A/N: Don't own a thing, everthing belongs to Rick Riodran
Percy
When we entered the throne room we stopped.
Because before us was a madhouse.
Jupiter, not Zeus sat glaring at Heras throne while dad and Pluto, not Hades watched him sympathetically. Vulcan gleefully set fire to a screaming Aphrodites dress while Ares absentmidely sharpened an axe. Minerva apparently couldn't decide which form to take and kept flickering between her and Athena but both faces held the same blank, staring expression. Hesita watched from the hearth amused, Apollo and Artemis argued over when Apollo was to ride his sun chariot, Bacchus (Dionosysus ) snored and Demeter idly grew vines around an infuriated Hermes.
Jason,Nico and I grimaced. This wasn't going to be easy. With a deep breath I stepped forward and the others stood behing me. I could see Nicos eyes gleaming and Franks hands turn into the ceslestial bronze claws his dragon form had. Jason stood facing my dad while I faced his and Nico face the bored looking Orcus.
'Olympians!' I yelled.
Then there was silence.
