Five long years have passed since two of our greatest heroes went missing. We know that they aren't dead because Hades has reassured us that their souls are nowhere to be found in the underworld. We searched high and low for our heroes after the battle with Gaia but they were nowhere to be found.
Suddenly I am snapped out of my thoughts as my father brings the council meeting to a start with a mighty blast from his master bolt. As the thunder rolls around the council chamber I can't help but roll my eyes and mutter, "drama queen." Apparently I was not as quiet as I thought because both Apollo and Hermes both start chuckling under there breaths while Athena just scowls and flares at me. As the meeting rolls on I can't help but let my mind wonder as to where Percy Jackson and his girlfriend Annabeth Chase could have disappeared to. Even I the goddess of the hunt couldn't track them which has frustrated me to no end.
After a while I manage to wrestle my wondering thoughts back the ongoing council meeting and can't help but notice how depressed everyone seems and I know it's because of the disappearance of the world's two greatest heroes. Since they disappeared I have noticed, to my surprise, that Hera, who has long been renowned as a demigod hater, also has been depressed. Which just goes to show how much they were liked. Poseidon is the worst out of all of us. Perseus was his favorite son and since he vanished Poseidon has slipped into a huge depression and his domains show it. The oceans are a dull color, almost to the point of grey and there are no waves crashing upon the beaches. The oceans of the world are as flat as the lakes that are found in the wilderness. My gaze then moves over to Athena. She has always been one to bottle down her emotions and not let anyone get close to her, but ever since Annabeth vanished she has become cold to everyone and very short tempered. Now all that graces her face are heavy eyed scowls, which show the true extent of her Misery and exhaustion.
As I finish making my observations I notice that the meeting is drawing to a close. We have finally reach the last topic of the day and my father asks if anyone has seen or heard anything about our missing heroes. Hades steps forward like he has every month and declares that their souls still can't be located anywhere in the underworld after combing it thoroughly. I then step forward and give my report about the monsters I have hunted and the places I have searched with no avail. After I finish giving my report Apollo steps forward. He describes how he has searched for the missing heroes while riding his chariot through the skies, but he hasn't been able to locate him. He also reports that his oracle has not issued any prophecies concerning them.
Finally after all the gods have given their report Zeus asks if anyone else has anything important to report. After a moment of silence we hear a powerful voice speak out. "I have something to say about the whereabouts of your missing heroes," the voice said.
Suddenly a portal opened in the throne room and a man that radiates an aura so powerful that I could see even Zeus was struggling not to fall on his knees steps through with a person slung over his shoulders. After the portal closes up behind him Zeus thunders out, "who dares disturb the council of the gods!"
The man ignores my father and proceeds to set the man down whom I just noticed was unconscious. After he lays him down I can tell that everyone is intrigued by the man lying on the floor. As I look at him I can't help but notice that he must have had a nice body at some point, but it is so covered with sores and scares that even now a puddle of blood is slowly starting to form around him. I can see from my throne that some of the scars look like writing etched deep into his skin, but I can't make out what it says from here. Finally my eyes move to his face and I can't stop thinking that he looks so familiar. He has long, greasy black hair that I believe would look very nice once it was cleaned.
Suddenly I am startled out of my thoughts by my sister jumping forward and kneeling in front of the boy with tears streaming down her face. I can see her checking his vitals and suddenly she yells, "Apollo get your lazy ass off of your throne and come help me save Perseus's life!" As soon as she says his name I can see all of the gods faces turn to shock and then on some a look of horror and on others a look of extreme anger. Apollo then dashes out of his throne and proceeds to do his absolute best to save Perseus from his dastardly wounds. After he heals about the third wound I notice tears starting to pour down his face and in a moment of rare compassion, I decide to help my younger twin.
As I get closer to Perseus I start to see the full extent of his injury and I can't help but gasp at the sight. His clothes are in tatters and I can't see a single patch of skin that isn't marred by scars and open, festering wounds. Through all of my years as a goddess I have never seen a person so mutilated. As I take in the full extent of his injures I can't help but wonder where has he been all this time and how has he managed to survive what I can only assume was brutal torture.
Finally after just standing there for a few minutes in shock at the sight of the mutilated body my brother notices me standing there and asks me to help him by making sure that Perseus's vitals stay strong while he heals him. I agree and kneel beside the beat down hero and swore to myself that he would not die as long as I had anything to say about it.
Authors Note: Thank you for reading my story. If you notice any grammer errors or spelling errors please feel free to write me a review. Until next time, Jsnyder1998