The Untamable: Just the Beginning Chapter 36, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

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Thank you "Nobel Six" for all your review as well; I am glad you thought the chapter was excellent, and well bud, the wait is now over.

I am sorry for such a long wait, I have been, very, very busy. I am working a swing shift at an warehouse. So I am exhausted when I come home, then I have my daily chores AND I am going to College!

And for such a short chapter...

The story continues onward like a river to the sea...

(Peter's Point of View)

I said "Everybody hold hands and I will shadow travel all of us there." I knew this was a long way off, but I think I could do it, but I was still nervous, I did not want to risk them.

Sally held my hand and she held Annabeth's hand, and I held Percy's who held Annabeth's hand. I closed my eyes as I focus we slipped inside our shadows underfoot. The world grew dark as the shadows took over.

I felt something watching us in the depths of the darkness, I felt a malevolent presence in the darkness focusing on me, I felt the darkness shift outside of my control, but as quickly as the disturbance happened it had ended.

I groaned softly as we appeared in the Empire State Building, I fell to my knees just exhausted. This had never happen to me before, not this tired after suck little work.

Percy and Sally quickly helped me to my feet, I gave them a small smile and said "Thank you, but Sally, you cannot go on from here... this is something that only those with godly blood can go on... I promise I will protect Percy to the best of my abilities."

Sally looked like she wanted to argue, but quickly realized that she would not be able to even enter Olympus, she said "Peter, please be careful." Sally looked at her son and said "And you do not do or say anything that will anger them."

I nodded and said "Annabeth, can you take Sally home and then go inform Camp of Percy's where-abouts please?"

Annabeth frowned, I reached into my pocket and handed her a couple hundred dollars bills and said "Get yourselves some food, and take a Taxi to Camp little Ani."

Annabeth glared at the nickname but knew better than to fight me, and Sally knew I was extremely suborn. They both left Percy and I in the elevator room.

I glared at the Key Man, I bore my fangs and said "Just hand the keys over, I am in a foul mood and I am tired."

The man threw the keys at me I caught it and said "Percy lets finish this." He led the way into the small elevator, I almost wished I would have shadow traveled, but I did not think it would have been wise to waste energy when what was coming up could be a very dangerous situation.

Mazak played. "Raindrops keep falling on my head..." I wished something else would have been playing, some sort of rock or metal would have been better, but I guess it was better than ghostly silence.

Finally, ding. The doors slid open. It was nothing to me, but to Percy it looked like after he stepped out he almost had a heart attack, because where he was standing was on a narrow stone walkway in the middle of the air. Below us laid Manhattan, from the height of an airplane. In front of us, white marble steps wound up the spine of a cloud, into the sky.

Percy's eyes followed the stairway to its end, where his brained seemed have been choking because his expression was like that he could not accept what he saw. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, I wanted to hurry him, but I had a feeling delaying slightly would give me time to gain more energy.

From the top of the clouds rose the decapitated peak of a mountain, its summit covered with snow.

Clinging to the mountainside were dozens of multileveled palaces-a city of mansions-all with white-columned porticos, gilded terraces, and bronze braziers glowing with a thousand fires. Roads wound crazily up to the peak, where the largest palace gleamed against the snow. Precariously perched gardens bloomed with olive trees and rosebushes. I could make out an open-air market filled with colorful tents, a stone amphitheater built on one side of the mountain, a hippodrome and a coliseum on the other. It was an Ancient Greek city, almost exactly like I remembered, though a few things to have changed a little. I felt a dull headache as another vision wanted to come to surface, but I quelled it for now.

Our trip through Olympus was a not as pleasant as it could have been, Percy was in a daze…. Though when wasn't he?

Percy passed some giggling wood nymphs who threw olives at him from their garden, I chuckled slightly amused at this, they knew not to mess with me after I burned one of their trees down when they pissed me off. My stomach growled and then I muttered "I want some Olive Garden after this..."

