I do not Own Percy Jackson or Arrowverse

A/N: Well I gotta say this story has gotten more views in one day than any other story of mine even has. I was gonna wait a few days to post the next chapter but I'm bored so here it is

Summary: Clarisse La Rue left her home in Ohio when she was ten, escorted by satyr Gleeson hedge, leaving behind her older brother, in Central City, who she loved above all else. The one who raised her. Years pass, both the Titan and Giant war have passed, and Clarisse hasn't spoken or heard from her brother since she came to Camp, having been a full-time camper on her brother's request so she could be safe from her stepfather, his father, Lewis. Clarisse, or Lisa, decides to hunt down her older brother but before she can leave Rachel issues a prophecy to her. A prophecy about her Older brother. She, Percy Jackson, and Annabeth chase a quest to Central to find her brother, but things are not the same as before, when she finds him she finds he's not the same person she remembers.

Godly Talks

A thousand thoughts were running through his mind at once, and he was feeling a whirlwind of different emotions. Anger, hope, sorrow, guilt, pride, fear. There was a lot of fear. Clarisse pulled him to his feet. He struggled to get balanced on his own but he couldn't, he swayed and was forced to let Clarisse take his weight. To let her support him. He hated looking weak. Epically in front of his baby…. Little sister. He couldn't call her his baby sister anymore; she had grown up. She had come all the way from New York on her own without any help. And she had survived two wars as much as he hated to admit it, Clarisse could take care of herself.

There were footsteps. He thought Lewis's goons were back to have more 'fun' with him but that wasn't it. When he looked up he saw two teens who were probably about his sister's age, 18 or 17. They both wore Orange T-shirts and clay bead necklaces like Clarisse did. There was a boy and a girl.

The girl had blonde hair with a strange grey streak on the right side and grey eyes that held wisdom in them. she had a bag slung over her shoulder a Celestial bronze knife attached to her waist in a sheath and a normal Mortal dagger ties around her waist with paracord that would fall apart and release the dagger if she were to pull on it. Her necklace had seven clay beads of assorted colors and a collage ring she had some freckles but they were only on the end on her nose. She honestly looked like one of those California girls that you would see on the beach, but she looked but smarter than any of those girls could ever dream to be.

The boy was slightly taller than her, he had messy black hair and sea-green eyes in a way the boy kind of reminded him of Harry Potter. There was a scar on his cheek, his necklace only had five clay beads on it. He got the feeling that this boy had see a few things he could also feel the aura of power coming off of him.

Leonard glanced over at his sister, she had most definitely gotten taller since he had last seen her, she wore the same orange shirt as the other two but unlike theirs hers had the sleeves ripped off of it. Where the other two wore jeans and tennis shoes Clarisse had on camo pants and combat boots. She had a few more scars than she did when she was ten. When she saw him looking at her she gave him that innocent smile he loved, her Deep brown eyes gleaming with joy. He couldn't help but to smile himself, her smile was always infectious, just like her laugh. She had on a red bandana that helped to hold her choppy brown hair back out of her face. Her camo cargo pants were held up with a chain belt. It wasn't easy to see with her clothes in the way but Leonard could tell that his sister had gained quite a bit of muscle. Her necklace held eight clay beads and The Alexa ring. He had given that to Clarisse to hold onto while she was at camp. He had gotten that ring on a Job gone south.

Alexa Marcus had betrayed both him and Mick. Before the heist, Mick and Alexa were a thing. Leonard hadn't known and Alexa came onto him the night before, she gave him the ring Mick had given her. After the heist went down only Leonard and Mick had gotten out of it alive, Alexa had collapsed the building, Leonard shown the Ring to Mick, realizing what Alexa had done he tried to give it back to Mick but Mick, his best friend, his love, told him just to keep it. That ring became a reminder to him that even the best-made plans could crash and burn.

