Percy POV

I looked at her like she had just read a death sentence, because it almost seemed she had. Taken in any other context, it would sound like we were both going to die. So, I decided to play it up.

"First I was going to take tests, now I am going to die? C'mon Artemis, have a little love for me." She flushed somewhere in between crimson and gold, but not quite orange either. Kinda a coppery color. Weird. Personally, I had thought she would flush silver, but maybe that is when she pales. That would make sense.

"Shut up," she instructed me. And I did, because I didn't want her to be in to me anymore than she wanted to be in to me, I think. Certainly no more than she should. "Just grab my hand and we will go to Olympus." I won't lie, I was tempted to tease her. Instead, I listened and was blinded by the light. I am glad I recovered quick, though, because I got to see galaxies whirl around me and creatures that don't exist laughing. Finally we ended in the throne room of the gods. Artemis took her place and nodded to the only other deity in the room, Hestia.

The hearth goddess, in turn, sent a beam of light through the glass dome on the ceiling of the throne room. Then Zeus appeared, and sat on his new throne, a throne made of gold, with a wood brown trim and a purple headrest. Personally, I thought that the trim should've been sky blue, to represent his domain and add color synergy between the trim and the purple pillow.

The second god to enter was my father, who entered then sat at his throne, nodding to Zeus. Dad's throne was as it always was. A simple fishing chair with his trident in the cup holder. Honestly, where did he put his drinks? Hera was the next to arrive, followed by Demeter. I never paid much attention to the thrones, and so only now did I realize the white trim on Hera's gold throne. Demeter's throne seemed to be made of a living wheat field. As if every piece of wheat was playing it's part alongside vines in holding the throne together.

After they were seated Hermes entered, talked with his dad and rushed out the palace doors, probably to deliver a message. When he returned from that, he sat at his throne that was wispy white for a base color with a gray undertone, looking overall speedy when he stood in front of it. I just noticed the sky blue lightning bolts arching around the sides of his throne. Does he watch the Flash?

Following Hermes was Athena. She was dressed in gold and white robes, looking like a scholar nerd that is three centuries out of style. She sat at her intense gray, black and brown throne that was in the pattern of an owl, with two owl eyes on either side of her head. She held something in her lap. She nodded to Hermes, as if thanking him.

I saw a flash behind me and I turned to face the wine god, looking much more formal than usual, seated in his throne. He was dressed in a black three piece suit with a purple shirt and grape print tie. A leopard pelt draped over his reclining lawn chair of a throne that had small grapevines carved into it. That is I thought they were carved, until he picked up one and idly played with it. I then realized that there were grooves in the throne that allowed the vines to rest there.

I shied away from the next light as a column of heat appeared in front of the robotic throne beside the wine god's. When the fire dispersed, the crippled, burly forge god stood there before issuing a verbal command to "Olympia" to help him down. When he had said this, the throne sent out metal wire that wrapped around his waist to help him be seated in his space age seat that seemed to have the control panels of a million different star ships, cars and computers functioning is harmony on the edges of his throne. When he was seated the wires retracted into his throne and his blue jeans, now with a wire rip, began to repair themselves back to their original grease stained and scorch-marked state.

I was about to sit down and meditate while I waited for the rest of the immortals to appear, when suddenly the smell of the whiniest perfume known to Olympians. Aphrodite had entered the room. Dressed too sexually for description, Zeus was forced to summon clouds around her and tell her to get in more proper attire. In the end, she settled for wearing a pink one piece swimsuit as Poseidon would not allow a two piece in his presence, especially from her, saying that it made the seas too restless. Her throne was an open clam shell. The same one she floated into Greece on. She refused to sit and instead laid fairly sensually on the shell, trying to garner attention.

Next to enter was Ares, followed by Apollo, I turned to face them, noticing very little change in Ares human skin throne aside that it was repaired from my last visit(long story) and that he had healed from all the bones I broken in our last duel(longer story). Apollo, had a predictable golden throne that seemed to radiate harsh power, like a truth that is unacceptable. He stood very regal, and I assumed, given his purple cape, that he had just come from the Roman camp. After a brief moment, the aura from his throne softened and a kindness could be felt very strongly. His cape faded away and he was dressed much more casually. This was our healing god that we all knew and respected.

Zeus nodded to Hestia,saying "Bring our brother." Hestia willed the hearth to cast a large shadow onto the doorway, through which Hades stepped through and took his seat on the visitor's stool. He was dressed in black silk which hung off of him like cloth on a skeleton, and he held his helm at his side. Under his helm, was the but of his Stygian Iron sword, sheathed for safety.

Zeus stood.

"We have called his meeting to honor Perseus Jackson, most talented of heroes. The council has discussed together and we believe Perseus to be ready for the Chaos Tests. Are you in agreement, Lord Hades?" Hades nodded.

"Very well," Zeus continued, "Before this begins, anyone who would like to bless Perseus may do so. Poseidon, do you give consent?" I turned to my father and nodded at the silent question he seemed to be asking me.

"I do, brother. Let any who wish to aid him do so," my father proclaimed. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power flow through my legs, my mind, and my heart. I then felt heat and warmth and cold and wind all seemingly pouring into me. When it all came together, pain that could only be described as slightly better than the Styx washed over me. I fell down grunting and heaving. I got up, unsteady and disoriented.

"Who all blessed me?" I hands went up, excluding father's, Hera's and Artemis'. Unsurprisingly, Aphrodite was the one to raise her hand and try to call me over. I fought not to. I turned to Zeus, still unsteady, but at least oriented. "Thank you lords and ladies I feel very honored and I look forward to mastering these abilities in due time. Now, Lord Zeus, what more do we have to do?"

Zeus shifted in his seat. "Athena, please bring forth the puzzle," he called. As she brought it forth, Zeus explained. "Once every century, each Olympian has the opportunity to find one of the pieces to this puzzle on their throne. That is until it is completed. We only ever sent one hero, the original Perseus, to attempt these trials. He died on them. He still does not tell us of them. We were told only to send the most worthy hero of a millennia to attempt these tasks. Now we can and we wish to send you. Will you do this for us Perseus?"

I nodded. "I will. I will do my best to complete these tests. How do I begin?" Athena then gave me the pieces.

"Once you complete the puzzle," she said, "then you have begun. We cannot help you then." I was flashed out of the room and into a dark room with a fridge and a faucet. I began to work.