Hawkers in the market offered to sell us ambrosia-on-a-stick, and a new shield, and a genuine glitter-weave replica of the Golden Fleece, as seen on Hephaestus-TV. The nine muses were tuning their instruments for a concert in the park while a small crowd gathered-satyrs and naiads and a bunch of good-looking teenagers who had been some newer minor gods and goddesses. Nobody seemed worried about an impending civil war. In fact, everybody seemed in a festive mood. Several of them turned to watch us pass, and whispered to themselves. I could hear them whispering 'hybrid', 'freak', 'Monster', but a few said kinder things 'Heroes, Saviors', I wanted to lash out, but I did not want to prove the former correct.

We climbed the main road, toward the big palace at the peak. It was a reverse copy of the palace in the Underworld. There, everything had been black and bronze. Here, everything glittered white and silver.

Steps led up to a central courtyard. Past that, the Throne Room. Room really isn't the right word. The place made Grand Central Station look like a broom closet.

Massive columns rose to a domed ceiling, which was gilded with moving constellations. Twelve thrones, built for beings the size of Hades, were arranged in an inverted U, just like the cabins at Camp Half-Blood. An enormous fire crackled in the central hearth pit.

I stepped a half step in front of Percy, I saw Zeus, I felt sharp pains of electivity course through my mind and soul as I remembered and felt how I died. I could see my murderer, yet I could do nothing... there was nothing I could do... for now...

The gods were in giant human form, as Hades had been, but Percy could barely look at them it looked like he had to pee every time he had to looked at them for more than a few moments, me on the other hand, was not taking my eyes the so called King of Olympus. Zeus, the Lord of the Gods, wore a dark blue pinstriped suit. He sat on a simple throne of solid platinum. He had a well-trimmed beard, marbled gray and black like a storm cloud. His face was proud and handsome and grim, his eyes rainy gray. As I got nearer to him, the air crackled and smelled of ozone. I could feel my pulse increase as I my instincts screamed for me to run, for self preservation, but my anger and self-control insured I held my ground and kept walking closer to him.

The god sitting next to him was his brother, without a doubt, but he was dressed very differently. He reminded me of a beach-comber from Key West. He wore leather sandals, khaki Bermuda shorts, and a Tommy Bahama shirt with coconuts and parrots all over it. His skin was deeply tanned, his hands scarred like an old-time fisherman's. His hair was black, like Percy's. His face had that same brooding look that had always gotten me branded a rebel. But his eyes, sea green were just like Percy's, were surrounded by sun-crinkles that told me he smiled a lot, too. After Hades he was one of my favorite Olympians, Hestia does not count, she is not part of the counsel...

His throne was a deep-sea fisherman's chair. It was the simple swiveling kind, with a black leather seat and a built-in holster for a fishing pole. Instead of a pole, the holster held a bronze trident, flickering with green light around the tips.

The gods weren't moving or speaking, but there was tension in the air, as if they'd just finished an argument.

Percy moved to his father's throne and bowed there, I refused to kneel. I looked straight into Zeus's eyes not caring if he killed me again.

Lighting flashed across the throne room as Zeus thundered "You dare not bow in the presence of Zeus?!"

I snorted and said "Peter bow to no man, nor god." I glared at him and said "I see nothing but a man-child. Some one who is a power hungry tyrant. I see a rapist, a murderer. I see a power hungry bastard. I see nothing worth bowing to." Frost began to spread around my feet as the hearth's flame began to rise with my emotions.

I reached behind my back and pulled out the Master Bolt and threw at the feet of Zeus, I wanted to throw it and impale him, but I could not risk so much with Percy here... I should have thought about that before I angered the tantrum throwing man-baby."

The Master Bolt quickly flew into its own Master's hand. Zeus pointed the bolt at me, but the Lord of the Sea quickly came to my aid "Brother, is this how we repay heroes?"

Zeus growled and said "The boy is to be punished!:

I clenched my fists in anger, but refrained from saying anything that will get me into trouble.

