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Chapter 2
The first thing I was aware of where the hands. There was one hand one my forehead, one holding my hand, one placed on top of my stomach, and another placed on my broken ankle. They were warm and comforting.
I opened my eyes. The sun filtered through a near by window. It was high in the sky.
Then, two familiar faces swam into view.
"Percy," my father breathed as he started at me with his sea green eyes. He smiled at me, studying my facial features closely.
"Love the reunion," Apollo said to my dad, "but I have a patient that needs to be taken care of."
My dad never took his eyes off of me. His hands where the ones on my forehead and holding my hand.
"Alright, Percy," Apollo said to me, "I want you to take deep breaths."
The first breath I took was painful since my ribs where not healed yet. I winced.
"Yeah, that was what I was afraid of." Said Apollo.
"What?" My father asked, anxiously.
"Since his ribs are broken, it hurts to breath. Doesn't it Percy?"
I nod.
"Zeus is causing my child pain. He saved Olympus, why is he being punished?"
"You know my theory." Muttered Apollo as he placed one of his hands on my forehead. "Steady temperature, good, good." He muttered under his breath.
"I'm starting to believe it more and more."
"I mean, this is something he would do." Apollo said as he took my unbroken wrist and searched for a pulse.
"He's just jealous that my Perseus is better than his." My dad laughed. Apollo cracked a smile.
"How are you feeling?" Apollo asked me, studying my face as he pressed down on certain parts of my stomach.
"I'm fine," I said.
"Sure you are," Apollo said as I winced when he pressed down on a certain part of my stomach.
"You must be hungry, you haven't eaten in over a week."
I opened my mouth to respond, but just then my stomach decided to growl. Loudly.
"I'll take that as a yes," Apollo said. He left the room to go get food.
My father took his place next to my bed. "I was so worried." He whispered.
"Dad, I'm fine."
"You will be." My father had anger in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
His eyes softed. "Nothing, Percy."
"Why is Zeus doing this me?"
My dad sighed. "I don't know, Percy. I don't understand why he would do this. You saved Olympus, you should be rewarded, not punished."
"Do I really have to stay here for eight weeks?"
My dad patted my arm. "It'll go quicker than you think."
"I hope so."
"You really had us all worried, Persesus. You were unconscious for an entire week."
"Uh, sorry?"
Don't apologize. It sure was a sight, reaching the throne room and seeing four demigods either unconscious or dead. Hermes was quite upset."
"I should apologize. I killed his son."
My dad ran his fingers through my hair. "Nonsense. Hermes understands what you did was for the greater good. He knew it had to end like that. He just, wishes it didn't."
I didn't look my father in the eye. I killed a person. Maybe Luke did deserve it, and maybe it was for the greater good, but still, I took a life. I killed Luke Castellan.
"Stop it." My father said. "Stop blaming yourself. Luke made a choice, and now he suffers the consequences."
"I took a life." My father rubbed my shoulder. "I'm proud of you." My father whispered.
Just then, Apollo walked through the doorway with a tray in his hands. He placed it on my lap.
"All of that needs to be eaten." Apollo said to me. I nod.
Since I hadn't eaten in such a long time, Apollo had to go small. Just a small bowl of chicken noodle soup, one slice of bread, and a glass of water. Even though it wasn't much, it filled me up.
My left wrist was the broken one, so it wasn't too challenging to eat. But, everytime I swallowed, I winced. Broken ribs are not fun.
After I was finished, Apollo took the tray away from me.
"Isn't there anything you can do for the pain?" My father asked Apollo.
"I've done everything I can that doesn't require magic. Sorry Percy."
"It's ok." I gave him a week smile. My father had anger in his eyes.
"Well, Percy, if you're going to heal like a regular human, you need rest. And lots of it."
"I slept for an entire week." I said to him, "Plus how long I was asleep between now and the last time I woke up."
"Percy, a human body is fragile, and needs lots of care and rest."
