Disclaimer: All rights aside from OC's to Rick Riordan
Chapter 2.
Previously
"The injuries he's sustained are bad, as well as his... long term defects. I would call my father but he's away right now on important business, and so the boy's care is left up to us. Don't worry though, everything we could have under control, we do. You two should probably go and tell Chiron now and then get some rest. Emphasis on the rest part, you both look awful. Now, if you'll excuse me". Will turned away and focused his attention back to his patient.
Percy hugged me and helped me to my feet. I looked over for the last time, hiding a tear before Percy and I entered into the darkness of the night, our thoughts consumed only by that boy. That poor, broken boy.
Sam PoV:
Pain. Suffering. Run. Hope. Help. Him. Hero.
These words swirled like a vortex in my mind as I lay in darkness, falling into a never ending sea of black. 'Where am I?', I thought to myself as I descended further and further into the dark abyss. A distant rumble echoed around me, forcing the hairs on my body to rise, a tingle running from my neck all the way down to the end of my spine. I tried to look around, but was met with nothing but black. Black. Emptiness. Sorrow. It seemed as if I had been here my whole life. Wading through darkness. Alone. I tried to move my hand but found I couldn't. I tried the same with the rest of my body parts but with no luck. A paralyzing grip had its hold on me. All I could do was look at the never-ceasing darkness. A sudden pain arose in my chest. I tried to scream, but it was no use. The cry became tangled like a knot in my throat, refusing to come undone. If only I had a sword. A sword like his. I could end it. Right here. Right now. My entire painful existence. Gone. It would be over. It would all be over. All my pain, my misery.
Another shock of suffering arose within me, this time located in my head. I hear the rumble again, although it seemed more like a chuckle this time. A dark, deep chuckle that fit in to the general aesthetic of the dark that I lay in. It got louder and closer and louder and closer before silence erupted. The silence enveloped me, much like it had done only moments before. But not for long as the Voice spoke. 'Good. You're awake' it said, the gruffness of it echoing in my mind. The Voice sounded male, but was distorted into an incredibly deep tone. A wave of pure agony washed over me, confining me as the Voice around me got louder, seeping it's way through my pores and into my head. 'You will be needed in time.' I tried to open my mouth, tried to speak, but neither worked. Oh well, today was the day to see if I was telepathic.
'Who are you?' I thought in my mind. Having got over some of the pain enough to move my head slightly to look at some of my surroundings. A black abyss was all that met my vision.
'I am the reason for your survival.' the Voice boomed in response. My body rang from painful vibrations. Ignoring the excruciating agony, I resided to question further as to what this Voice meant.
'What do you mean my survival?'. I tried to sound tough in questioning the disembodied Voice, but it came off in my mind as timid and weak, something the Voice noticed as an ear-shattering laugh took hold of the darkness around me, engulfing me in further pain as I felt the vibrations rattle through my bones. I closed my eyes, hoping that it would stave off some of the torment that afflicted me, but it did neither that nor change the view I had before I closed my eyes.
'My my, don't you know puny one? You died. In that demi-scum's arms'
'What?!' a wave of shock coursed through my body, the tragedy of knowing that my life could've ended suddenly taking precedence over the pain I was feeling from the resounding Voice flowing around and through me. Something caught me off guard however: what did he mean my demi-scum? I sought to seek the answer, but the pain overwhelmed me as the Voice continued.
'I revived you, I allowed you to live, and so now you are in my debt. Now, you are mine!.' The Voice rumbled, encasing me further in nauseating torment.
I lay there, frightened. Even if I could have moved, the tremor reverberating throughout me from the thought of dying would have shocked me into stillness.. 'No, this isn't possible!' I stifled out in a cry.
'Oh it is. You are mine to use however I want, and you will play an important role in the destruction of this world.'
I could feel myself crying, but no tears came. With what little courage I had I pushed back against the Voice.
'No...NO! I won't allow it! You'll never force me to anything to you!'