"What happened?" The boy asked 'what happened?' Leonard wanted to scoff what the hell kind of question was that. He felt a cool sensation in his gut, his fingers tips started to get cold, Leonard closed his eyes and took a deep breath the sensation faded away and the cold vanished. He couldn't afford to lose control, and he didn't want Clarisse to know about his new ability. Her world was crazy enough without Adding Meta-Human's to the mix

"I'll give you a guess it isn't that hard to figure it out" Leonard said

"Lenny" Clarisse says

"What?" Leonard asked

"be nice"

"I was, he asked a stupid question. I could have been worse about it" Leonard said

"Well, I can most definitely see the relation. The first time we meet Clarisse tried to shove my head in a toilet" the boy says

"Clarisse" Leonard said

"You have absolutely no room to talk. You locked mick in a supply closed for three hours after he saved your life when the two of you met" Clarisse said

"Still you could have done better than a swirly that so lame," Leonard said "Can we get out of this fucking basement"

"We can't really leave the house. Lewis has us trapped" the girl said

"upstairs is better than a basement. I need food and water, preferably before I pass out. I'm kind of light-headed" What little strength he had failed him and he collapsed fully onto Clarisse who staggered before lifting him up in a fireman's hold and carrying him up the stairs. She set him down on the old red couch that was in the living room, it had been ten years since he had seen this place. He left not even a week after they dropped Clarisse off at camp. On the way back from New York he and mick had made it official between the two of them, once lewis had found out he had kicked Leonard out which had been fine by him, he just moved in with Mick. Mick's one-bedroom had posed an issue to them when Leonard was trying to move out with Clarrise but since she was at camp and they were a couple the one-bedroom worked. He felt his consciousness slipping until he felt a warm hand on his cheek. He found himself looking into a pair of bright green eyes.

"Stay with us man, Clarisse is trying to find you something to eat. You'll be alright, just stay with us. You gotta stay awake" The boy said Leonard was really tired and weak. The four weeks of torture and the past three of being violated had warned on him. They had barely fed him or given him water. He usually hated being touched but he let his head rest against the boy's hand. The boy smelt like the sea, usually he hated water but at that moment it was comforting. He could vaguely hear Clarisse and the blonde discussing something. The boy pulled his hand away and walked out of view. Leonard was too tired and weak to even turn his head. He tried to listen to what was being said but he couldn't make out what was being said, similar to how voices warped when you were underwater. The voices stopped and someone pulled him up to lean back against them. The blonde girl appeared in front of him this time.

"Are you sure that's safe, he's Mortal" the one behind him said, they were closer so it was easier to make out

"Apollo wouldn't send it if it wasn't."

"but what if you give him too much"

"He only sent an eyedropper of it, and it's only half full"

"It's made with nectar. He's mortal" He couldn't make out who was speaking but obviously something had been sent. He wondered how they had gotten to the mailbox, A sweet warm liquid was dripped into his mouth. He was sure he moaned with pleasure it tasted like Mick's homemade hot chocolate that always had an extra shot of Tequila in it. His eyes began to get heavy, too heavy for him to keep open, so he stopped trying and he sank into a dream


He stood in a strange place, a thick posion Green fog swirled around at his feet so thick he couldn't see the ground, There was nothing for miles aside from the raised fire pit and the Three Three-legged stools that sat around the Fire place one on the side he was on, and two on the opposing side of the fire place. The fire was roaring with a strange dark Blue color. The sky above made him uneasy, it was an unnatural Grey color and seemed to have the same texture of the green fog that was blocking out the ground. The Fog seemed to be thickest around him. He tried to touch the fog but his hand passed through it he wasn't sure what he thought he would accomplish by that. He turned around to see if could see anything, some things were beginning to appear around him. Behind him, he saw a beach which had waves that were crashing to the shore, but just like the sky, something was wrong. The water was blue but it looked to dark as if it was poisoned. Leonard could now feel a chill in the air which the fire behind him should have stopped. He looked to his left and he saw a forest that gave him chills a black mist was veiled over the forrest making it look unsettiling. Past the forest, there was a City. Bright lights shined. He was certain the city was miles away but he could hear the sounds of partying. That was not at all appalling. The City reminded him of Las Vegas. He despised Vegas. Mick had joked that they should run of to Vegas to get married once. Leonard had shot that idea down immediately. Leonard turned to his right and he saw a door. It was a simple door, painted white with a simple round gold handle. Greek letters were engraved into the door handle. Leonard could speak and understand it pretty well, but he could not read Greek. The door bothered him it stood there attached to nothing, there was no building through it no walls to hold it up, it had hinges but those hinges were not attached to anything at all. Doors like that one could not stand up like this one was on their own. There was an angelic-looking white light that peaked around the edges of the door. This whole place made him uneasy. He turned back to the fire intending to sit down but instead, he yelped sitting on the previously unoccupied stools on the other side of the fire where two people. The first was a man, no a boy he was most defintally a teenager, in a vibrant yellow one-shouldered toga that was held together by a sundial clasp. The green fog seemed to avoid him so Leonard could see both a Gold bow and Quiver and a lyre resting on the stone by his feet. There was a gold Laurel crown on his head. He has tan skin as if he spent his days out in the sun, and golden blond hair so gold it looked as if it held the sun's rays in it. He had eyes as bright as the sky, and when he smiled at Leonard he felt as if he were looking directly at the sun. The other person was a young girl about eight or nine in age, she wore a simple white toga that tied behind her head. She had on simple sandals and beside her she had only one thing. A jar with a single lonely girl in it. The little girl radiated the feeling of warmth and safety. She had a darker skin tone than the boy, her dark hair seemed to reflect the fire giving it a reddish tint. Her eyes were a soft brown. She gave him a warm apologetic smile. Something behind them caught his eye it was a Bright Yellow Lamborgini. Leonard didn't see any roads anywhere and he knew cars like those could not handle off-road driving. The two of them must've come from the car.

