Disclaimer: the title's from Be Prepared from the Lion King 1994 (I don't know bout you but that new version of the song is a majo T)
Chapter 13: Be Prepared For Sensational News
Olympus
Olympus, what a lovely place. Olympus, what a damn loud place. Oh, Olympus…can't you please be quiet?!
No one on Olympus is expected to be anything but a rowdy teenager (or middle aged man) watching a ballgame during the Greeks' Capture the Flag.
Olympus-dwellers were all in the Arena, a very distinctive separation between them. The Blue Team and the Red Team.
The sounds were fucking deafening. Imagine a Neade- an animal with damn loud roar that splits the friggin earth-, a pterodactyl and a banshee fucking and giving birth to the most annyoying and loud creature ever and you still won't get how loud it was, dammit!
On the Blue side, Athena, Apollo, Hermes, Poseidon, Zeus, Hestia and their supporters were comically blue.
The Red side wasn't much better. Ares, Demeter, Artemis, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Dionysus, Hera and their supporters were all hilariously red.
Poor Hades was still in Underworld. Alone. Watching the game on Hephaestus TV 'cause Iris was putting a Hades lot of power into broadcasting the game in the Arena. His Persephone was on Olympus, his Helm was stolen. Yeah… Hades wasn't the cheeriest of the bunch. But who cares, right? His siblings certainly d-
Okay! thank you, Hades, but no thanks. No sulking now!
Forget the damn etiquette and their status as damn gods, they were all hyped up for this game. Hades, some were even frothing at the mouth.
Yup, fucking savages.
But whatever happens during the games, stays during the games.
You couldn't find anyone talking about how Hestia was pelting the opposite team with blue or red rock chocolates with colorful vocabulary to follow.
Or how Athena and Poseidon were once found dry humping with bottles of whiskey in their hands.
Or how Aphrodite and Hephaestus and Ares for seven minutes in heaven.
Or-
Yeeeah, that's enough.
Those games were always intense and exciting (understatement of the fucking millenia). Every time something new could be added. A stink bomb, a spell gone wrong that turns their bones to jelly and their skin neon pink, or spell that didn't go wrong that still fucks them up. Transformers meet Metal Godzilla. Rotten food bazookas. The variety.
This time, however, was a bit different. It could be summed up in two words: Percilia Jackson.
Yup, that bitch who gives zero fucks and doesn't care if you are a god or cockroach. Everyone was seriously looking forward to this game, to see if the rumors of her prowess during her 'initiation' were true or not. (Though some were curious enough to go watch said initiation. New slayer of the Minotaur's fighting? Hades yeah I'm watching.)
And of course, they heard- felt, really- how she was dabbling in all their domains- strengthening them by using them, digging deeper beyond the obvious. Their powers although great was nothing compared to the old times. And, now, thanks to the little, mysterious demigoddess and whatever exactly she's doing they were getting it back.
The Glory of Old.
But you never heard them saying that.
Percillia was also helping their children. Whether it be by discovering their powers, unlocking new powers, all the opportunities she's given them or helped them open their eyes too….
Also, the question of who her godly parent was on everyone's mind. Everyone had their own theories. Though, she was too random and you could find her everywhere. She was smart, and didn't trip up. So far.
Also, adding to the fact that they can't get into her head. Her mind walls truly were one hell of a buffer. And they weren't desperate enough to start stalking her.
Yet.
So, it would be insulting if you said they weren't all as eager for the game as puppies were for a game of fetch.
Immortality gets boring often enough. If something surprises them, then it probably is worth their time.
They watched as Chiron announced the beginning of the game, the bloodlust and anticipation from their children, and the roar that followed as they all went to their assigned posts.
They were not disappointed with what they saw.
A daughter of Demeter, Katie Gardner, was leading a group of her siblings- Red- to a clearing where they hid in a clearing, mixing with the foliage. A group of four Blues entered the clearing when suddenly the temperature dropped and they were shaking. And before the Blues were able to react, the girl shouted, "Now!". The next few seconds were a blur of terrified screams, man-grabbing plants, and chuckles until there were four green, human-sized cocoons, dangling or being carried away by the aurae- wind spirits- 'cause of disqualification, and the children of Demeter, gathering the fallen weapons and leaving behind a frozen clearing, cackling all the way….