'But that's the best part. I won't have to. You, Sam Lillet, will choose to be mine. You will choose to become my pawn, and you will choose to destroy this pitiful world. In fact, you'll enjoy it.'. On that last sentence, the Voice let out an astounding laugh, once again. The tremor went through my body again, but I was too conflicted to feel it. My heart beat furiously in my chest at the mention of my full name. How did he know it? What else does he know about me? . I tried to calm down but to no avail. My body stiffened and I could feel myself going into shock from a mix of the pain and the possible future I could have.
'Ah, it's that time' the Voice said, almost sighing, the volume decreasing.
'What time?' I asked nervously, dreading the multitudes of possible answers that could come from that simple question.
' It's time for you to wake up. But don't worry my little pawn, I'll see you soon'. The Voice let out one last terrifying chuckle before silence once again enveloped me. I lay still, listening out for the Voice, but it never came. A wave of relief passed through my body. Then I saw it. A beam of light shone through the darkness. This beam, a beam of hope, illuminated the dark surroundings in an inviting and warm glow. My body floated freely and without resistance towards it. I willed my mind to go faster, to allow me to escape this black, hellish nightmare that surrounded me before the Voice returned. The light came faster and faster and faster until.
I woke up.
Percy PoV:
I woke up. Light shone through the curtains of my cabin, blinding me and reminding me that it was morning. I raised my head and a rush of memories from the previous night flooded my mind. Sam. 'I must check on him' I thought as I got out of bed. I quickly took a shower and changed into some attire more befitting of going out in before stepping outside. I breathed in the fresh air, its summery smell making its way from my nostrils to my lungs. I turned and headed towards the Apollo cabin, my thoughts wrapped up in the night before.
Flashback to last night-
Annabeth and I left the Apollo cabin in silence. We headed for the Big House to alert Chiron and Mr. D - if he had not passed out from drinking - about the situation to do with Sam-. I stopped myself. 'Crap, I didn't get his last name' I remembered, face planting at such an idiotic mistake. 'Now it would be so much harder to identify him if he never woke up'.
I stopped momentarily, ashamed that I even though of that. 'No, he will wake up, he's in good hands'. I reminded myself. Annabeth didn't seem to notice my little stop or look of embarrassment. Well, if she did she didn't comment on it anyway, probably wrapped up in her own thoughts like me. We walked without uttering a word for a couple more minutes, right arm around her shoulder in an effort to comfort her; both her arms around me, gripping me as if I was about to abandon her. It had been a rough night for both of us.
We arrived finally at The Big House after what felt like forever. I knocked on the door as Annabeth removed herself from me, wiping away tears as she attempted to look more stoic than she had just been. Chiron soon opened it in his centaur form, looking weary. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of me and Annabeth standing in front of him.
"Percy? Annabeth? What are you doing here at such late an hour?" Chiron spoke, a hint of worriedness evident in his voice.
"Chiron its an emergency, may we come in?" I asked, although the tone of my voice made it seem more of a command than a question.
Chiron nodded and motioned us to follow him inside. He pointed to a couch for us to sit on and offered us hot drinks which we turned down. He disappeared behind a wall for a few seconds before emerging, this time in his wheelchair.
"So, what is this emergency?" he asked, his tone indicating that he was too tired for any filler theatrics.
I explained the recent events of that night, from when Annabeth and I had left each other after our argument - although I left out the arguing part - up until only moments we arrived at The Big House. I went into detail about the boy: the situation I found him in, his health, him being a demigod due to not dying from the godly gifts and, unfortunately, the state of his appearance. Chiron nodded through, listening intently to what I had to sat, while Annabeth sat there, void of emotion and staring off into space. After I had finished talking we sat in silence for a minute, reflecting upon everything. Then Chiron spoke.
"That is quite a predicament that this boy, what did you say his name was? Sam?". I nodded and he continued "Yes, quite a predicament young Sam is in. I thank you for bringing this to my attention. I shall make necessary preparations for either outcome. Whether this boy lives or not.". Annabeth and I both cringed at this part, but knew that Chiron was speaking from a realistic point of view, and so both of us kept quiet and merely nodded.
