Artemis POV

When I pictured meeting my father, I imagined that it would be with me yelling and beating him up for ruining me and my mother's life (oh and I suppose Apollo's too), however, never had I ever thought that it would be in the middle of a fight in which I was about to be defeated.

Ridiculed, I trudged through Sparta as my father surveyed the damage that I had caused. He didn't say a word, which made everything so much worse. Ares trailed behind us, making sure to keep his distance. He had probably long since figured out that our father probably wasn't happy with the damage left by our little brawl.

The countless injuries, however, were not caused by the brawl between me and Ares, but rather due to the stampeding crowd of soldiers as they rushed down the city's many streets and alleyways, trampling any civilians who happened to be in the way, but my father likely wouldn't allow me to make any excuses for the damage caused by 'me'.

Soldiers sat tending to their wounds, some minor while some looked a bit more grotesque. A few of them were missing limbs while others just didn't make it. Limbs, which were strewn carelessly around the immediate vicinity, sat detached from their bodies and in hauntingly distorted positions.

Zeus himself had also been a major contributor to a large portion of the damage since his entrance had blinded more than a just a couple civilians and soldiers alike. Of course, if anyone accused him of that, they'd be massacred on the spot.

"It was because of the king."

I regretted speaking immediately.

Ares stomped to me immediately, ready to give me a piece of his mind, but my father interjected, not even noticing the ever-growing tension between his children, "Really? Is that so?"

He didn't sound convinced, not by a fraction, but instead raised an eyebrow in interest and intrigue. I doubted that he had much entertainment in Olympus, what with his wife - and the many women he left behind - yelling at him, so I guess either way it was a win-win scenario: end the life of a random puny mortal or be entertained.

"Well..." I fumbled over my words, "He's an abusive ruler who should have been thrown into the depths of Tartarus a long time ago."

"Humans are naturally corrupt." Zeus countered.

"Among other beings..."

"What was that?" Zeus asked, not quite catching the sentence.

I just smiled, "Nothing." Then a bit louder, "Just that they should be punished before they attempt a revolution as they got caught in their ambitions."

"Hah..." My father waved her off, "As if anyone would be stupid enough to challenge the gods."

"Like how we were stupid enough to challenge the titans?" I challenged him, scepticism written all over her face."

"Well yes," Zeus countered, his voice wavering a bit, whether it was in anger or uncertainty though was anyone's guess, "But that was strictly a one time-"

"The primordials." I speedily interrupted him, crushing all his points while he still tolerated the sound of my voice - because, let's be real here, soon I'd be to him what my mother was: non-existent.

Ah, the beauty of godhood.

"I think we all know who's right here," I smirked victoriously.

"Well, yes but no. I mean, I wouldn't say that... actually... you know what? Sure. Fine. I'll look into your case", he used air quotation marks around 'case' before continuing, being sure to pause after case for a sufficient enough amount of time that I received his message loud and clear, "for you."

Then he added as an afterthought, "My dear."

Oh, yes.

This was going to be fun.

I had him all wrapped around my little finger. I could extort whatever I wanted out of him for nothing because as far as he was concerned, I was his little girl.

"Wait on Olympus." He said, about to flash to the castle where the king - as well as Percy and Apollo - would be, "Ares,"

Ares, hearing his name, grunted to show that he was listening whilst harassing a couple of civilians selling a variety of foodstuff. My eyes narrowed in revulsion - all of my siblings were so annoying and obnoxious.

"Take your sister with you, and I don't want to see any fighting when I come back with Apollo."

I didn't really want to have to sit around with Ares of all people, but my father wasn't listening to my protests. He waved at the many civilians, who watched him warily in fear and possibly in admiration (but I wasn't too sure about that), and seconds later, a series of blinding flashes illuminated my vision and the streets of the city in a direct path from where we were to the castle, which was closely followed by a series of booms, signifying thunder. I was pretty sure that my father didn't need to be so extravagant, but something told me that common sense or making logical decisions wasn't something that my father was known for.

Ares tapped me on the shoulder, shoving me a little bit in the process.

Alright. I see how it is.

He grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me towards him.

My lips tightening, I 'accidentally' jabbed my arm in his stomach, "Sorry."

I pulled away from him and crossed my arms, looking away from him, "Come on, Ares. We must be going."

He turned to me, eyes narrowing, and grinned nastily, "It's alright."

I shivered at this but didn't dare make a scene. If I wanted my father to be lenient on my brother and me, and Perseus as well, I would have to behave myself and refrain from completely decking Ares.

"You know. You look pretty good despite your terrible personality." Ares murmured slyly as he stood beside me, a callous hand on my shoulder.

This was going to be rough.

Percy POV

Imagine being me.

Alright, alright. Hear me out.

Imagine being overwhelmingly powerful, capable of commanding the raging sea, barely even a few days old and yet more powerful than many could ever hope to be. Imagine being the son of one of the most powerful beings in the world, allowed to exert your influence in ways that most could only dream of. Imagine being a force of nature, able to manipulate the world and its contents with the flick of your wrist. Imagine being able to live forever.

Imagine being a god.

Now imagine knowing that you're capable of all that, but only if you formally receive your domains on Mount Olympus. Imagine being capable of all that, but only if you're blessed by the fates in the throne room of said mountain.

Imagine being so close to immortality, so close to absolute power and the ability to do as you please for as long as you please without worrying about dying, that the only thing standing in your way was a man.

A man who wasn't really a man.

A man who only had one eye. A man who had his sword - a celestial bronze one - elbow deep in your best friend's gut.

This really sucked.

Like, a lot.

