Summary: God AU. Pertemis. She finds him when they are just godlings, he is in the form of a wolf so that he might not be found by the Olympian council, and injured. What Artemis doesn't know about her new companion is that he is really the god of power and virtue, Perseus, son of Poseidon and Hestia. Together they live through the ages as Olympians, spun in the web of the politics and antics of the Greek Gods.
Chapter 7, The New Olympians
"My name is Athena, goddess of wisdom, war, strategy, and arts and crafts. I am here to take you to the Olympian Council, where you shall claim your domains and thrones."
Athena placed her hands on her hips, all formality out of the window. She fought back a glare at Percy still bitter that he had denied the offer to be her champion. While it was pointless and they were to be revealed to the council and therefore she no longer needed to watch over him, Athena was still mad he'd declined the offer. "Epic greeting and announcement aside, you need to hurry up. Let's get this over with. Your parents are expecting you, you're making them wait."
Artemis completely dislodged herself from Percy's embrace and walked closer to her. "Really? We'll finally be able to see dad! Apollo, we've been waiting for this!" She was unexplainably giddy, turning around to flash him a grin. She was surprised to see him frowning, looking almost disappointed staring at Athena.
"We can't leave our mother here," Percy said, voicing Apollo's thoughts, "She's coming with us, right?"
Athena cleared her throat and shifted her weight from side to side clearly uncomfortable with the news she was to deliver. "No. Our king does not wish for her presence during your 'initiation.'" She shook her head disappointed in Zeus. Leto was their mother and deserved to come watch them, even if Hera might be angered he'd been unfaithful. But she did not have the jurisdiction to order Zeus to change his mind; no one ever truly did. Sometimes even Hera could not change it.
Percy scowled, running his hands through his already messy black hair, "I don't understand. She's our mother, she raised us. How come she can't come see us?"
"Perseus, I cannot crawl into the head of Zeus and understand his ridiculous use of reasoning. Trust me, if I had been in his position, I would have gladly invited her but alas I am not in his position. I can't help you."
"I thought you knew everything," Apollo questioned Athena, raising a single brow when she turned around to stare at him like he had grown three heads, "I mean, you are the 'cleverest of them all' and all that.''
Athena rolled her eyes and pursed her lips in frustration. "I am sure you do not understand the concept of wisdom, Apollo," she spat his name and her eyes narrowed into slits, "Power over wisdom does not equate to the ability to read minds. That is simply not how it works."
"Well, why not?" Apollo asked, "Wouldn't you eventually get wise enough to understand Zeus' psychological patterns and be able to understand why he does the things that he does and maybe even predict them?"
Athena wasn't stumped like he'd hoped. "I am wasting my time here talking to such an imbecile. What you just described is intuition and inference. Wisdom does not involve those things; wisdom is entirely too abstract. Now, stop questioning me and the king's decision, because down to the core of it he does not care if you want her there or not. She is not coming."
"Can't she at least come to Olympus with us? She doesn't have to come into the…throne room or anything," Artemis spoke up for the first time about Leto, placing a hand on Percy's forearm as a way of comfort.
"Didn't I make myself clear enough?" Athena snapped before sighing tiredly, "We're wasting time arguing about this, can we just go? I wasn't even supposed to be here. Now let's go!"
"Not without my mother," Percy said, clenching his jaw and ticking an eyebrow up in defiance. "She's coming, or I'm not coming."
"Good Lord of the—for all that is godly, how many times will I have to tell you that this isn't my decision to make, this was the King of Gods' and nothing I say or do will change that. Now until you receive your domains and thrones I am above you so when I tell you that you're coming with me, you are coming with me! Now you are not only wasting my time, you are wasting the council's time as well! Zeus just called the meeting for your announcement. I do not think he expects you, Perseus."
"So…am I not supposed to come or something?" Percy asked. He shook his head. "No. It's not like I'm coming anyway."
"Your real parents are waiting for you! Whether you like it or not, even understand it, your loyalty lies with them, not the woman passed out in her room. No more questions or refusals I'm teleporting us out." Athena glared at all three of them raising her hand up and preparing to snap her fingers.
"Wait! Can't we say goodb—"
Snap!