"Is there anything you would like us to do Chiron?" Annabeth suddenly spoke up. Chiron looked to her before thinking.
"I'm afraid there's not much you both can do until Sam wakes up. Although, one thing you could do is find a place for him to stay momentarily until he is claimed. It shall only be brief however, no more than a day. Especially when considering your demand on the Olympians claiming their children Percy." Chiron said and smiled at me which I returned with a half-hearted smile of my own.
We sat once again in silence before I spoke up. "Well, if that is all Chiron, do you mind if we leave now It's just we're both exhausted and it's rather late."
Chiron nodded. "Of course. It has been a long night. Get some sleep and we shall pick this matter back up in the morning."
We nodded and followed him to the door where he waved us off before shutting it behind us. I took Annabeth's hand to which she turned to me and smiled before squeezing mine as we walked towards the Athena cabin. Walking in silence, we arrived outside of the door leading into the cabin and stopped, turning to each other. Annabeth didn't meet my eyes as she stared off into the distance, something which caused a worried look to appear on my face.
"Are you alright Annie?" I asked sincerely.
She nodded. "Yeah, just thinking about that poor boy." she said, a mix of tiredness and worry appearing her voice.
I nodded before taking her chin in my hand, her eyes meeting mine. "He'll be fine. I know it. Get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow wise girl" I whispered before planting a passionate kiss on her lips, her returning it.
"Night seaweed brain." she said before turning and walking into the Athena cabin, leaving me by myself.
I turned and headed for my cabin. As I walked my tiredness finally crept up and hit me like a bat. I increased my pace before I entered the realm of Morpheus in the middle of Camp. I chuckled. 'Perseus Jackson, defiler of Gaea, sleeping on the ground in the middle of Camp.' I thought to myself as I walked into off the cold night's air
Flashback ended
I returned to the present with a crash. The boy whom I had hit into seemed dazed and looked up at me. I got a strange feeling of deja vu as I realised that the boy was none other than Will.
"Ah, Percy, there you are" he said as I helped him off the ground.
"Hey Will, sorry about that, I was too busy thinking and not paying attention." I responded with a smile.
"Well there's some good news Percy. Sam's awake." Will said, grinning from ear to ear. "I actually came to find you so you could come get him. Chiron told me about the living situations for the boy until he was claimed."
"Great, let's go then." I said, feeling a weight being lifted off my chest with the good news. Will nodded and followed behind me, struggling to keep up with the pace I was setting to reach the Apollo cabin.
Annabeth was already there when Will and I arrived, looking nervous as she waited for me to go in with her. I walked up to her and we kissed, before entering behind Will into the Apollo cabin. I felt happy that Sam was awake, but I couldn't escape nor explain the feeling of dread that came over me as I walked through the door. This feeling washed over me, feeling somewhat terrified about meeting the boy, as if something bad would come of it. I shook my head, and pushed the thought to the back of my mind as I spied the person of interest.
Sam was now sat up in bed, happily tucking into a plate of pancakes. His ravenous eating made it seem like ha hadn't eaten in weeks, although looking at his small frame, I could believe that. I grabbed a nearby chair for Annabeth before getting one myself and we both sat down next to him. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at me, it being evident on his face that he had registered who I was and was unsure about what to say. So I decided to say something first.
"Hey Sam, how you feeling buddy?" I asked, trying not to cringe at the injuries on his face.
"Great thanks to you." he said, a smile plastering his face. "It's Percy, right?" he asked.
"Yes it is. Percy Jackson. Although I don't think I caught your last name?" I responded.
"Lillet. Sam Lillet." he spoke, shaking my hand.
"How old are you Sam?"
"Fourteen.". I looked in awe at how this battered boy, the size of a twelve year old, who was actually a lot older than I had originally anticipated. He continued to smile a lop sided smile due to the alignment of his face, seemingly unbothered by how much pain one must be in to have their entire face shifted like that. A cough came from my other half. I jumped, having forgotten the pleasantries of a conversation and the fact that Annie was sitting next to me.