"Well, I'm not completely human, you know..." I muttered under my breath.
My father chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Apollo is right, my boy. You need to rest."
"But-"
"No buts, Percy. Rest. That's what you need. Rest heals you, and the quicker you heal, the less time you'll have to spend here. Ok?"
I sighed, "Alright." I looked over at my father, who didn't seem happy at the fact I might leave sooner than expected. That made me feel...loved.
"Good." Apollo said. Then, he cupped my chin and placed his index finger on my forehead once again. Everything went black and I thought no more.
Poseidon's POV
It had been an entire week, and Percy still hadn't woken. Ares' girl and Athena's daughter had woken, but of course, my son was the one who hadn't.
I never will forget the sight that greeted me when I rushed up to the throne room. The lights in the room were dim, but I was able to see enough to make my skin crawl.
Now, I've been alive for a very long time. I've seen death, my own children grow old and die, and I've even been inside my own father's stomach. But, never have I ever seen such a sight that make's me want to close my eyes and run.
Athena's daughter, Annabeth I think, was slumped up against a pillar, unconscious. Then, Ares' girl, Clarisse was it? Was passed out eight feet away from my son. In the middle of the room laid Luke, Hermes' son, with my son's sword deep inside his chest. I knew that the boy was dead. Then, there was Percy. He was gripping the handle of the sword that was in Luke's chest, but he was passed out cold not even a few centimeters from Luke. He was pale as a ghost, bruised, and bloody. He was covered in blood. Luke's blood.
For a moment, all was quite. Then, Hermes walked over to his dead son. Athena and Ares went to their children, and I went to mine. The Fates came and took Luke. I'm glad that Luke was the only thing they took.
Each child had their own room. Apollo looked at each one, carefully. Athena's and Ares' girls were fine, they both woke up in three days time, but it was my son who got the worst of it.
After Apollo washed all of the blood off of Percy body, the damage was revealed. He had a broken wrist, ankle, and broken ribs. He also had a lot of bruised bones.
It took my son a week to wake up, and when he did, I didn't even get to see him. It was Apollo that got to. Percy looked so vulnerable resting in bed. He was pale, and I could make out some of his bones that were trying to make an appearance through his skin. His breathing was off, but I could hear his heartbeat: steady and strong.
And then, I finally got to see him. He didn't look well, or how he usually did. He was pale and bruised, but he was alive. He couldn't even sit up. Every movement was painful to him.
I don't understand why Zeus won't let Apollo heal him. He is a hero, he should be rewarded, not punished. But, I know do know the reason why. Percy is one of the most powerful demigods on the planet, Zeus sees him as a threat and wants to keep an eye on him. but, of course Zeus would never say that. He need an excuse, so he blamed it on Hermes' son's death. My poor boy, he can never catch a break.
But, Zeus needs to get a hold of himself. Yes, it is quit flattering knowing that my son makes the almighty Zeus scared. But, my son is in pain.
After Percy lost unconsciousness when Apollo put him to sleep, I listened to hear his breathing even out, and then I rose from my position next to Percy's bed.
"Where you going?" Asked Apollo.
"To pay my dear brother a vist."
Apollo looked at my son. "Does it have anything to do with Percy?"
"No," I replied, "It has everything to so with Percy."
Apolloo smirked. "Don't get blown to bits." Apollo called out as I walked towards the door, "Little Percy here should would be sad to wake up and find out he's an orphan."
I shot a glare at Apollo, which wiped the smile off of his face. I looked down at Percy's sleeping form.
"I'll be back." I said, walking out the door. "Take care of my son."
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"Hello brother," I said, causally strolling into the throne room in which Zeus lazily sits on his throne.
"What is it, brother?" Zeus said, looking at his fingernails.
"It's about my son." I said. I smiled at the uncomfortable look Zeus receives.
"What about him?" Zeus sits straighter up in his throne.
"Apollo needs to heal him. He's in too much pain."