Percy felt like his insides were being scrambled, and his skin was buzzing with some kind of energy. It all lasted for a few moments, however, and when the godling opened his eyes, he saw in front of him large, magnificent doors. Athena smiled coldly, as though she had to do smile but she didn't really want to. "Now. I'm sorry that you couldn't say goodbye, but your complaining was starting to get to me. And the gods asking why it isn't starting yet is starting to really get on my nerves. I'll give you a few moments to recollect yourself, and I'll be back in the moment. Do not. Leave." Athena turned, her cape and braid whipping, and walked down the long marble halls.
After she left, Percy took that as an opportunity to look around. The decorations and carvings on the door were nothing short of spectacular. They depicted different points in history, and one of them Percy could see clearly, a wolf, standing next to its owner whose face was concealed by a large cloak. She was holding a bow and arrow. Above them was the hugest and fanciest chandelier he'd ever seen. The walls were solid white marble, with ripples of black in them. It reminded him of the shapes made in the water when he touched it with his finger. "Woah," Apollo breathed, "This place is…awesome."
Artemis turned Percy around and hugged him. When Percy looked down at her in question, she smiled and answered, "Percy, I don't know what will happen in there. I'm pretty sure what my domains will be, I mean, they don't come out of thin air right? But still, just in case anything happens…I love you. No matter what, even if you turn out being…no one's son in there and it turns out that you're not actually a godling or some weird twist like that. I'll still be by your side, just like you were to mine."
Percy smiled, and pecked her on the lips. "I love you too."
Artemis pulled his closer, bringing him to a deeper kiss. She bit his lower lip lightly and smirked at his confused and surprised gasp. "Leto taught me some things." She shrugged and gave him another kiss, although this was a bit more chaste.
Apollo groaned and faked a retching noise. Percy gave him a glower and Artemis started laughing. She wondered if life was going to be any different after this council meeting. She hoped not. She didn't want one thing in her life to change. Although she knew this was the first step to her career as a god, a part of her was still stuck in that time when she would cook for everyone and hunt in the woods with her trusted wolf companion. It saddened her to realize that even as an immortal there were parts of life you could never relive. Artemis opened her arms to give them all a big hug. "I love you two dorks," she said, giving them both noogies. "We're going to stick together."
"Got it sis. Ready to get in there and meet our destiny?"
Artemis rolled her eyes and smacked his arm at his joking tone. "This is serious, Apollo."
"About as serious as it gets," Percy said, nodding along with Artemis' reprimand.
"Good thing you're stuck with me forever, or you guys would have one boring eternity without me," Apollo said, grinning. They broke apart once Athena returned, a frown on her face.
"I've been wishing to say this for a long time. You two are obnoxious." She turned to open the doors, and the three of them gave each other looks.
What? There's three of us, Artemis' look said.
Maybe she's only talking about just one pair of us, said Percy's look.
Nope. She's just so amazed by my dazzling good looks she was distracted and it was a slip of the tongue, Apollo's look very clearly communicated. They all laughed at his look, earning Athena's own confused look, and followed her through the doors and into the throne room.
There were nine thrones, each holding an Olympian. The room was grandiose, large, and bright. Everything was made of marble, the same kind that was outside the door. The air practically vibrated with power, and Percy loved it. He felt like he was soaking it all in. He turned his attention to the gods looking down at him from their thrones.
"Which one are we going to begin with?" a beautiful woman asked. Once Percy saw her, it took all of his willpower to not faint. She was elegant without trying, she would be stunning even if she wore nothing but a burlap sack. Her facial features couldn't be pinned down—they were always changing, each face becoming prettier than the last. She was dressed in a long, silk robe that shimmered with every movement. His breath caught when she looked at him, and her smile almost made him pass out in nervousness. "This one," she said, her eyes still on him.
"As biased as ever, Aphrodite," said another woman. She had long dark black hair and a certain regality about her that made Percy stare in awe. Her dress shifted with the colors of peacock feathers. It was easily the prettiest dress Percy had ever seen. Her eyes as well…they were soft, dark brown eyes that were so enchanting anyone could get lost in them. "You only want him to be announced first because of his looks."