"Ah yes, Sam, meet Annabeth Chase, my girlfriend. She helped me bring you here last night.". Sam shook Annabeth's hand before going back to attacking his pancakes.
"If you don't mind me asking Sam, where are your parents?" Annabeth said.
I swear I could hear a pin drop as Sam's face went from one of bliss, to one unsure about what to make of life. He shrugged.
"My mother abandoned me at birth, and my dad was killed by that big dog yesterday." he said solemnly.
I don't know if I was imagining things, but I could have sworn I saw a smile appear momentarily on his face as he told us his father was dead. I shook that thought from my head, placing it with that earlier feeling of dread.
"Oh, I'm sorry Sam" Annabeth apologised.
"Don't, it's not your fault" Sam replied.
Deciding now would be a better time than any to change the course of the conversation, I spoke.
"Do you have any idea where you are Sam?"
"Someplace safe from what you told me. A hospital?"
"Sort of." I replied, not knowing how to go about the mythology things. Luckily I didn't have to.
"How much do you know about Greek mythology Sam?" Annabeth asked.
"A bit." Sam replied.
"And what if I told you that that was all real?"
Sam thought for a moment. "I'd look at you weirder than people do when seeing me."
Annabeth paused, unsure of how to approach the subject after that comment. I took over.
"Well Sam, it does exist." I said to which he looked at me, a perplexed expression written across his face.
Annabeth and I spent the next half-an-hour telling Sam about Greek mythology and Camp Half-Blood and the existence of gods and the fact that he was a child of one, all while answering his many questions as he seemed to get more and more excited with the idea that the mythos actually existed.
"So you're telling me that my mother is a goddess?" Sam inquired with joy, his seemingly dead eyes lighting up.
I nodded which only seemed to make Sam more cheerful than he already was, a stage I didn't even know existed.
"So who is she then?" Sam asked, waiting with anticipation.
"We don't know. You haven't been claimed yet." I spoke.
Sam seemed to lose all his cheeriness and settled down, looking sad at the fact that he didn't know who his mother was. Seeing that I had caused this state, I quickly rushed in.
"But it should happen very soon. Maybe she was just sleeping?". Sam smiled and I breathed a sigh of relief, having saved myself from a particularly uncomfortable situation.
The three of us talked some more before Will came over and said that Sam had made a full recovery and was able to leave and explore the camp. He gave Will a change of clothes which included the orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt before directing him to a bathroom in which he could change. As soon as I heard the door click, indicating it was locked, I turned to Will with an inquisitive look, although it seems Annabeth beat me to it, already having opened her mouth to speak.
"What do you mean 'full recovery'? What about those horrific scars, or half of his hair and scalp having been burnt off, or the way his face is positioned?" she questioned intensely, making Will back up in fear as she approached.
"Well scars don't fade, and because of how early both of the other things have happened, it seems his body has adapted to it, adopting it as its usual state. I mean, a hair transplant could fix the first issue, but only very expensive plastic surgery from the world's best surgeon could fix his face, and even then I'm not sure if it would be possible. Hell, I don't even think my father could fix that." Will answered.
"So I'm destined to remain like this" a quiet voice said.
We all turned to face Sam who had gotten changed a lot quicker than any of us had expected. Will opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words to soothe the young boy, and so resided to nodding solemnly at him. Annabeth and I gave him pitying looks as we observed our very idiotic mistake's consequences. The consequences of which were present on the boy's face as he seemed to not know if he should cry on the spot or just retreat back into the bathroom. He seemed to make up his mind on a third option however as he gulped before giving us a half smile.
"I appreciate the effort, but it's fine, really. I've lived my life like this so far, I don't think it'll kill me to live a couple more years like it." he said, giving a little chuckle that was not replicated by either of us in the guilty party.