"Apollo!" I yelled, rushing to his side as Agesilaus retracted his sword from said blonde's body.

I caught him as he fell and carefully set him down, drawing my sword as I did so. A simple celestial bronze blade - nothing special.

It felt off in my grasp, but it'd have to do.

"You suck, you know that?" I muttered loudly, circling him as he did the same, both of us looking for an opening.

"Hah," He simply laughed, "I guess I do."

Then, his eyes darkened, "But you're dead."

He charged forward, his sword raised to strike, and I ran forward to meet his slash, blocking his sword with mine and kicking him, forcing him to stumble back and giving me an opening.

I took it, dashing forward with my sword, but he simply parried it, crouching and bursting forward to get inside my defences, giving me no openings as well as no choice but to roll backwards and reposition myself.

I had to be careful - I couldn't risk taking chances and being reckless. It wasn't even an option at this point.

I kept my stance wide, my body perpendicular to his, and shifted my weight, resting it on my left foot, which was in front. Then, I pushed off of my right foot, dashing at him.

I saw his sword arm tense - he was going to slash horizontally in an attempt to block my sword. I acted purely on instinct, sliding on the ground and under his blow, coming up in his defences and too close for him to effectively use his sword.

"Suprise." I grinned and socked him in the face.

Agesilaus stumbled backwards, holding his nose, and growled, "I'm going to kill you!"

Dashing at me, he swung his sword. I blocked with mine, ready to respond with a kick while he was distracted.

It was too bad that he had the same idea.

He kicked, landing a solid hit on my gut and forcing me to stumble backwards, holding my stomach as a reflex.

I looked up just in time to see his fist sailing towards me.

He uppercut me, sending me flying backwards and tumbling onto the ground.

I tasted blood. Wincing, I ground my teeth as I stumbled to my feet, accelerating just in time to block a blow from Agesilaus' sword.

I shoved with all my might, forcing him to skid backwards. Using this to my advantage, I put my water to use.

Drawing it out of the satchels at my waist, I launched balls of water at the corrupt king and forced him on the defensive.

He was hit a few times... but not enough.

I spat the blood that built in my mouth.

Red. It was red. I should have been immortal by now, but since I was still an unofficial god, I didn't get any of the perks. None of the perks and all of the drawbacks.

I was about to draw back my water when he launched himself at me one more time.

He feinted this time, much to my surprise. I spun out of the way, ready to retaliate when I noticed what - or who - he had with him.

"Apollo!" I yelled.

I heard said blonde groan. At least he was alright - for now.

The king-turned-cyclops grinned madly, "Surrender or your friend gets it."

I dropped my sword and walked up to him, glaring the entire time.

I spat at his feet, "You disgust me."

He sneered, grabbing Apollo and patting his open wound roughly.

"You monster," I growled, losing my temper, "I'm going to kill you!"

I grabbed onto every liquid in the area around Apollo, and I mean every.

I forced the molecules of water in the air to keep Apollo's wound from getting worse while simultaneously healing it.

I focused on the blood on the ground, on our sword, in Agesilaus' body, and pulled.

He grunted in pain, "You're a monster."

I didn't care what I did. I grinned, "Welcome to the club, cyclops."

He tried to stop me. He lunged forward, sword in hand, poised to kill.

But I was quicker.

Before his sword even pierced skin, I forced all of it to collapse in on him.

First, the blood around him from both of us tried to enter his body, bruising his skin and creating gaping wounds going down to the bone. He growled, gold dust flying off of him in waves.

He roared in pain but I didn't care.

He said something - it sounded like he was begging for his life.

What a pathetic coward.

He had the gall to attempt to kill both of us after killing hundreds of innocent citizens and he wanted me to let him live?

Funny.

I clenched my fist, and at the same time, he exploded into golden dust.

I grimaced. Why did I feel so tired after that?

I looked down at Apollo.

Two swords sticking out of two bodies.

Wait, swords? Bodies?

I blinked.

Oh. So he did get me after all. His sword was now embedded in my stomach.

I turned to the entrance and felt my knees buckle. The last thing I saw was Zeus, the king of the gods, standing there, eyes wide with shock.

I realised about a month later that the formatting for this chapter was screwed up, which sucks - and also is what I get for writing the initial chapters on Wattpad.

So... I actually posted something. I've forgotten to write an author note for the past few chapters. I'm not sure why - probably because I'm just really bad at remembering things. So a few things I need to address with this story. I screwed up the first few chapters and I'm not exactly sure how the shift in tone is supposed to go. It feels too abrupt, plus the first few chapters always seem to make me cringe. I'm not sure about how I'm going to go about with this story, so I'm just going to roll with it and try to establish a slightly sensible storyline and try to save the mess I caused. Maybe I could pass it off as a cringe!fic? Maybe afterwards I'll try to rewrite the first few chapters, but for now, I'm just going to keep the ball rolling.

I also rewrote a bit of the first few chapters, so yeah. I might do a quick sweep over my chapters as the story continues. Additionally, I changed the summary - hopefully, it's less vague now.

Anaklusmos14 is back, which is nice, publishing chapters for Exiled (great stuff). I know that PlutosDaughter11 is also rolling out chapters for 'Breath of the Wild' so I'll probably be looking into their stories when I have time. I also looked at that webtoon that 'Percy Jackson and the Game' were inspired by and it's not too bad.

My story voting thing is kind of broken and I'm probably just going to ignore votes and stuff - but I am working on Curse of Eros, which I probably won't release until it's complete so that I can change whatever I want (which also means that by the time I finish half a dozen years will probably have passed because I'm terrible at keeping on schedule.)

Thanks for being patient I guess,
~MasterOvGravity