The silence lasted only for about two seconds, then the Red side exploded in cheers and sneering at the Blue side that was calling bulllshit. Demeter was the loudest of all.
"Yeah! Whooo! My babies kicked yo kólos"- ass- "to the ground! Yeah!," Demeter kept screaming as Hestia was as steady as the north star with those candies. Second loudest was Persephone, who was cheering for her baby brothers and sisters.
On the Blue side Hermes was vehemently calling out names.
Dionysus' twins, Castor and Pollux, were seated on a tree. The air around the blondes reeked of rotting grapes. There was the odd camper in blue that passed through them. They immediately regretted it. They would just seize up all of a sudden and fall to the ground as if having a seizure. They would either scream their heads off or start laughing hysterically. The boys were using their father's power over insanity. Unheard of! Though it was obvious it was tiring them, the only reason reason they weren't passed out was perhaps the vials of some sort of energizing tonic they kept gulping down when they were done with a victim. They could still hear their screaming as the aurae dropped them in the infirmary.
Dionysus, looking like a college frat boy, was over the damn non-existent-roof (he is allowed on Olympus during the games to "evaluate his charges"). The Red side was left hollering and the Blue sneering when the scenes cut to the Mad Twins.
There was a face off between the children of Hephaestus and Hermes. Automatons vs. Golems. Anthropomorphic creatures created by either magic or in a workshop. It was very brutal to watch. Hephaestus' kids were all at a safe distance controlling the automatons with very complicated looking joysticks. Golems were humanoid creatures made with mud, clay or metal. They are infused with their creator's magic through the name engraved on their foreheads. (Since they couldn't move their magic or the Mist to that degree, they used their blood to draw runes. Their blood has magic enough- being half-gods and all.)
They take commands telepathically from only their Master- their creator. However, that power could be overridden if someone more powerful takes charge. Golems are virtually invulnerable, they have superhuman strength, and can only be defeated if the name on their forehead is erased or too messed up. Needless to say, the explosions of dirt and fire and metal pieces left the demigods in the infirmary.
Also cue the proud dad moments. Hermes and Hephaestus were seriously about to severely injure each other. It took the elder gods to hold them back, Hera and Demeter from one side and Zeus and Poseidon on the other. Hestia was busy looking for more rock candy.
A group of Apollo's and Hecate's children were making trails of will-o'-the-wisp (or ignis fatuus -fool's fire- or hinkypunk- hehe) in the purposefully darkened forest patches, Apollo is the god of light, but that doesn't mean he can't take it away. Will-o'-the-wisp is known for misleading travelers, and being a metaphor for false hope. The demigods followed the pretty light and were silently taken out with arrows appearing randomly from the forest followed by rustling then eerie silence.
Also enter the proud mom and dad moment. Oh, and don't forget the screaming, kids! It's contagious!
Ares and Athena's children were locked in brutal combat. It didn't pass on the gods the not-Greek styles in their fighting, though how little it was. The war gods were very analytical about it, but it wasn't for now to discuss. Now it was for them to jump at each other's throats. Their kids were now making it very hard for the other.
Ares' spawns were, somehow, able to replicate their father's ability to produce Anger. Anger makes you more ferocious- but sloppy. The Athena children, unknowingly, took a page out of Percillia's book and were spouting random trivia-did-you-know that were seriously messing with the others' heads and getting them angry. What an angry fest- sheesh!
The scenes kept going back and forth. Though definitely non were disappointing.
At some point, Aphrodite produced two Uzis out of nowhere and started howling and firing bullets into the air when her babies took out their own battalion of the Blue Team. And it was all the louder from the stunned silence that followed, but that was quickly taken care of. That is some Proud Mom Moment, trademarked with fuschia and black Uzis.
They all watched as Luke Castellan, a son of Hermes, battered and bloody, overcame the final defense, man-eating plants and nauseating not-perfume, and snatched the flag, a purple shield-ward around him, and made his way to his side of the forest -not easy in the slightest, bro- winning the game for the Blue Team.
The Blue side made sure to not let the Red side forget who won. It was loud! And ouch- did it hurt. Oh, the little sneaking thief. (No foreshadowing here, nope. Go home.) Yeah!
But then they screen flickered again, and, finally, the mysterious demigoddess appeared. From the sounds coming from the forest, Luke was fighting the flesh-munching plants.