"And is there anything wrong with that?" Aphrodite asked sweetly, her eyes still on Percy's form. Now that the initial magic of seeing the love goddess' beauty was wearing off, Percy squirmed under her gaze. He was loyal to Artemis, and her only.
"I say that he goes first too," another woman insisted. She was definitely pretty, Percy decided, but she was clearly overshadowed by the black haired woman and Aphrodite. This woman had long blonde hair and what looked like a wheat crown atop her head. She had pink cheeks, and red lips. The woman was wearing long green robes and a dark green cape accompanying it. The only way Percy could describe her was just that…she looked like a plant.
"No," a man in the center said. The air seemed more electric when he spoke. Power radiated off of him in waves, making Percy want to shrink back and kneel down to him. But he stood firm and looked him in the eyes. The man raised a bushy eyebrow at Percy's insistence that he does not submit. Percy looked beside him where the twins were originally standing, only to see them kneeling on the ground. When he turned back to face the man, he took in his sharp angular features and his black hair. His beard was clean and short cut. The god's electric blue eyes narrowed in confusion. Percy wasn't supposed to be there, he was taking the spotlight off of Artemis and Apollo. "My children will go first."
There was an uproar afterward the announcement. Percy placed his hands over his ears as nine voices buzzed in his ears and even in his mind.
"What?"
"This is what he called us for? Are you kidding me?"
"Zeus! What did I tell you about our perfect family image? You're not supposed to bring your illegitimate children in front of the council! And I thought that I disposed of your latest mistress!" The woman with the peacock dress hissed venomously. Percy immediately didn't like her. How dare she talk about his family like they were trash?!
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I was expecting something cooler."
"ENOUGH!" The man in the center boomed, and scowled down at the three of them. Artemis felt very small as his gaze shifted to her. She suddenly felt very underdressed in her casual hunting tunic. "Ladies first. Artemis, you are my daughter." He looked very pleased with himself. "Here and now, your domains will be revealed. I'm sure you have a pretty good idea of what they are."
Artemis nodded.
"Allow us to introduce ourselves," Aphrodite said, smiling softly. Artemis glared at her, she'd seen the way Aphrodite was eyeing Percy earlier. She stood up, revealing a perfect posture and body. "I am Aphrodite, goddess of love, charm, pleasure, and lust." She flashed Percy and Apollo a dazzling smile and eyed Artemis disapprovingly.
"I am Hephaestus, God of the forge, fire, volcanoes, and inventing as well as blacksmithing," a man stood up. Artemis couldn't help but cringe at his face. She felt guilty for doing so. His face was absolutely hideous; with large red spots, welts, all over. It appeared like he was tied to the spoke of a wagon and dragged all around Delos, face first on the ground. His shoulders were at different angles and heights, making him look like he was perpetually leaning to the side. He sat back down. His beard lit on fire during the process.
"Is that supposed to happen often?" Apollo whispered to his twin sister.
"Shut up, Apollo," she hissed back.
"Hello!" The chipper blonde who looked like a plant cheered. The black-haired woman cringed at the high pitch of her voice. "My name's Demeter, goddess of agriculture, fertility, and the harvest. The only reason why you can even eat is because of me." She smiled brightly at them. Artemis mustered a small smile back. Needless to say she was very confused.
A buff man stood, wearing a toga that showed off his bare arm muscles. He smirked at them, and his eyes unnerved the three of them. They were like black pits, with fire burning in them. Artemis had to look away. Percy, however, glared at him angrily. He didn't know why, but this man just rubbed him the wrong way. The man's hair was short, and dark brown. His smirk turned into a toothy grin at Percy's expression. "A peacemaker, eh? They don't like me even when they haven't met me. Whatever. The name's Ares, God of war and violence and all that. Oh! Rage too." He pointed at Percy with a single meaty finger. "Don't get on my bad side, Peacemaker." Percy's glower became sterner at his new nickname from the god. He gave him a glare that reminded Artemis of the look he would give adversaries back when he was a wolf, which clearly communicated, No matter how bad you think you are, I'm worse. (That's my favorite Percy quote of all time) Ares gulped and sat back down, holding back his shaken look. When he saw his reflection in Percy's eyes, however, he saw his true fear of the godling.