Poseidon gave me a look that said 'shut up and behave.' And to be honest, he was more intimidating that Zeus's.

Poseidon said calmly "Brother perhaps we ought to listen to their story?"

The self proclaimed King of the God said dramatically "Very well. I will listen to their story before deciding weather they live or die and how they die."

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was able to control my self, as I gave a stiff bow from my hips, refusing to kneel, to submit.

So Percy and I told Zeus everything, just as it had happened.

There was a long silence, broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire.

Zeus opened his palm. The lightning bolt flew into it. As he closed his fist, the metallic points flared with electricity, until he was holding what looked more like the classic thunderbolt, a twenty-foot javelin of arcing, hissing energy that made the hairs on Percy's and mine scalp rise.

"I sense the boy tells the truth," Zeus muttered. "But that Hercules would do such a thing... it is most unlike him."

"He is proud and impulsive," Poseidon said. "It runs in the family."

"Lord?" Percy asked with a squeaky tone.

I face palmed and shook my head at the weakness.

They both said, "Yes?"

"Hercules didn't act alone. Someone else-something else- came up with the idea." He said before he began to describe his dreams and the feeling he has had on the beach, that momentary breath of evil that had seemed to stop the world.

"In the dreams," Percy continued aid, "the voice told me to bring the bolt to the Underworld. Ares hinted that he'd been having dreams, too. I think he was being used, just as I was, to start a war."

"You are accusing Hades, after all?" Zeus asked.

"No," he said. "I mean, Lord Zeus, I've been in the presence of Hades. This feeling on the beach was different. It was the same thing I felt when I got close to that pit. That was the entrance to Tartarus, wasn't it? Something powerful and evil is stirring down there... something even older than the gods."

Poseidon and Zeus looked at each other. They had a quick, intense discussion in Ancient Greek. I understood enough of it to know it was about the rise of their father and the plausibility of war, but the denial of it.

Poseidon made some kind of suggestion, but Zeus cut him off. Poseidon tried to argue. Zeus held up his hand angrily. "We will speak of this no more," Zeus said. "I must go personally to purify this thunder bolt in the waters of Lemnos, to remove the human taint from its metal."

He rose and looked at Percy. His expression softened just a fraction of a degree. "You have done me a service, boy. Few heroes could have accomplished as much."

"I had help, sir," he said. "Peter Parker and Annabeth Chase-"

I had moved to hide in the flames of the hearth not wanting to risk angering Zeus and having him kill Percy because of me.

"To show you my thanks, I shall spare your life. I do not trust you, Perseus Jackson. I do not like what your arrival means for the future of Olympus. But for the sake of peace in the family, I shall let you live." Zeus said shortly and quick to the point.

"Um... thank you, sir?" Percy said slowly and confused.

I snorted and muttered "And since when have you cared about family?"

"Do not presume to fly again. Do not let me find you here when I return. Otherwise you shall taste this bolt. And it shall be your last sensation." Zeus threatened Percy.

I shuddered still haunted by the feeling of the Master Bolt, and Zeus himself.

Thunder shook the palace. With a blinding flash of lightning, Zeus was gone.

Percy and I were alone in the throne room with his father. "Your uncle," Poseidon sighed, "has always had a flair for dramatic exits. I think he would've done well as the god of theater."

I stepped outside the flames and said "Or the god of rapists and the god of murderers…"

Poseidon sighed and said "You need to let go of your revenge until this is peace. We do not need a civil war on the eve of war."

I gave him a tilt of the head and said "I know… and it is a fair point… but you do not understand me. I have died, I have been reborn, but I was… I am corrupted. I am not who I was in my past life, my very soul is stained and scarred." I sighed and shook my head before saying "I am going to leave you two alone." I walked into the fire and melded with it before I teleported myself to the hearth at Camp Half Blood through fire travel.

I once again do not and will not ever own anything, all of the rights belongs to Rick Riordan!

Well here is yet another chapter that is LONG over due...

Death Fury signing off until the next chapter!