Iris seemed was just as curious. And one Hades of a director. She should look into the industry some time soon.
Percillia was lying on a boulder in the creek, headphones on, listening to music, and looking like she didn't have a problem with the world, or that a game-turned-mock-battle was going on behind her.
She ignored when a camper came out the forest screaming and subsequently grabbed by a very distinct looking grape-vines. She only hummed a "Good job, boys" and went back to humming with the song.
She also ignored when a metal shrapnel on fire was launched at her, only rolling to the side a bit to avoid it crashing into her. "Nice."
Also that one time when a stray arrow almost took her eye out. Her only reaction was to catch it when it was inches away from her face. With her eyes closed. They'd call her a show off, but there was no one around her, and she didn't know the entirety of Olympus's watching. "Watch where your aiming, Mike-y!" she scolded the son of Apollo as he jumped trees beside her.
There was nothing resembling a weapon on her. Her armour was in a crumpled heap beside her.
"Does this girl not have any self-preservation?" Elpis- goddess of Hope- wondered from the stunned spectators as a bunch of screaming, freezing and pink demigods appeared near her and were grabbed by Celestial Bronze whips. The girl gave her a significant boost, what with all the unintentional hope she's been giving to the Camp like candy.
"Maybe, Little Moxie isn't as much as she is made out to be," Ares sneered. All he saw was a tiny girl. She didn't even have a weapon!
"Shhh, something's happening," A voice shushed the growling Ares.
Perci's head suddenly snapped up, and a Cheshire smile lit up her sea green eyes. If Zeus wasn't so into the whole game spirit he would've done something very stupid. But his competitive side perked up when a group of Red's came against the Blue player a minute later.
Even though Percillia was now facing five armed demigods, and one was Clarisse La Rue, the notorious daughter of Ares, she seemed completely at ease, even going as far a taunting them.
"She really does not care about her wellbeing, does she?" A very calculative Athena asked, her daughter was near- and invisible. Poseidon snorted.
They didn't have time to wonder about that, 'cause Percillia was suddenly fighting of all five them with only a sword and an athame- why is she fighting with a ceremonial dagger? Who knows. And the sword? Many recognized Anaklusmos, thanks to its bloody history.
She was impressive. She jumped in between the whips and slipped in out of the swords and fans and spear's reach like an agile little kitten. Or like water. It looked more like she was dancing, than actually sparring. It was very beautiful watching her fluid, graceful and non-awkward movements.
She got hurt, of course, but it was more like she let them do it….
"She's holding back," Hera noticed in disbelief.
"Why is she holding back?" Nemesis, goddess of Retribution, mused.
"She's just toying with them!" Eris, the goddess of Strife, exclaimed gleefully.
"Or maybe she just doesn't want to hurt her friends?" Harmonia, the goddess of Harmony, suggested softly.
They just watched as she kept maneuvering around and knocked them all out. They also watched as eidolons came in and took over the group of Red's, they also watched as Percillia talked to them, and how contracted her muscles were, how much restraint she was showing. It wasn't obvious for mortals, at all. But the immortals with their superior senses were very aware of how much she was obviously holding back. She looked scary and pissed. Adorable.
They also continued to watch as she was almost chopped to ground meat in silence, she only screamed when the spear was too close to her heart for comfort with the floating knife in her gut. The eidolons were having a swell time enjoying their enemy's pain. A barrier was up, the children of Hecate working on taking it down.
Things got real bad real quick. "Oh, Theoi," an Oread, a mountain nymph, whined.
Yeah, nobody was going to acknowledge the menacing golden aura for as long as damn possible.
And, well, the little demigoddess was glaring daggers at Thanatos right now. Who was casually talking to her…
"Well, she was really pretty," a Naiad mourned.
"And cute."
"And brave."
"And fucking dead," a Keres, a female spirit of violent and bloddy deaths on the battlefield, said non-chalantly.
Poseidon whimpered. No one was in the mood to comment on it, they were more interested in the girl pulling a dagger and spear out of her gut and heart.
"FUCKING HELL!" her voice echoed in the absolute silence- here and there. "That. Fucking. Hurt!"
The spectators- immortal or mortal, Blue or Red- all cheered for her as she took the eidolons out with a maybe-psychotic-but-definitely-whiplashing-talk beforehand, ignoring her water control since they already figured it out when the water healed her from the brink of death.