"Hello Leonard" The girl said, she knew his name, that was unsettling "We didn't mean to startle you. Please, have a seat we need to talk" Hesitantly Leonard sat down on the stool. When he sat the fog cleared a little, on the ground by the stool laid four rife bullets. He wasn't sure what they were doing there but he picked them up and put them off to the side. It was then he noticed what he was wearing. He had on a of ripped blue jeans, and black boots. He wore a shirt he never would even wear it was bright orange similar to the ones his sister and her friends had been wearing. He also had on an oversized biker jacket. The Alexa ring was now on his left pinky, his hair French braided down his left side decorated with dark blue glitter, he also had on a gold necklace, on the end of the necklace was a pendant of a Greek war helmet. Hanging on his waist however was a glowing Bronze sword. He glew in the same mannor his sisters friends knife did. Something was written on it but he couldn't make out what

"Who are you. How do you know my name" He demanded, the fire was starting to change from blue to red.

"We have both been watching you for a while" The boy says "As smart as you are, you should know who we are, considering the world your sister is a part of"

"Be nice, he's been through a lot" The girl slapped the boys arm

"OW Gods of Olympus that hurt" the boy rubbed his arm 'gods of Olympus Leonards mind began to go into overtime 'gods of Olympus, laurel, lyre, togas, fire' he knew they were all connected but he couldn't figure out how he glanced down at the jar at the little girls feet. He knew that Jar. He had read the story. In the myth's it had been a box but there was no mistaking it. Pandora's Box. He looked at the little girl sitting lonely inside the jar like she had for ages ever since. That little girl who looked so sad and Lonley was Hope. He looked at the nine year old, there was no way she was Pandora. He then looked at the fire place to find it wasn't a fire place at all it was a sleak golden hearth suronded not buy stone but of the finest marble. The fire seemed to flicker only toward the girl. He knew who she was. He then looked at the boy what had been so hard to figure out moments before was so clear and obvious to him now, there was only one person in Mythology that was not only an archer but shone as vibrant as the sun. he went to tell them his guess but he got distracted

"Is that hope?" He asked gesturing to the jar. He wanted to curse himself the girl smiled down at the Jar

"It is I have been caring for her for a year. Keeping her warm in my fires, caring for her. Percy Jackson gave her jar to me durining the Titan war, whereever I go Elips is there right by my side. That is the most I can do for her as I can not release her or the world will cease to have hope" The girl said

"You must be Hestia then" Leonard said

"Indeed I am. The most overlooked goddess." Hestia says

"If you were overlooked I don't think Percy Jackson would have entrusted Elips to you" Leonard says, Both Hestia and Elips smiled at him

"I can see why your sister is so found of you" Hestia says "If you hadn't figured it out this is Apollo"

"Honestly, I was expecting him to recognize me and mistake you are my little sis" Apollo said leaning back on the stool Leonard raised an eyebrow

"Isn't Artemis nine days older than you?" He asked, Apollo made a noise of shock. Hestia grinned

"I deal with demi-gods daily and not a one of them seams to know that or care enough to correct me and my first encounter with a Mortal that isn't for personal reasons it gets pointed out" Apollo says

"Apollo we have business to attended to this place will not hold forever" Hestia chided

"Where am we?"