"Calm down, both of you. I can practically feel the tension in this room," the peacock lady said, arching the perfectly groomed brow. "I am Hera, queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and the patron of women. I assist in the safety of childbirth."
Thunder boomed in the background as Zeus rose. He cleared his throat, and his voice projected all across Olympus as he announced himself. "I am Zeus, Lord of the Skies! I am the king of all gods. I am the god of justice, lightning, honor, and the sky!" Artemis and Apollo were dumbfounded as they saw their father's ostentatious introduction. Lightning flashed in the room and every molecule in the air felt hot and electric. He sat back down, looking very pleased with himself.
"Alright then," the god next to him said, standing up. He was tall, so tall that if he stood next to Zeus he would tower over him. The god had short black hair that was the same color as Percy's. His eyes…Artemis gasped, and she knew it was Percy's father. He had tan skin. Percy was the spitting image of the god, they were complete look-alikes to the point that it was believable they could be siblings. The god was dressed in long, flowing silk green robes and there was a crown of seashells placed atop his head. Percy fiddled with his seashell necklace absent-mindedly. The god cracked his knuckles and grinned. Artemis gasped it was so similar to Percy's smiles. "If you want to play that game, little brother." The ground vibrated underneath them, enough to make a low rumble, and then suddenly it stopped. The god extended his fingers and opened his palm, and a small storm appeared in his hands. It eventually vanished, and the whole room seemed to be submerged underwater in a millisecond. Athena frowned at him and tried to yell something at him, but they were still underwater. The water disappeared after a few moments and soon it was dry again.
"Was that really necessary?" Athena pouted, her hair dripping wet. With a wave of the god's hand she was dry again.
"My name is Poseidon, the god of the sea, storms, earthquakes and horses. And I do believe that I am your father, Perseus." His eyes glinted with pride.
Percy's hands rushed to his ears, preparing for another uproar, but was surprised to find it was utterly silent. When he opened his eyes, every single Olympian's eyes were wide with shock. He couldn't blame them, he was in shock as well. He had just seen his father for the first time. Athena, in an attempt to ease the tension, coughed and stood up. "Athena, goddess of war, strategy, wisdom, and arts and crafts."
The last Olympian rose, and all eyes were on her. She was dressed in plain brown robes that hid her petite frame. She was wholesome looking, with soft chocolate brown eyes and a small smile. Her soft black hair fell down her shoulders in ringlets, framing her face. There were crease lines near her eyes, evidence that she smiled a lot. Her eyes twinkled happily as she looked down at Percy. "I am Hestia, goddess of the hearth, home, and family. Perseus is my son." She looked directly at him. "I am your mother."
Percy prepared for another uproar. There was none. Well, for a few moments anyway.
"What?" Zeus said quietly. "What?! WHAT?!" He pounded his fist on his throne's armrest, making the whole palace shake with the force. It was completely silent, no one dared to even move. The anger radiated off of Zeus tangibly, making the fright of the goddesses evident. The men tried their best to look composed. "You were the one who impregnated my pure, beautiful, and perfect sister?! You have dared to touch her?!"
Hera cleared her throat. "Zeus, he never touched me—"
"Silence, woman! I wasn't talking about you!"
"You simply cannot speak to me that way!"
"Oh not now, Hera!" Zeus rolled his eyes and slapped his forehead. "We can discuss this later. But right now," he glared daggers at Poseidon. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
Poseidon looked down at his son, looking stoic and unafraid. But what he saw in his son's eyes was entirely different. He saw his own face, contorted in fear and pain. Percy continued to meet his stare, completely unaware of the vision he was casting. Poseidon broke the stare and faced his brother. "How could you?! My sister gave birth to your bastard!"
"Perseus is not a bastard!" someone yelled at him with so much power and force all eyes fell on her. Artemis clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, meeting Zeus' indifferent gaze. "Percy's as legitimate as the rest of you! He's more legitimate than I am."
Zeus laughed at his daughter, her small godling form dwarfed compared to his. "Legitimate! Ha! I'll bet you don't even know what that means. Percy's not legitimate because," Zeus' blue eyes became filled with sympathy, and concern, sparing a glance at Hestia, who was oddly quiet, considering the conflict and she was usually the family peacemaker, "Poseidon married someone else. He and Hestia never married."