She was quick and efficient. She took out the invisible daughter of Athena first to avoid being blind sided and left their leader for last. It kinda hurts to watch your subordinates get taken out while you are helplessly watching.
Oh, and Ares takes away what he said about her, Little Moxie was on hell of a warrior. And she did have all those weapons on her. The wicked flaming whip, the black dagger, the athame, and sword. What else is she carrying? He was almost dying of curiosity, his weapon-sensors on.
Poseidon was giving off serious Proud Dad vibes. His smirk almost made Athena jump him. Aaaaand not that way! With a sword, ughhh. Why is everything sexualized? She wanted to run him through with her spear. There, weirdness averted? Nope, too late. Fuck it.
They also watched in silence as she cut off a Hellhound's head in a blur of unexpected speed and shot the other in the head with deadly accuracy without even looking.
"Did she just…" the dryad's question hung in the air.
"Yup," a Nereid confirmed.
That was the last thing the Olympians, including Hestia, heard before flashing to the Throne Room, thanks to Zeus's mental summons.
They all appeared looking like themselves, gods not game fanatics. As soon as they were seated, a cacophony of arguments begans. How did so many monsters enter Camp? Was the barrier weakening? Is the demigoddess too powerful to live? Who is the Lightning Thief? What the Tartarus is the Crooked One up to? Is he even up to be up to something? And how do you get around the ban to talk about the previous two questions?
At moments like these, Zeus really misses his Bolt.
They all shut up when a Hellhound's head appeared before Poseidon's throne. Or Fishing seat, depends on who you ask. A very nice conversation stopper. The others looked stunned.
He just chuckled and waved his hand. The head disappeared and a screen appeared, showing Percillia getting officially claimed as Poseidon's.
"It is Determined," Chiron's voice resonated in the silence. "Poseidon. God of the Seas. The Earthshaker. The Stormbringer. Father of Horses. All hail, Percillia Jackson, daughter of the Sea God!"
It really shouldn't have surprised them as it did. She looked exactly like her father, more delicate and feminine and softer, of course- but the black hair, the eyes, her current posture, the volatile temper…
The girl's face was stoney. The green light of the trident contouring her beautiful face, her aristocratic features. She looked every bit the Sea Princess she is.
After that moment of wonder passed, Poseidon snickered and a look of maybe-terrifying mischief shone in his own sea green eyes. Oh, shit….
Seconds later Cake By The Ocean by DNCE was blasting throughout the Sound. And he brought dolphins. Damn… Wow, Athena did not expect that. Cute little sprites were dancing around the giant water cake and the adorable dancing and laughing Sea Princess.
Poseidon was momentarily brought out of his concentration by a stinking box dropping in front of Zeus. The connection was severed but Poseidon still kept the shtick going on in the Camp.
"Hermes?" Zeus rumbled and raised an eyebrow.
"It's for you, Father," Hermes replied neutrally, though he eyed the note stuck to the package with a dagger warily.
Athena sighed loudly and plucked the note. She began reading, and with each word she read her eyebrows reached new heights.
"What does it say, Daughter?" Zeus was honestly curious. What could make his composed daughter react like that?
Athena struggled to find something to say, until she finally cleared her throat and read the note-
To: Zeus
The Throne Room, Zeus's Palace, Olympus, 600th floor, Empire State Building, Manhattan, New York
Uncle Dearest,
I so don't appreciate your 'welcome-to-the-family' gift. Too rowdy and stinky. So I'm giving it back!
A little used, sorry. Enjoy!
Xoxo,
Your Favorite Niece, Perci
PS: Please stop cursing mortals, you aren't the ones who have to fight them for you lives. We have to clean up after you. Not fun. That applies to all you listening! Killing them is so much easier and gets the damn point through!
The audacity! The impudence! The insolence!
Zeus's face was red along with the others. Poseidon choked on his own spit.
The box disappeared, but the battered, bloody and rotting head of the Minotour lifelessly gazed into Zeus's storming eyes.
"How dare she!" Zeus bellowed. "She should be smited for her insolence!"
"Brother," Poseidon growled menacingly. "You will not harm my daughter."
"Oh, and if her insolence isn't enough, she is also your daughter, Brother," Zeus hissed back. "You broke the Oath."
Poseidon scoffed. "Please, Brother," he sneered. "Use another argument."
