Hey guys! I have been writing like crazy! I have NOT GIVEN UP ON ANY OF MY STORIES. I'm other just not into it, or I don't have time. But, I haven't abandoned any of my stories. So, with that out of the way, here is chapter 4. I own nothing.
Chapter 4
I woke up in a different place I collapsed. Actually, I was in an entirely different place. I wasn't on the streets of New York, and I wasn't in my usual hospital bed. No, I was in a different hospital room.
It had a large window that had a beautiful view of the city of Olympus. The pale blue walls reminded me of home. The bed itself was huge: extra, white, fluffy blankets and pillows, with satin sheets and pillow cases. I felt like the mattress itself was trying eat me, consume me. I was dressed in a cotton white, long sleeve shirt with blue and white striped pajama shorts that ended mid thigh.
My clothes that I changed into when I made my escape were sitting on a medium sized table stored in the corner, neatly folded. There wasn't much else in the room.
Then, I felt something strange. Something cold resting against my left ankle, the unbroken one. I carefully sat up and brought both legs out from under the covers. My mouth fell open.
Latched onto my ankle was a half an inch long, maybe 1 CM thick, metal anklet. I knew what it was: One of Hermes tracker anklets. I remember Annabeth telling me about these. This way, no matter where I went, the person that possessed the tracker screen could track me. Just great.
Then, I heard a loud creak. I looked up to find my father standing in the doorway. He was dressed in his usual attire, but he looked more godlike than before. I could feel the power radiating off of him.
"Hi Dad," I said shyly. Was he angry at me for running away? Was he disappointed? He was just so hard to read.
"Perseus," my father said, lightly closing the door behind him. I jumped into action before he could say anything.
"Dad, I'm sorry! I just needed to get out! I don't blame you for being angry at me, but I didn't know if you and the other gods were planning to kill me, and I-I just couldn't wait here! Besides, what if Zeus was planning on giving me another nightmare? I'm sorry, Dad, but I can't another one of those nightmares! They are, they are, Ug I just, Well, Dad-"
"Percy! Percy! Will you calm down? It's ok, I'm not mad, I understand."
I took a deep breath. "W-wait, you aren't mad at me?"
My father chuckled, gently ruffling my hair. "No of course not."
"Oh." I said, looking down. "Then why do I have this?" I said, pointing down to the tracker anklet.
My father's face darkened. "That was Zeus' idea. And believe me, it was better than the first idea. He wanted to tie you down to the bed with ropes. Which, of course, I would never allow."
My eyes widened at the thought of being tied down to a bed. My father patted my arm reassuringly. "But, I believe that the anklet is a better solution."
"But," I said as I shifted my position on the bed, "why do I even have it in the first place?"
My father sighed and gently placed a hand on my arm, but I pulled away. "We need to protect you Percy."
"We?" I said, "Who's we? And what exactly are you protecting me from?" My eyebrows scrunched up together and I remembered that Annabeth had said that I was cute when they did that. My heart ached at the thought of her. I missed my best friend. I wondered if she missed me.
"Percy," My father sighed, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled it away. "Even though," he paused, hesitating, "Kronos is gone, those who followed and supported him in the war are not. And you, being the child of the prophecy, are the reason Kronos lost the war. Those who fought on his side in the war are wanting revenge. They want to hurt you, Percy. Kill you. And they won't stop. But, as long as you stay in Olympus, you'll be safe. They don't have a chance getting to you against the power and protection of Olympus."
"Ok," I said, taking a deep breath, "Two questions. First question, I still don't understand why I have to wear this. I know you're protecting me, but why so I have to wear a tracker?"
My father winced at the word 'tracker'. "Percy, we need to know were you are at all times. That is one of the ways we are protecting you. Knowing your whereabouts."
"We?"
"The other gods and I."
"Ok, second question. If they won't stop trying to kill me, does this mean I can never leave Olympus again?" The mere thought of being stuck in Olympus forever until die was the worst thing imaginable. No Camp Half Blood. No more seeing my mom or Paul. No more Tyson, Grover, Annabeth, Clarisse, Nico, Thalia, Rachel, no more friends at all. I would be stuck up here.
My father took a deep breath. "Percy, you have two solutions to this problem. The first, is yes, you would have to stay in Olympus until your mortal life is up, and the only way you could leave would be with another god. You would also have to wear that anklet until you, uh, die."
That solution sounded absolutely horrible. That sounds more like I'm being babysat by the gods more than anything.
"And the second?" It has to be better than first, or else my mortal life just might end sooner than the fates had planned.