"Nonsense, the boy must suffer for his actions. It's good he's in pain. Pain builds character."
Anger boiled inside of me. "He saved Olympus."
"He killed Hermes' son."
"Hermes already knew it was going to end like this. He's not even angry."
"Still," snapped Zeus, "He took a life. He must be punished."
"Brother," I said in a warning tone, "Don't make me flood the East Coast again."
"Are you threatning me, Poseidon?"
"I'm not, but I know that my son is."
Zeus' face turned stern, but I could make something out in his eyes: fear.
He faked laughed. "Afraid of a demigod? You've lost your mind, brother."
"Then let Apollo heal my son."
"No." Zeus gripped the sides of his throne tighter.
"Tell me the real reason you are keeping my son here? Forcing him to recover like a mortal?"
"Pos-"
"You find my son as a threat, don't you? So you want to keep an eye on him. Isn't that right?"
Zeus was silent.
"My son should be rewarded."
"He will be." Zeus said, gaining his confidence. "But, he will recover like a mortal. Apollo will use none of his magic to heal him. Do you understand?"
A pot of boiling anger was brewing inside of me. "And if you touch that boy, if you speed his recovery in any way, there will be consequences. Am I clear?" Zeus sat straighter.
I stormed out of the throne room. My unintelligent, stubborn brother. It would be different if it was his son. My poor Persesus. Six to eight weeks stuck in bed, in pain from broken bones? Percy is already ADHD, he can't even sit still for ten minuets, let alone eight full weeks!
I stormed into the room in which Percy was sleeping in.
"Any success?" Asked Apollo. I shook my head. Apollo sighed.
"Well, he's going to be asleep for a while. What's your plan? You know Zeus isn't going just let Percy go after he's healed, right? What are you going to do?"
I had given it much thought. I know Zeus wasn't going to just let my boy go. But, what if he didn't have to...
"...and you know that the streets aren't safe for any demigod. Now that the war is over, all of the demigods and spirits on Kronos side will be running all over."
"I was thinking about taking him to my palace. Keep him there until things settle down."
Apollo shook his head. "Zeus will never allow it. He doesn't want Percy out of his sight. And he especially doesn't want him in water, where he is most powerful."
I sighed. "I know. What should I do?"
Percy stirred. His breathing quickened and his thin, black eyebrows creased together. Was he having a nightmare?
"If you ever want to know what he's dreaming about, just listen."
I look at Apollo, confused. Apollo smiled. "He talks in his sleep."
I chuckled. "Gets that from his mother." I walked over to his bed, and studied him. He was so much like me. My eyes, my hair, my personality, he even has my nose. But, his pale skin, rosy cheeks, small frame, and his few small freckles on his face were from Sally. He was perfect.
I ran my hand through his hair. It was soft, like silk and felt good between my fingers.
"He would make a great god you know." Apollo said.
I nodded. It would be wonderful to have Percy by my side, everyday for all eternity. For him to stay 16, and never grow old. For him to stay like this, forever. I would never get tired of seeing his face everyday.
"But that would just scare Zeus even more." Apollo said, smirking. I smiled, running my hand over Percy's smooth skin. Percy had the look of a god. I had wondered if Aphrodite had tampered with his looks, making him look more vulnerable but still keeping his strength and skills. But, when I asked she smiled and said, 'Percy is naturally beautiful. Obviously he didn't get it from you.' I smiled at the memory.
"What am I going to do when he fully recovers?" I ask Apollo.
"You'll figure something out. But, for now, that's eight weeks away."
I smiled, looking down at my boy. I now understood what it was like to be a true parent. One that would die for their child. I felt the urge to protect my child. And that urge was not going to fade.
Percy stirred again as I ran my fingers through his hair. And, then I listened. What was my boy dreaming about? So many questions about him.
Zeus will just have to get over his fear that Percy might take over. Which, I know he won't.
Because like I said, my Perseus is better than his.
Take that Zeus.
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