The Olympians all sighed. Instead of discussing the more important matters at hand, no, they go and fight about each other's sex lives. Lovely.
"Brothers!" Hestia raised her voice above her baby brothers'. It was slightly reprimanding. "There are more important matters to discuss than your infidelity."
They calmed down, but the glares were still there. But Apollo soon dropped that his baby cousin was a seer. Yup, a seer.
"Little Cuz is a seer alright," Apollo grinned at the agitated looks of his fellow Olympians. "You could call her gift… True Colors, I suppose." He looked mighty proud of the freshly coined name. "She sees the person's inner… or true intentions, forms, feelings. She is also very intuitive," Apollo kept drawling, enjoying the others' varying reactions. "Which explains why she can see your divine form, 'Nysus!" he finished exuberantly.
"How-"
Apollo cut him off harshly, with an insulted look, "I am the god of Prophecy, Brother."
"My apologies, Brother," Dionysus sneered. "And since we are talking about her," he paused until he had the room's attention. "She found out who the Lightning Thief is."
There was an uproar of 'impossible' and 'you are lying' and lots of other insulting things our resident drunkard did not appreciate. He slammed his Thyrsus on the floor, just because he was the youngest he was not going to let them all step over him. He was an Olympian for a reason, and, no, not because Zeus was a corrupt bastard. Though no one is denying he is.
He looked at his older sister with a raised eyebrow. Athena cleared her throat, "How about we discuss this the… mature way?"
Hephaestus snorted. That'll be a first.
"If my best trackers could not locate my Bolt," Zeus offered in a low voice. The aforementioned gods joined the sneer fest. "What makes you think the mortal knows where it is?"
"I said she knows who the Thief is, though she refuses to 'rat them out so soon'," Dionysus faced his father. "Not where it is, Father." He waved a casual hand, "Though I bet my money she is on her way to figuring that out."
"What makes you say that, Nephew?" Demeter joined the discussion.
"Well," he smirked and looked at his Uncle. "I don't think it's my place to say."
"Cut to the chase, Dionysus," Aphrodite glared at him. "We all know what she has been doing these past weeks."
"Building herself an Empire, you mean?" Hermes cocked his head to the side, mischievously innocent.
"What do you mean?" Zeus inquired suspiciously.
"You, seriously, can not say you don't feel all the fluctuations?" Athena raised an incredulous eyebrow at her father.
"She is training the demigods in more than the typical forms and styles of combat they do at Camp, and is personally working with the younger ones," Ares put in with a bloodthirsty look. "They're calling her the Weapons' Master- Mistress, for the misogyny of the world" -a sneer- "And have you heard about the little Triumvirate she's part of? Or how she has no problem standing against my own children. But rather enjoys it." Wow, dude… the asshole act is reaching new levels of assery.
"The thriving businesses in Camp are all built on her finances. Her own money," Hermes added.
Athena looked at her rival. She couldn't deny that his spawn was an intellectual and very intelligent. But she would not admit it this soon. Or at all. His pride doesn't need a boost. (Such a hypocrite, ughh!)
"She's a threat," Zeus said as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Or," Hera, for the first time spoke, countered. "She is a potential powerful ally against Fa… whatever is stirring. Especially, if she is the Prophecy child." Everyone ignored the intentional slip-up.
"What do you care?" Poseidon voiced all their thoughts. And although surprised at her defending a demigod- "proof of your infidelity"-, he was very suspicious. "Scratch that. What are you getting out of it?"
She just smiled cooly- there is the Hera they all know. "Her sense of family is intriguing enough for me not to want her dead. Yet."
Before anything else was said, the doors to the throne room opened and two deities walked in and bowed.
Zeus straightened. "Lady Hecate. Lord Morpheus," he acknowledged. "What brings you here?"
"My Lord," Hecate smiled. But it wasn't the happy type. "There are strange Magicks happening at the Camp." The titaness looked sour at the mention of the place. "And it is not from my children."
"Do you know who is performing it?" Athena asked. With He-Who-Won't-Be-Acknowledged rising, anything could be messing with their children's safe haven.
"I think you know who," she said. "Your permission, my King?" She waited for Zeus's nod before she waved her hand.
They all closed their eyes as the scene played behind their eyes.
It was the one and only Percillia. And she looked captivating and so unnaturally ethereal and bewitching. Out of this world, even.