"ooh I like him, demi-gods always say I. Your in the place between worlds" Apollo says

"What?" Leonard said

"You are lingering between life and death" Hestia says

"I'm guessing I didn't make it then" Leonard says

"That are yet to be determined. You are not dead but as of this moment you are also not alive. However you will not die today" Apollo said he reached into his pocket (Since when did togas have pockets?) and pulled out a vial of golden Liquid and handed it to Leonard "Drink that once we are gone it will allow you to pass back through the door to the land of the living, however if you truly want to you could always go to the woods, the veil will lift when we leave. They will lead you to the underworld where you would receive Elysium."

"What is this?" Leonard asked investigating the Vile

"It is a Physicians cure. Slightly altered but I'll still work" Apollo says

" What are with these bullets" Leonard asked picking the bullets up again

"A gift from Ares" Hestia says "They will help you if your in a jam, just smash it on the ground at your feet. Is what he said"

"He wants me to smash a bullet"

"Easily breakable when they are needed" A gruff voice said from the left. Two more stools had appeared. Two more people had joined the party. Leonard didn't need to guess who they were. He already knew Ares and Aphrodites.

"What does it do" Leonard asked, Aphrodite frowned at him

"Strange, most people, especially Mortals are affected by either the fear or Anger waves my boyfriend radiates, but you Leonard Snart. You are different" Aphrodite said. Ares Ignored his girlfriend, looking directly at Leonard he removed his sunglasses. His eyes were literal flames.

"They are seeds, they Summon a creature that can help you. A Spartori. He will take orders from you but he can only understand simple commands." Ares says

"Does he have a name?" Leonard asks

"Grey is what my Roman Son called him but I don't see how that matters. That sword, It's also from me. Take a look at it" Ares said, Leonard shoved the bullets into the pocket of the jacket and pulled the sword from his waist the sword seemed to change colors, it went from silver to Bronze over and over again. It felt right in his hand. Usually he had issues with blades "That sword was forged by Hephaestus himself on my request it was made for you. It's special"

"It's changing colors," Leonard said

"That's only one of the things it can do" Ares says "It's called metatopisi schimatos"

"Shapeshifter" Leonard translates

"It will change its form to whatever weapon you need when you need it and it will always be balanced in your hand. When you no longer need it it will turn into a ring, Don't worry about losing it, it has the same enchantment as Riptide" Leonard had no idea what riptide was

"Why are you helping me, what is all this for" Leonard asks

"The gods expect great things from you Leonard" Aphrodite says "and some times for hero's to achieve their destiny they need a little aid"

"But I'm not a H-"

"Not a hero? Well if you aren't I don't know who is, you sacrificed everything short of your life to keep my daughter safe, and you nearly lost that as well" Ares said

"I was going to say Half-Blood," Leonard said The sword had already turned into its ring form and was now on his right index finger.

"Maybe so but we solely rely on Half-bloods," Aphrodite said she then stood "It is time Ares and I leave dusk approaches and you can only reenter the world before night falls. Apollo, you only have a couple of minutes left with him, also Leonard, I hope you and the three half-bloods like my gift" With that Aphrodite and Ares were gone.

"What Gift?" Leonard said but it was too late, she was gone, he went to ask Hestia but she was gone, the fire had died. The sky above was slowly growing darker. Apollo was still sitting in front of him. Apollo held out his hand and in it, a poison green orb appears

"When I reclaimed Delphi from Python after the Giant war the spirit split in half, why, we don't know. The left half returned to my current Oracle Rachel Elizabeth Dare but the right half started to dissolve. To keep Delphi strong and working right I had to temporarily bind this half of the spirit to myself" Apollo says

"What does this have to do with me," Leonard asks

"I can not host it forever even immortals can be under too much strain. You can see through the mist. Only Mortals like you can take it. No Demi-god can host the spirit of Delphi. You will have plenty of time to think about this. We will meet in person one day and then we may speak of it"

"When will that be" Leonard asks

"Time is almost out. You must make your choice now, life or death, be warned should you choose life a hard road lies ahead but it will lead you to a place; a safe haven that will be worth all the battles you have fought. You will finally find your meaning if you survive" And then with that Apollo was gone. He now understood why Clarisse said Gods were annoying. He took a look at the Vile uncorked it and shot it back. It tasted so bad. To his right, the door swung open. Leonard took a deep breath and stepped into the light and the sky faded to black