It was still suffocatingly quiet. Percy, since he believed strongly in loyalty to those he loved, gave Poseidon a look that broke his heart. His eyes were wide and sad, and his eyebrows were down turned in disbelief. Poseidon was reminded of himself. If dad married someone else, he didn't love my mother, did he? "You don't love my mother?"
"What? Of course I—of course I-I d-do," Poseidon muttered, struggling to say the words. It was like his mouth just wouldn't work under his mind's command.
"Then why did you leave her?" Percy asked softly, feeling the anger simmering under the surface. He had just met Hestia, his mother, but he already felt fiercely protective of her. He had always thought meeting his parents would be different, Percy didn't think that his father would leave his mother for another woman and marry her.
"Percy, calm down. I really do love Hestia, she's—"
"Then why did you leave her?!" Percy almost shouted. He was beginning to say more, but a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around to see Artemis looking at him, a small smile on he face.
"Welcome to the life of being a godling," she whispered, "Broken hearts, infidelities, you name it." Percy nodded and calmed himself down. This was normal. It shouldn't have been, but it was. Gods cheated on each other all the time, and Percy was just a product of this. But he still couldn't find it in him to accept the fact that his father had cheated on his mother. Or that his mother was a mistress. Either way, it was messed up in Percy's mind. Aphrodite clapped her hands, the first sound in the room for a full minute. "Ooh this is just absolutely tragic! How delightful!"
Zeus cleared his throat. "Hades and I will make Poseidon fade later. For now, we must present our first godling, for the Fates to evaluate their…ahem, fate. Artemis, you are first."
Artemis nodded and stepped forward.
There was a bright flash of light, and three old women appeared, the Fates. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos were all dressed in long, white robes. There was something humbling about their presence to Artemis. "Artemis, daughter of the Titaness Leto and King of the Gods Zeus, I present to you your domains," Lachesis said. "You are to be the goddess of the wilderness, the hunt, young children, childbirth, chastity, and maidenhood." She narrowed her eyes at her. "The full extent of your powers will be revealed over time. I am sure you have barely scratched the surface of your true power."
"Apollo, son of the Titaness Leto, and the King of the Gods Zeus," said Clotho, and it did not leave Percy's notice that Hera's nose was crinkled in disgust, "Your domains are to be destiny, archery, prophecy, and medicine. You've showed quite the talent in medicine."
"And last, but not least," Lachesis spoke again, "Perseus, son of Poseidon and Hestia, you have much power. In the end, you will rise above the rest.
"You possess jurisdiction over power, allowing you to strip the power and title from anyone, if you deem them unfit to possess their power. You may also give it to anyone you believe to be worthy.
"Your second domain is virtue, as you have a tendency to strive to be as virtuous as possible, and can change and bend one's virtues and morals whenever you wish. Truth is your third domain, and this domain you have already displayed, as one can see how they truly feel in the reflection of your eyes, though they may not seem that way on the outside.
"As you all know, there is a new type of being on this Earth; demigods. Perseus, it will be your job as the patron of demigods to watch over them. It will be your duty to assist them whenever needed and ensure they are successful during quests.
"So much loyalty has been shown by Perseus in the short time he has been alive, one might even call it a flaw," the Fates cackled, "And the desire to protect ones you are loyal to come hand in hand. Your fourth domain shall be protection.
"Another domain you possess is kinship. Your time as a wolf has proved you are an exemplary companion, and as such, you have displayed exceptional priority for kinship. As the child of Hestia and Poseidon, you have power, although limited, of course, over their domains." The Fates snapped their fingers. "That is all," they managed to say, before disappearing in a flash of light.
"Woah," Apollo breathed, his eyes wide in awe, "That was…intense."
Percy saw that all around him, the Olympians looked afraid of him. They regarded him respectfully, their heads bowing slightly under his stare. He was confused to say at the least and his expression showed it. Zeus was the first to raise his head. We need him on our side, Zeus thought. I need to make him an Olympian. But if I don't make the other two Olympians as well…he might refuse. The Fates did say he was exceptionally loyal. "I vote we make all three of them Olympians. As there are nine of us, we have space for three more."