Her velvet-sweet voice captured all their attention. And the power- Oh, her power! It was mouth watering. Her elegant but precise movements, the gentle ring in her voice, echoing in the candle-lit chamber. Her vibrant eyes were glowing, blue and green clashing and swirling, her dark pink lips moving in a fascinating way. Her long black hair with highlights of blue, green and purple swaying from the power she was emitting, as were her robes. Anaklusmos laid on the altar in front of her and the same athame from before in her hand.
It was as if it was the first time they had seen a ritual performed.
They were all startled from the haze when she quipped, "... That was awfully dramatic."
Oh, she would have made one Hades of a priestess.
They were all breathing heavily. "What was that?" Demeter demanded. Seriously, what just happened.
"That was a ritual," Hecate raised an eyebrow at the winded Olympians. She would never admit it out loud, but she was also affected as much by it as they were, if not more. The magick the girl produced was delicious, different and dark. She hadn't felt that old of a magick since the Old Times.
"Not what she meant," Ares growled at the titaness. He most definitely did not like the effect her voice had on him. It was almost as bad as his girlfriend's Charmspeak. And that is saying something.
The elegant titaness did not like his tone. She fought of the sneer with a blank look, "Even though she was using a… Greek book for the ritual of Atlantean origins," she looked at Poseidon, who was very out of it.
He knew his daughter was powerful, but that is reaching new levels. He was proud, no doubt, but he was scared of his brother's paranoia. The danger it poses. "But the way it was performed… the magic used was distinctly Fae," Hecate whispered the last word, smirking.
Magic from another world, not the Mist. Another realm they did not dare to dabble or trifle with...
And that opened a whole other door that they weren't about to discuss just now. Bigger problems at hand, like, for example, the ripple followed by the Camp boundary becoming twice as strong, and the power signature of the one and only Percillia Jackson.
Dionysus was frowning. What are you doing, Nixie?
Hestia flashed in a column of fire to the Camp Hearth. She was needed there. Zeus wouldn't dare reprimand her for going without permission. Nobody can really.
Hecate also left- not without permission from the whore king- while they were all thinking, she did what she came to do. Morpheus, however, was seriously getting tired of being cussed out every time the demigoddess sleeps. He might deserve it, yet again he governed the Dream Frequencies not make them. He was standing on the side for now, but it was almost time. And the news he had...
The fact that the girl was using Fae magic was unsettling, that her mortal blood hasn't yet burned was even more so. Her being Poseidon's was a great factor, but her mother now didn't seem to be just an unknowing or clear-sighted mortal. For how else could a mere demigod- a child of the Big Three or no- wield such power?
Poseidon knew there was something different and more about her the day she found that water pool in the Paris Catacombs. The fact that it opened after being sealed for this long, and that the Sea Princess's Blade chose and went to her… it was unnerving if he was being honest with himself.
She was after all his firstborn and only mortal daughter. She is entitled to wield most of his powers. Firsts, ultimately, were cherished for a reason. The early bird gets the worm.
Even through the times he watched over her were not of his choosing. He couldn't see her whenever he wanted, no. The Fates knew what it all meant. And now that tidbit about the Fae…
What else is his daughter hiding?
"Is there something you need, Lord Morpheus?" Zeus rumbled from his throne, looking for all the world like he was bored as Tartarus and not boiling with rage and suspicion. Not at all concerned about the letter tucked inside his suit pocket, or that none of the others had even noticed it pinned there right in between the Minotaur's hollowed and rotting eyes. Or his retrieving it.
"Majesty," Morpheus bowed to him. He flicked his hand and the minor god stood. The Olympians all refocused on the conversation. "There's been disturbances in Dream Frequencies. The Oneroi"-deities of dreams and Morpheus' brethren- "and myself have been keeping the brunt of it at bay. But it began gaining a foothold recently…"-his membranous wings rustled and his face soured- "Today, however, it seemed more eager and insistent. And the damage was near devastating."
Silence. Dreams...the one thing they all knew not to tamper with. Not without the Council's absolute consent. The importance of Dreams to mortals and immortals alike…
This was an act of provocation, an outright insult. And-
"Why am I only now hearing of this?" Zeus was the absolute personification of the calm before the storm. The others- wary but playing every possible scenario in their minds. No one spoke, and that was enough to know how much shit was about to hit the fan. Lots and lots and lots of it.