Will sighed and nodded before leading us to the door out of the Apollo cabin and waving us goodbye. Annabeth, Sam and I walked out into the fresh air, and took in the sight of Camp. I offered to show it to him after we had gone to my cabin first in order to get him settled in there for the time being until he was claimed. We made our way to where my cabin was located, passing campers on the way who seemed to stop what they were doing and stare at Sam, backing away slowly from the young demigod. A few of them whispered to each other. A few of the whispers I caught.
"What's a freak like that doing here?"
"Why is that deformed monster with Percy and Annabeth?"
"Another addition to the Hephaestus cabin I reckon"
The last comment gathered a number of snickers from the surrounding campers. I turned to Sam who just had his head down, looking glumly at the floor. Annabeth and I stared down any of the whisperers we could see as we pressed on. Soon we left the campers and arrived at my cabin. I lead Sam inside and showed him around as Annabeth took a seat on my bed. I showed Sam where he would be staying for the time being, where he would be showering, where he could do any reading or writing or where he could simply just chill. He responded to all of these with an affirmative mumble, looking down the entire tour, the excitement shown on his face previously had just vanished. I frowned and looked at Annabeth who returned my expression.
"How about we go see the woods? It's quiet and there's a lot of cool things to see." I suggested, hoping Sam would take the bait and start enjoying himself a little more. I made a mental note to talk to the campers about acceptance and keeping your opinions to yourself.
Luckily, he took it, much to mine and Annabeth's relief, and seemed to perk up slightly, nodding enthusiastically to my suggestion. We walked out of my cabin into the fresh air and turned in the directions of the Thalia's tree, telling Sam all about the story behind it.
Sam PoV:
It's been three days. THREE DAYS!. I've yet to be claimed. Percy's been nice and has allowed me to stay at his cabin, but I can tell that the fact he has to share it is getting a little on his nerves. It would get on mine too if I was used to privacy.
I'm not exactly sad that I haven't been claimed. Maybe a little disheartened, but not sad. I've gotten used to this horrible feeling of abandonment. So much so that it doesn't affect me anymore. I try not to think about it, which is easy when you have Percy and his amazing friends keeping you company. There's him and Annabeth and Grover and Clarisse and Leo and Rachel, and they tell me of Jason and Piper and Hazel and Frank. The last four sound really cool and I hope I meet them soon!. They tell me stories of their past adventures, they hang out with me or try to include me as much as possible as I wait to be moved to another cabin. I don't think he knows though that I know he's been using his influence around camp to get people to stop commenting on my looks or the fact that I haven't been claimed- the most popular theory on why being that I am too ugly to be loved. I appreciate the effort from Percy though, as well as the relative quietness that has come about because of it, aside from the occasional snipes from another camper, usually the Aphrodite or Ares kids. I hope to the gods that she's not my mother. I don't think I'd have a fun time in that sickly sweet cabin. Aside from them however, life seems to be looking up. I'm alone only rarely now, either at meal times or when I'm at Percy's cabin by myself, but other than that I'm having fun. I think... I think I'm making friends. Although I am still yet to determine whether they are sincere friendships, or whether they're there for pity, or special brownie points for 'being friends with the deformed kid'. I try to push those thoughts away, but they're always on my mind, though I've yet to tell that to anyone yet, including Percy, out of fear they might see me as the weakling I am and abandon me, just like everyone else.
Well, everyone except him it seems. That Voice. I hear faint rumblings of it when I'm asleep, but never enough to understand what on Earth he is talking about. I have yet to tell anyone about it, even Percy. It doesn't matter, I won't be his pawn.
A tap to my shoulder brings me out of my spiral of self-deprecating thoughts and I turn to see Percy and Annabeth standing behind me. I turn from the food I had been picking at to see their cheery faces, something which always seems to make me smile.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I say, putting on a happy front to hide my my mixed bag of emotions.
"Chiron wants to speak to us. We're going to find out who your mother is!" Annabeth exclaimed excitedly.
I practically jumped up with joy, my eyes widening at the good news. Percy claps his hand on my shoulder and leads me over to Half-Blood Hill where I see a van, waiting. Chiron stands in his centaur form in front of it, smiling as his hair waves a bit in the wind. A confused look crosses my face as I walk with Percy and Annabeth towards Chiron, something Chiron clearly notices as he moves to speak.