"All three of them?" Hera asked, glaring at the twins Apollo and Artemis. "Surely you do not want those two illegitimate children on thrones!" Hera's eyes narrowed on the two of them, and they were filled with absolute hatred. Artemis squirmed under her gaze. She felt like she was being examined, and she had no privacy at all.
"You could call me illegitimate," Athena spoke up, shrugging, "I am not your daughter, Hera. And I'm still here. Legitimacy is not required to be an Olympian."
Hera growled at her and prepared to rise from her throne. Zeus sighed and waved his hand. "I am in favor of making them Olympians. Is everyone agreed?"
Aphrodite, Demeter, Athena, Poseidon, Hestia, Hephaestus and Zeus all raised their hand. Only Ares and Hera refused to raise their hands.
"I don't want any peacemakers on Olympus," Ares argued, looking Percy in the eyes. Percy glared at him yet again. It seemed that most of their relationship forward would be an exchange and series of glares and scowls.
Hera didn't state her reasoning, instead she crossed her arms over her chest and raised her nose high in the air. "Oh come on, you two!" Athena scoffed, sending the two of them a sneer. "The rest of the council wants this, it would be illogical to disagree as in the end the majority will always crush the minority. It would be useless to resist."
"In case you haven't noticed," Aphrodite said, primping her hair and looking down at the newly made gods in question, "Perseus here can snap his fingers and take away your godhood. I find it best not to go against his interests. And the other two from what I have gathered are his friends. Best not to go against them either." It became clear to Percy that he intimidated the Olympian gods and they were making him an Olympian simply to appease him. He didn't want it to be that way, he wanted them to make him an Olympian because they found him worthy of the power and position. Would it always be this way?
Ares and Hera could not have raised their hands fast enough.
With the approval of the whole Olympian Council, Zeus announced them as Olympians and waved his hand. "Do you swear to be loyal to Olympus, and do everything in your power to defend it?"
"Before I become an Olympian," Artemis spoke up, "I know you are my father and that I must do what you wish. But as the goddess of chastity I want to be assured you will never force me to begin relations with any male, under any circumstance, and allow me to retain my virginity." She didn't wish to ever be parted from Percy, in any way.
"Very well. I swear on the River Styx that I will not force you to begin a relationship with any male and allow you to retain your virginity. My promise is now over." Thunder rumbled in the distance. "I will do almost anything for you, Artemis dear."
"I have one last wish, Dad." Artemis said. The word dad still felt foreign on her tongue. "I am also the goddess of the hunt. Would it be permitted of me to have a group of hunting companions?"
Zeus nodded, growing impatient. "Very well. I will allow that."
He then repeated his previous speech.
"I swear on the River Styx," all three of them said at once. Zeus nodded and three thrones appeared, each equally magnificent. Artemis' throne was silver shining in the light and next to it lay a golden bow. The bow hummed with power, and was glowing as brightly as the full moon at midnight. The throne was expertly carved, with elaborate designs adorning the sides. The armrests were curled downward at the end revealing small columns that held the armrests up. Apollo's was similar but it was gold.
Percy's was stunning. It was a large throne made of diamonds, glistening in the light of the throne room. The armrests were made of a gem the same color of Percy's eyes. There were no fancy designs like the twins' thrones, but it made up the lack of intricate designs by being purely stunning. The gems and jewels glinted and reflected around the room. A small mirror was on the top of an arch in the design of the throne, it was magical, so that whoever looked in it saw how beautiful or ugly they were from the inside. It showed the truth under the greatest of deceptions. The three of them gasped, looking at their thrones in amazement.
"A gift," Zeus smiled at Artemis, "For the greatest little girl in the world." He gestured toward her golden bow.
Artemis gasped and touched it lightly with her fingertips. "Wow," she whispered, but deep down inside she knew she would never use it. She would always use the bow Percy spent hours on, and gave to her even though she had shunned him at the time. He'd always been there for her, and Zeus hadn't. She knew her father's gesture was genuine, but she knew who she would rather be reminded of when she was holding a bow. "Thank you for the gift," she said, smiling.
"And to Apollo, a magical bag that will provide whatever medical tool you may need," Zeus said, nodding and waving his hand. A bag appeared in Apollo's hand. Swallowing his complaints, Apollo said, "Thanks, um, dad."
