Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any other character associated with the franchise. I am also aware that this story may be similar to Working Class Hero by Felicity Dream; I have no intentions to copy their work.
Chapter 6
Luke woke up the next morning and stretched, his left shoulder was stiff and ached more than usual. He sauntered out of the bedroom, still in his PJ's and ran his right hand through his "bed hair". Percy was sat in front of the TV, eating cereal and looked perkier than usual too. Apollo had disappeared from the couch he had been passed out on last night, but Luke spotted him in the kitchen with his father. "Hey Dad, got any ambrosia? My shoulder is killing me."
The gods shared a look; Hermes said "Son, maybe you should have a look at it in the mirror." Luke gasped when he saw it.
"What is it?" He asked.
"The Mark of Kronos, legend says that the mark was only worn by Kronos' most loyal servants. It requires a lot of strength and power to permanently scar someone like that. You will be killed if anyone sees it. The Fates were cruel to have allowed Kronos to do it." Apollo says.
"It is my fault. I have broken the ancient laws, I still am." Hermes replied solemnly. Bang! Luke slammed his hand down on the table.
"Will you two can it?! Kronos can torture me all he wants; hell the Fates can join in too, if they wish. So long as Percy lives and is happy. I know I can't save him from the disease, or the prophecy, but I can protect him from Kronos and myself." Luke's voice had lost all of its strength, by the end it was just a whisper.
"Luke I don't understand, 'Protect him from myself.' What is that supposed to mean?" Hermes asked his son cautiously.
To which Luke replied, "Kronos has been attempting to take control of me for several months. Till now I have fought him off but it is getting harder. Kronos' main aim is to either get Percy to co-operate or remove him. I don't know how much longer I will be in control." He sighed and sat down at the counter. Hermes gave Luke a reassuring smile and a side hug, but he still looked upset.
"Hey why don't you go chill with Percy? I will get you some cereal." He spoke quietly; Luke just nodded and shuffled out of the kitchen.
On his way into the lounge Luke had tried to mask the emotions on his face. It wasn't fair that Percy had to see him in such a state. As soon as he stepped through the door Percy's head flung round to look at him, way too quickly for Luke's liking. However instead of getting dizzy, he smiled one of those infectious little grins, and beckoned Luke to join him.
"Hurry Luke, it's already started!" Percy called and pulled the teen down next to him. Percy got very comfortable on Luke's shoulder; thankfully it was the right one. And Luke put his feet on the coffee table, curious to see if his father noticed. Hermes walked in five minutes later carrying a bowl of Lucky Charms, actually he was going more of a snail's pace to be sure he spilt none. Upon arrival the god's face turned from one of concentration to one of sternness. Luke immediately knew it was time to move his feet, and gave a sheepish smile to his father. Hermes gave him the bowl, but it was difficult to hold with one arm around Percy and the other experiencing shooting pains. Hermes sighed and moved to bowl to the coffee table and sent his son a harsh glare that said Eat it all; or I will make you. With that he retreated back to the kitchen.
Authors note: I know this is short, probably the shortest yet! Thank you for reading! If you have time please review.
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