"Ah, Sam, there you are. I trust Percy and Annabeth didn't drag you away from anything too important?" he asks, to which I respond with a shake of my head before he continues. "That's good. Well, due to the fact that you have yet to be claimed, we have decided that Percy and Annabeth here will take you to Olympus in order to get a proper answer."
My eyes lit up as the look from before fades away, leaving only a smile caked with anticipation in its place. Chiron smiles before motioning to the van, a figure evidently sitting in it.
"That is Argus. He's both security and a taxi driver for the Campers here. He will be taking you to the Empire State Building where you will enter Mount Olympus. Mr.D is already there, calling the gods together, and it is best not to keep them waiting.."
A thousand questions buzzed through my mind, but I decided to hold off, as I thought that meeting my mother as quickly as possible took precedence over a couple of silly questions that I could always ask later. Chiron bid us farewell before trotting off to Camp Half-Blood. I eagerly followed Percy and Annabeth into the van and sat down in between them. As soon as the door was closed and our seatbelts were on, Argus was off. The journey would be about half-an-hour, so I decided to indulge myself a little in my curious side.
"So why is Mount Olympus on the Empire State building? And how do we get there?" I inquired.
Percy turned to me and smiled. "It's the tallest building in New York, as was in the world for sometime. Zeus' ego wouldn't let him have anything smaller. " A chuckle erupted throughout the van before Percy continued. "It's also apparently the cradle of western civilisation at the moment according to the gods. And we get there by going to the 600th floor."
"But there is no 600th floor. The highest is the 102nd floor. Besides, if Olympus was on top of the Empire State Building, wouldn't everyone be able to see it?"
It was Annabeth's turn to chuckle and answer. "Well, the gods have their own floor which only those with the correct key card can access. And there's something called the mist which shields the mythological world from the modern one, giving them a different impression of what's happening. You know, with your curious nature, I wouldn't be surprised if you were my half-brother"
I beamed at her. The thought of being a child of Athena does sound awesome.
We continued the journey in a good mood, making small talk over various Camp-related things, as well as having a bet about who my mother is. Annabeth opted for Athena, while Percy seemed convinced that it could be Hecate. All I know is that I'm excited to meet her.
We eventually arrived at the Empire State Building and entered it having waved goodbye to Argus. The inside was impressively large. It was clear that tourists were hoping to see inside the great building as the place was swamped, but who could blame them? It's an architectural masterpiece. We made our way over to the lobby's clerk - having only upset a couple of people with our barging while others just stared in shock at my appearance - who sat behind a desk, reading a book.
"We need access to the 600th floor please?" Percy said in a cheery tone.
"Sorry kid, doesn't exist." the clerk responded, not even looking at us when he answered.
"Listen pal, give us the key or I swear to the gods I will get Zeus to beat your ass." Percy threatened, slamming his hands on the desk, making me jump although Annabeth seemed unfazed.
The clerk seemed to take the intimidation tactic well as he handed Percy the card we needed. I followed Percy as we made our way to an elevator where, once inside, he entered the key. A deep rumbling followed, giving me a shiver as it reminded me of that Voice. I felt the elevator go up and up and up an-
Ding!
The doors opened. I was then met with a beautiful sight. The most elegant and exquisite gardens and fountains spread out across the grounds. People in the finest of clothes paced around them, chatting to one another. Temples were spread off to the sides, showcasing the various domains over which the gods worshipped. A red temple with statues of swords in front of it indicated Ares, a golden temple and silver temple, symbolising the sun and moon respectively, were obviously Apollo and Artemis' temples, the or-
A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my analysis of Olympus. I turned to see Percy.
"Come on. Best not to keep them waiting. The throne room is this way." he said and started walking towards a large building at the back of Olympus.
