Minett now, as she was digging through the piles of weapons everywhere, and when she found the trident, everyone gasped.
"Is that – is that Percy's trident?" Athena asked, her face completely shocked.
Then she glared at Poseidon. "You didn't have anything to do with this, did you?"
"Umm…" Poseidon scratched behind his ear and looked a bit nervous. "Well, you see-"
"That was you're son's!" Athena almost exploded, and was giving Poseidon such a look of death, he would have turned to ashes if he were mortal.
"Athena, I swear on the River Styx, I asked Percy before putting it there!" he protested, arms up as if to defend himself. "And look at her use it! She's a natural!"
Everyone's head turned back to the screen and saw Tara swinging it around with great poise and grace, that even Athena had to admit Poseidon had made a good choice. But she didn't say this to his face.
"Not many warriors can use a trident well," Ares pointed out swinging his own weapon, that kept morphing between a battle axe and a machine gun. "Even I have trouble using one and I am…you know, me."
The gods watched on as Tara found out that it was rare to find a newcomer using a trident, and Claudine explaining why.
Poseidon smiled secretly. He had a feeling he would be keeping a close on this one.
There we go! I am sorry it is so short, but I thought u guys wanted to hear from the gods POV, so this is like a mini chapter.
Coming up, the first day of training! Wow, sounds so official :S.
Pls review, xoxo Phoenix