I am soooooo sorry. Jesus how time flies by. Oh gosh, I've got a major case of writer's block.
"I'd like to train."
The Olympians seemed taken aback that a low demigod was able to sneak into the throne room in the middle of a meeting.
"Oh?" Zeus raised a brow, "and why, may I inquire, is that?"
"To prove myself worthy."
"Worthy of what, my child?" Poseidon cut in.
"Worthy of the love of my child; the creation of the love Hestia and I share." Athena did not miss the use of present tense.
"That is impossible, Hestia was pure. She always has been and will forever remain pure. Both in memory and in being."
"I agree," said Percy, "though this child was—from what I have gathered—born by love and the joining of our blood. I wish to learn and train before the arrival of the child. I shall even train with Ares if I am required."
Zeus played with his chin, pondering.
"Alright. You are required to train with each and every one of the gods you see here before you today, spend two months with each one, learn their ways, and then you will be tested. If you pass, you will have full custody on the child."
"I accept," he bowed. Though one could see the vein popping in his neck, showing how much pain it caused him to hold himself back.
Three months later: After training with Demeter.
"Papa! Papa! I'm hungry," the little girl giggled. Percy watched as his dream self fixed up a sandwich for the chocolate eyed girl.
"I'm glad to see you're improving," came a voice from behind him. Percy turned to see a smiling Hestia, her eyes shinning with approval.
"That I am," Percy smiled.
"That is good, Perseus," Hestia walked behind him to place a hand on his shoulder.
"When will you come back?"
Hestia frowned. Within every dream he would ask the same question, and she would answer the same answer. "I can't."
Then—
"Why not?"
"Because I simply can not. This is why I am sending Jessica, alone."
And just like every time, Percy would enjoy his last few moments with Hestia. They laugh, they cry, they talk and they shout. They hug and they enjoy their time together.
And then Percy is ripped away from the dream.
He awakens.
And is pulled into reality.
Percy sighed as he sat up in bed, his covers thrown off of him and his body drenched in sweat. His mind drifted off to his dream throughout the whole morning as he prepared for his training with Athena. So far she had him study and break down and improve war strategies from the past millennia, and also how to take care of a child. She also taught him psychology, how to read your enemy, and basic math and science skills. Today she was going to give him his weekly test on what he has learned so far.
Percy couldn't take the torture.
(Got stuck here. Curse you, writer's block!)
Short. I'm sorry.
School.
Sucks.
Soooooo much work. I'll try to start a better schedule so I can type longer chapters. And onto the Percy Jackson books once again! For inspiration!