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Chapter 7-
I woke up in a clean hospital bed, and for a moment before I opened my eyes I thought I was back home. My real home.
Enrique was sleeping in a bed a couple over from mine. I wondered what had happened.
"You're awake," Piper said. She was standing next to Jason, Leo, Annabeth, and a tall guy who I guessed was Annabeth's boyfriend.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Medea poisoned you," Jason said simply. "Or cursed you or something. You're lucky to be alive. We got you here just in time. Our medic said that if you had been anyone other than you, you might have died."
"What?" I asked. He had lost me somewhere along in that sentence.
"He's saying that since you're half Titan, you're made of stronger stuff than the rest of us." Annabeth said.
"Oh. What happened to Enrique?"
"He lied when he said it was easy to get through Medea's magic. It actually was easiest to break a smaller hole through her wall of enchantments than to take down the whole thing. But when you passed out, he shattered the entire thing with a flick of his scepter. The effort made him collapse, but he's gonna be fine. There were people standing around, luckily. That's also why no one else came to help us fight Medea and Khione." Leo said.
"Oh," I said again.
"Think you can stand?" Annabeth said softly. I nodded, and got up. I put one foot down on the floor, and yelled. I looked down, and a bloody tack was rolling on the floor. I almost asked who put the tack there when I realized what color the blood–my blood–was.
Gold.
"I'm sorry, man," Leo said. "About the tack. But we needed confirmation."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We need to know your limits and capabilities," Annabeth explained. "One of the medics said that you healed unusually fast, and that he suspected that you might be–different–from the rest of us. Now we know. You have ichor, James, not blood. The golden blood of the gods."
"What's that mean? Besides, I've bled before, and regular red blood."
"I don't know what that means," Annabeth said. "Maybe you have limits. But there is going to hopefully be time for that later. Now, is your foot alright?"
I looked at the sole of my foot. There was no mark that I had ever stepped on the tack.
"Yeah." I got up, checking the floor this time, and putting my shoes on.
"Great," Annabeth's boyfriend Percy Jackson was talking this time. "It's time for sword practice. Chiron specifically wanted me as your tutor."
"Cool," I said. Suddenly, someone I didn't know came running in. He had the legs of a goat and stubby horns on top of his head. A satyr, and the others treated him like an old friend.
"Grover!" Percy said. "How's it going?"
But Grover didn't return the casual manner. He gave me a hasty bow.
"There's someone here to see you," He squeaked. "This way."
We followed him out of the hospital. Outside was a tall man with a beard. The others immediately knelt, but I stayed standing.
"People normally kneel in my presence," The man commanded. I didn't move. He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked.
"No idea," I said blatantly.
"Well, here's a hint, uncle." He said, and spat the last word out like it was a curse. The skies darkened and rumbled.
"Impressive," I said, trying to act bored. I knew now who I was talking to. "Zeus." He nodded in distaste.
"Lord Zeus to you," He added.
"Whatever you say."
"And you are the Skyborn," He responded. "Son of Ouranus," He spoke the words slowly, as if he was trying to decide whether he liked the way they tasted.
"I have come down to ask a small favor of you." He said.
"What would a god want from little old me?" I asked.
"It is the general consensus of Olympus that we would a lot, safer, if you would simply pledge your allegiance to us, and recognize us as your elder superiors."
"You're scared of me," I said, realizing the truth.
"We are not." Zeus yelled. "Do you realize the implications of your birth?" He asked. I shrugged. Zeus hissed, and pointed his hand at me. A bolt of lightning shot down at me from the sky.
I caught Zeus' lightning. The energy stayed in my hands. I threw it back up at the sky, and it became a lightning bolt again, fired back up at the clouds. I swear I heard a yell of protest from the heavens.
Zeus looked at me in a mixture of triumph and an emotion I couldn't quite place.
"You have power over the sky, I see." He mused. "And I would assume as well storms."
From behind us, I heard Annabeth gasp.
"Have you been told the next great prophecy?" He asked me slowly. I nodded. Jason had relayed it to me during the tour. "Than you know the line 'To storm or fire the world must fall."
"Wait," I said. "How do you know that applies to me?"
"We don't know for sure," Zeus admitted. "But it seems likely, doesn't it? You are the son of Ouranus, the heavens. You just caught a bolt of lightning. You are powerful, and more importantly, dangerous. Thus, it would make us Olympians more at ease if we knew you had sworn allegiance to us. So what do you say?"
"I still say no." I responded. Zeus glared at me, but before he spoke I began talking. "I find it disrespectful that you think I would turn on you guys. I don't need to 'pledge allegiance' to you and acknowledge you people as my superiors. So no, I won't."
"You find us disrespectful?" Zeus asked, astonished. "That was a very unwise decision you just made. You, Skyborn, will pay." The god began shining brightly, and the others turned away.
"James, turn around!" Annabeth yelled quickly.
"Not likely," I said, and stared right at Zeus as he exploded into a supernova.
The spots left on my eyes were only as bad as what could have been done on a flashlight. The others looked at me in astonishment. Percy got up hastily.
"Okay, now its time for fight practice." He said. He took me over to the empty sword arena. "Before we start, there something I wanna see. In the Titan War a couple years back, the titans could do this thing where they like flicked their hands and a sent a wall of energy at us. Why don't you try that? Not at me though," He said hastily.
I turned away, and shot my hand out. A blast of energy sent a hole through the stands surrounding the arena. Percy turned toward me and whistled.
"You better not go over to the other side," He said. "I would hate to have to try and kill you."
