Hey, I'm back with another chapter of BTP!This is a filler that I wrote in an hour so I hope you enjoy! Thank you for all your wonderful support! I will try to post at least one long chapter a month, only because I have to balance my time between family and school! Just a quick reminder, this story will contain slash and it is rated M! If you have questions about the story or any ideas please PM me or leave a comment!
After the mysterious and beautiful boy took his leave, the gods all sneaked looks at each other from the corner of their eyes. Most of them all had the same thoughts in their mind. "Who was that beautiful creature?" and "How can I have him by my side for millennia?"
Poseidon, with his face pale and sickly, had other nerve-wracking thoughts in mind.
He was so caught up in his own thought's that he didn't hear his own brother, Zeus call an "Emergency Meeting" In the Throne Room until his older sister Hestia, the hearth goddess, tapped him to get his attention.
While in the Meeting, they discussed the mystery, whose name was still not known. The mystery that had the power to put all of the gods under his powerful spell of seduction with just one, simple look. The mysterious and beautiful boy that was mute and unnatural to anything they have ever encountered before.
"Everyone let's be reasonable about this please!" "One comment at a time please!" Athena called, trying unsuccessfully to bring the noise and chaos to a more tolerable level.
"Before we talk about the boy any further, we need to at least find out his name, for he must have one." She always was the most refined and cultured of the Olympians.
While the other gods and goddesses of Olympus talked about the mute, Hestia noticed something wrong with Poseidon. He looked as if someone told him he had three days to live and he was thinking about all the stuff he wasn't going to be able to do after he died. She knew that wasn't the reason for his demeanor and deep down she had a feeling that Poseidon knew a lot more about the mystery than he led the others to believe. She also knew that he wanted to keep it a secret, so who was she to tell. It was his decision, and she respected that.
Hera was also sitting on her throne, contemplating the unnamed mute. She sensed something off about the boy, she just didn't know what it was yet. All she knew was that he was a dark,dangerous, mystery that could be a future threat to her family. Eventually she shook off her paranoia and thought to herself maybe it's nothing and she's just paranoid.
What if she was right?
What if he is so unpredictable and powerful that he changes fate itself?
What if that mysterious boy ends up being Olympus's undoing?
Only time will tell...