"The other gods and I have decided, that since you do need to be protected, and you did save Olympus, that we would make you a god."
Silence, and my jaw dropped.
"You would be able to leave Olympus, but only a few times a year. And, you would eventually be allowed to take the anklet off after about, 100 years. But, you would never die."
"Why Olympus?" I asked. "Why can't I go live with you in your underwater palace? I mean, to me that sounds safer."
My father sighed. "I'm working on it. I don't want you living up here, I want you living with me. But, Zeus is so scared you might overthrow, he wants to be able to see you at all times. Also, water makes you stronger."
"For the last time," I sighed angrily, "I'm not going to overthrow! I don't even want that job anyway! It sounds extremely exhausting."
My father chuckled. "Zeus is just being his usual paranoid self."
Then, he became serious. "What is your decision?"
I thought for a few minuets. If I become a god, I would have to watch all of my friends die. But, if I stayed mortal, I would never see them at all. If I stayed mortal, I would be trapped in Olympus until I died. Like a caged animal waiting for it's hunter to come. But, if I became a god, I would also be stuck- stuck in time. Never moving forward. Like a rock casted out of a moving stream. Did I really want that? Neither of the solutions sounded very appeasing.
But, deep down, I knew what the right solution was. I knew what I had to do.
I took a deep breath. Was I ready to become a god? Was I ready to give up being completely human? No, I was not ready. I wasn't ready to be stuck 14, forever. I wasn't ready, I knew I wasn't.
I knew what I had to do, even though I wasn't ready.
"I choose to become a god."
All was silent, and then my father smiled. "I was hoping you would choose that. Immortality will do you well, Perseus."
I gave him a half smile. I had so many questions. How will I change? What will I be the god of? How do I even become a god? My mind was racing, coming up with one question after another.
Before I could open my mouth to ask these questions, my uncle came barging in.
"Hello brother," said Poseidon, not looking at him. Zeus was annoyed by this, but ignored it.
"Poseidon, I need to speak with you."
My dad raised his eyebrows. "Alone," Zeus was sending daggers in my direction.
My father sighed, stood up, and walked outside with Zues.
They were out there for quiet awhile. Over 20 minuets had passed when my father came back in the room, looking irritated.
"What's wrong?" I asked. My father sighed.
"Perseus, Zeus disagreed with the council to make you a god. Only problem is, he was over ruled."
"So-?"
"You are becoming a god. Just, not a full one."
I was confused. "What do you mean I can't be a full god?"
"It was a compromise. You still are immortal, you still have the power of a full god, but you have to eat and sleep like a regular human."
I thought for a moment. "That's not too bad."
"The only thing is, the rest of the council agrees that by tomorrow we should make you a god. Zeus thinks we should wait until you're healed."
"And..."
"And Zeus was overruled." my father sighed. "My brother. So difficult."
"So, by tomorrow, I'll be a god?"
"We had to make another compromise." My father was angry. "We have decided to wait a week."
"So many compromises," I muttered. My father nodded, but his gazed softened.
"You should be resting. Not worrying about this. Apollo should be coming soon to check on you." He ran his hands through my hair.
Then, he pressed my shoulders to the mattress. It consumed me, and it felt great. I was warm and comfortable.
"Apollo will feed you tomorrow," my father said as I drifted off. "Sleep well, my Sea Prince."
I looked up at him, confused. He chuckled. "Not only are you going to be a god, but I need a Prince for my palace. But, we'll talk later. You need to rest."
My father took his hand and closed my eyes. Then, he gently rubbed circles on my cheek until I fell asleep.
Poseidon's POV
My little Sea Prince. Percy was perfect. His crown was being made, his throne was being crafted, a whole kingdom waited for his arrival, and he had no idea.
I almost had a heart attack when I saw his unconscious body being transported by the wind spirits. He was pale and seemed thinner than usual.
Even after Apollo bathed him, changed his clothes, and moved into a new room, a much more royal room, he still didn't look any better. I didn't feel any better.
But, then he woke, and I was overjoyed to see those green eyes open once more- my eyes.
He was taking the whole god thing very well. I fet terrible for putting that anklet on him. But, I knew it was for his own good.
But, I knew the long journey to godhood was tough, and painful. But, my boy could handle it. He had to.
I hoped you guys liked this chapter! The next chapter will be of Percy becoming a god. I knew that if he was a god, then there wouldn't be any Percy hurt/ Poseidon bonding time, so I made him a god, that was kinda human. Idk. It sounded better in my head. Anyways, while you're waiting, check out some of my other stories. *Offers cookies and lemonade*