The weather wasn't all that pretty anymore, and many are canceling any plans of enjoying the summer weather this weekend.
"Your Majesty banned anyone from mentioning Him," Morpheus was not feeling so good right now, though his face showed none of it as he kept his head down. "Bu-"
"Then why are you here, Morpheus," Zeus knew he was being unreasonable with his anger. But if it was his father…
"Because, My Lord," Morpheus swallowed. Gods did not need to breathe oxygen, but aether they did. And it was getting harder and harder to breathe. "His Crookedness"-all of them stiffened and frowned, though it was only whispered- "took over a specific Frequency and was preparing to use it tonight."
"How long has this been going on, Morpheus?" It was Poseidon this time. He wasn't happy and the bad feeling in his gut was not helping. And his face showed that he wasn't particularly in a forgiving mood.
"A while, Lord," his head bowed to Poseidon. And the blood in his veins were not moving as they should. He added, "It was scarce and unnoticeable at first"- a grunt- "a small prodding here and there, but it was taken care of. Recently, it became more insistent and it started expanding from just mortals to-to the half-bloods."
Oh, Morpheus… Poor, poor you. "You let it escalate without reporting the threat. A threat against our children," Demeter was furious and it became colder in the throne room.
If the gods agreed on anything, it was about how territorial they are. Their children, their own children were not something they gambled with- no matter what they portrayed. And if the Dreams were being tampered with… by him-
"Why are you really here, Lord Morpheus?" Athena asked, pinning him with her steely, calculating glare. "You could have come tomorrow. Everybody knows the 'raddest' parties thrown after the game."
"What happened in the game helped confirm my suspicions, Lady." Please Athena, you please Zeus. "I thought you might want to witness what His-"
"Well, at least you got one thought right," Apollo drawled from his throne, the small smile was anything but friendly.
The others were all stone faced.
"My Lords and Ladies," Morpheus raised his head. "If you could call back Lady Hestia?"
"Why," Aphrodite purred. "Afraid the big, bad gods will hurt you?" Oh, Aphrodite was in one of those moods then… Shit.
"No," he swallowed as Aphrodite looked him up and down. "The Lady of the Hearth now has her."
Poseidon snarled and narrowed his eyes, "Spit it out already, Morpheus."
"His Crookedness wants to talk to your daughter, Lord." If there was one thing worse than a furious Zeus, it was a furious Poseidon. And his temper was close to snapping its leash. The dread he's feeling getting worse and worse. "Bad. He's been trying for a whi-"
"How bad exactly?" Zeus flashed his teeth. Pretty smile… He summoned his sister mentally and was filling her in.
"It must be bad enough if he came here himself to warn you, Father," Hermes- ever the mischievous god- was grinning. "Bad enough he can't hide it- or behind it- anymore." Ooh, a dangerous line Hermes…
Before anyone else can pitch in, Hestia fired in (in her not eight year-old form) with the one and only… Percillia Jackson.
Hello, hello... Hiya. I'm not dead, unfortuneatly. I'm sorry for the wait. I really am. But as promised...
Summary: It's an Olympus POV for Capture the Flag. And their reactions. Especially at the new developments by our dearest Perci. They also want to see her. And she is hidden from scrying and mind searching. Thet are intrigued by her and her influence on their children- which they are very possessive and territorial about. (Cabin 11 most certainly agrees.) They see her power both physical and magic. Signs of the Crooked One rising keep staring them in the face, but Zeus and the Council are excellent at Dodgeball. Hecate comes in with news of Perci literally using out of the magick- with a ck to show how ancient and hallowed it is. Morpheus is then under the Council's ire for not reporting a threat- yes, Zeus, it's not you're fault no one can talk bout him, and you definetly didn't make the ban. Dreamland- hehe- is being taken by our favorite Crazy Farmer bit by bit. And the Dream Frequencies- as mentioned above- are not to be trifled with~
I was locked ou of the email I use to write this on. Got my password finally reset a couple days ago.
I know I promised the quest this chapter, but this is very important to further the plot. Perci isn't all knowing (unfortuneately). So this Pov (Olympus) is important, might appear every now and then.
This as short as I managed, hope it's okay.
I also hope the entire chapter I wrote is posted, not like last time. I fixed last time though, so...
Please, please, please Review. I need ideas and motivation.
-3anona, out!