"Perseus," Poseidon nodded towards his son. Percy was reluctant to acknowledge him, still angry that his father had left his mother for another woman. "I have a gift of my own for you." He threw a sand dollar at him, and Percy caught it.
Percy took one look at it and was confused. What would a sand dollar do for him?
"That sand dollar holds Anaklusmos, or Riptide. It's a magic sword that always appears back in your pocket if you lose it." (I couldn't think of anything else it could be in its dormant form, and pens didn't exist back then. Once we're in the modern world part it'll be a pen again)
Percy frowned and flipped the sand dollar in his hands. The sand dollar then morphed into a sword, and Percy jumped upon seeing it, almost dropping it to the floor. It was about three feet long, and incredibly light. It was bronze, with a leather wrapped hilt and a double-edged blade.
"Simply will it to become a sand dollar again and there you have it. Riptide's made of Celestial Bronze. It'll pass through mortals because they aren't important enough for that sword, but it'll work on pretty much everything else," Poseidon smiled at Percy, his sea-green eyes glinting with pride. Hestia was smiling at him as well, as the three of them Apollo, Artemis, and Percy, approached their thrones.
When they sat down there was a bright light, and they grew to be the same size as the other Olympians. "We're part of the Olympian Council now," Apollo said, absolutely amazed. Hera shot a venomous glare at him, it was clear she was less than amazed. Artemis nodded, and looked towards Percy. His outfit had changed. He was dressed similarly to his father, wearing long, flowing dark green robes and a crown because he was technically a prince of the sea. He was still wearing his seashell necklace. Percy was glowing with power, he looked godly and that was the only way to describe him.
She looked down. Her own outfit had changed as well. She was now wearing a loose toga that shimmered underneath the light with every movement. When she touched the cloth, it was feather light. It flowed down onto the floor like water.
"This meeting has ended," Zeus announced, "The after party will be held in the Grand Hall in an hour," and in flashes of light all of the gods and goddesses were gone, except for Percy, Artemis, and Apollo.
"You know, I kind of always wished for this to happen," Apollo said, his shoulders slumping, "But now that's it's happened now, I'm not sure that this is what I really want."
Percy shrugged and turned his head to look at Apollo. His eyes were downcast. "It's too late now, I guess. But I wish that Leto could've been here to witness this. And I wish that she could stay with us here in Olympus. I'm not ready to let her go."
"It was too fast," Artemis lamented. She brightened and punched Percy in the shoulder lightly. "God of power, eh? Looks like I'm going to have to suck up to you." She smirked at him.
"Goddess of chastity, huh?" Percy asked back, plucking her robe and shooting her a playful grin. Artemis smiled at him and leaned closer. Percy's breath caught at her close proximity. She plucked his robes back. "Yup. No more kisses for you."
Percy pouted and gave her his famous puppy eyes. Artemis rolled her eyes and got up. "It's not like it's my choice, Lover Boy. To be honest, I never expected to receive this domain." Honestly, she was sad to receive that domain. She loved Perseus, but she supposed it could never be in that way.
She couldn't really love him that way after this, could she?
Author's Note: Well, guess what? There's going to have to be another pause in updates again, since I am going on another trip.
Oh my gosh, I received so many reviews last chapter it was unbelievable! Thank you guys. I'm going to ask for a little more correspondence again. We're approaching the "through the ages" part of this story. Tell me any myths you think Percy should participate in. (And preferably, how he participates in them.)
Now, onto his domains. Of course I can add domains over time, if you guys really want it. From what I personally believe and what I've read, domains can be gained from a specific event or simply given. As you can see I've done the second part here in this chapter.
I know that to a lot of people the mythology will be off. But please understand I did my homework, I read a lot of stuff about each and every subject in this chapter. It took a very long time because of that. I'm trying to be the best writer I possibly can, and I want this to be right. If you have any suggestions for me to change something, I will take that suggestion. Please feel free to contact me via PM or review. If you think that everything with my mythology is totally off, I will hear you out.
Now let's celebrate because 418 follows, that's why! You guys are amazing, thank you so much!
If you have any concerns or comments or suggestions, I am always open for suggestion.
Signing out.