We walked for a good few minutes before arriving at two large, mahogany doors which no doubt lead them to the throne room. Percy pushed on the doors, opening them up to a marvelous space. A warm hearth sat in the middle of the room, surrounded in a horseshoe shape by fourteen massive thrones, each depicting their respective god or goddesses domain once again, with equally massive gods sat on them. Percy lead me round the hearth until the three of us were stood between the fourteen gods.
A gasp was heard around the room, no doubt because of my appearance. Most of them looked shocked when looking at me. Ares looked at me with a grin on his face, while Artemis and Mr.D seemed indifferent and Hephaestus looked on in pain, a hint of understanding revealed in his eyes. Percy and Annabeth bowed to the gods, motioning me down with them. When we rose, Percy moved to speak.
"My Lords and Ladies, we have come here today in order to determine the mother of this young demigod, Sam Lillet." Percy's voice echoed in the large room.
"Well, it's obvious isn't it." a deep and harsh voice spoke up, the voice of whom belonged to Ares. A confused look plastered everyone's faces while Ares only continued to smile. "It is quite clear who his mother is. With those looks it is obviously the Echidna."
A roar of laughter was met by this, particularly from the god of war himself. Having recently learnt about the Echidna, the mother of monsters, I hung my head low, praying for a hole to swallow me whole. Only a handful of gods didn't laugh, but replied in gasps of shock, or complete silence. Hephaestus again looked at me in solidarity, knowing all too well the type of comments I received. Poseidon, Athena and Hestia did not laugh at the comment, looking at Ares with fury and myself with sympathy. Soon the laughs died down as Percy went to speak again.
"Thanks for that Ares. I believe a similar wave of laughter was heard when I handed your ass to you on a silver platter when we fought." Percy retorted, a hint of malice in his voice.
Another round of laughter was heard, this time enjoyed by all but the god of war himself who sat rather meekly on his throne.
"But I digress. Lord Zeus, I ask for you to help me determine who the parent of this demigod is." Percy ordered, not really asking.
Zeus sighed before standing up. "I offer the chance to any goddess sitting here to claim this child as their own."
"How do we know its a goddess? For all we know, this child could belong to Hephaestus. The looks are most certainly uncanny." Aphrodite smirked while twiddling her hair.
Yet another round of laughter was heard. Myself and Hephaestus shrank back.
"No, it is most certainly a goddess Aphrodite. Sam said that his mother left when he was young." Percy responded coldly to the goddess.
Aphrodite ignored this, looking intently a Percy. "Speaking of demigods, Percy, how about we create a couple more?" Aphrodite seductively offered, pulling the top of her dress down a bit for all to see.
I turned to Annabeth to watch her grow red in the face from anger.
"You watch your tone and behaviour when speaking to my daughter's boyfriend!" Athena barked, causing Aphrodite to be the one to shrink backwards this time. Athena then turned to her favourite daughter and winked, cooling Annabeth down slightly.
"Ladies please! Cease your bickering so we may get this over with." Zeus ordered. "So, is anyone here the mother of this demigod?"
No sound nor movement was heard from either Aphrodite, Athena or Demeter. Zeus sighed before clicking his fingers. Within a matter of moments, Hecate had appeared.
"Hecate, is this child yours?" Zeus motioned to me.
Hecate spun to face me and winced, before spinning back around to Zeus. "No my Lord, but I can determine with magic who the godly parent is."
Zeus gestured with his hand. Hecate once again turned to face me, muttering to herself and stretching out her hands towards me. Percy and Annabeth backed away from me as purple mist left her hands, making its way towards me. The mist soon surrounded me, enveloping me in endless purple, before disappearing all at once. Hecate opened her eyes. The gods and goddesses around the room leaned in closer, watching in anticipation about who my parent was. Even Artemis couldn't help but peer closer as a symbol started to appear above my head.
It had wings.
And a beak.
And looked sort of like a dove.
And was pink...
Oh no.
It was the symbol of Aphrodite.
Wow. Aphrodite is his mum. Who would've guessed? *eyes title*
Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Please R&R. I'll probably be out with a new chapter soon.
See you in a bit!
-the unknown terrier