Red Tears Middle Ground

by Deadly Thinking

Fate had always been a fork in the road. We have been told that we have only been given two choices. Despite this, I looked past the left and right. I looked at how there were foot steps in the grass and followed. A path seen by few, a choice that no one will know of. No one will know what will happen with this choice. They will never know of the Red Tears.

3. Chapter 3

Reconstruction

I awoke to a familiar scene. A bright white ceiling. An IV to my left and a heart beat monitor to my right. Looking around me, I saw two chairs, a desk, and a clipboard with my face on it. As I tried to rise, I felt my wrists unable to rise. When I looked towards them, I had been bound to my hospital bed. I couldn't help but think about how cruel Fate is. Even if I freed myself from a life of a hero, I am still sucked in. As I continued to dwell on these thoughts, I didn't hear the door open.

"You finally awake boy?" I looked up at see Artemis watching me warily. I gave a blank look and didn't respond. "You know, we are all wondering just who you are. The amount of power you released was greater than our own. Yet mortal blood runs through your veins. So we are willing to compromise. You help us, we help you. Simple right?" I simply looked towards the bright white ceiling above.

"Nothing is ever simple with you Olympians." I responded as flatly as I could. Shifting my focus to the silver eyes of Artemis. The passion she holds in her beliefs, the lack of comfort from having to deal with a male, the annoyance that I had lumped her in with rest of her family. All of it had shown in eyes. Al I could wonder is what my eyes were showing her.

Artemis

"Nothing is ever simple with you Olympians." I felt my pride flare at this response. I am not the same as my father, uncles, and brothers. As he shifted his attention to me, I finally got a look into his eyes. Before, his hairline perfectly blocked the outside world from looking into his eyes, now all I could see was a pool of hopelessness. With no discernible color. Suddenly his form began to flicker, until static formed around him. The average looking boy now looked like an Olympian swimmer. His long brown hair now a shade of black. His pale skin riddled with an unknown amount of scars. Sea green eyes with red lines running past them. All I could think of though was the head ache that had risen from looking into his eyes. He looked painfully familiar, but I didn't know from where. Before I could question him on his change of looks, he spoke once more. "I honestly don't care about this world anymore, but for the sake of my past I shall help you, now if you can release me from these cuffs, that'd be great." I just complied with what he asked. Any questions I ask now could be asked at the meeting later.

Time skip

We all sat in our thrones with Jackson Pierce, undisguised, sitting ankles shackled to a folding chair. We would have used celestial bronze chains, but they fell right through him, proving he was a mortal. Now what to ask and how to ask it. While we all contemplated on how to start this meeting, he decided to start it for us.

"Now that you have me supposedly locked down, you mind telling me why the fuck I am even here?" Asking calmly, but able to feel the anger behind his words. Athena was the one to answer.

"Jackson, as of the past few years, we have been looking for a clear sighted mortal to take the role in this next prophecy provided to us. It goes like this." She took breath before reciting it once again.

"As the Fates lose control
The power of Tears will take its toll
Returning them back to their place
Becoming the god's final ace
Red and Blue shall lead the way
To prevent an endless dismay"

All I could see was the disappointment in the eyes of the mortal. As though there was a memory he wished to have forgotten, but is stuck with it eternally. Suddenly three flashes arrived behind the boy. We all looked away for a moment, when our eyes returned, we saw the Fates.

"Olympians, we come with a warning directly from us," all three spoke in unison," the past as you know and don't know will collide with the present. And previous mistakes shall be shown." Suddenly they pulled out a string of 14 colors, and two more strings. One blue the other red."This, is the string of Olympus. The Red is wielder of the Red Tears. The blue is our current Hero of Olympus. All three of these share a connection, and that connection is right here." Pointing at Jackson,"Perseus, you need not to explain the past, but you are going to needed for the future. We did not set you on the path of being a hero. Your string merely guided it's way in the web of fate. We are truly sorry for your loss." All three end there, bowed to the mere mortal and flashed away. The one thought that us Olympians shared was, who is this being here in front of us.

Percy/Jackson

Oh boy, just when thought thus day couldn't get any worse, come down personally making the situation more troublesome than it already was. I could feel the confusion as the Fates bowing to a mere mortal. I right there decided to give the most intelligent response I could think up.

"So, any questions?" They all continued to look at me until Artemis asks the most important question.

"Who are you really Jackson?" I sighed as this was going to require some colorful wording to avoid opening up closed memories.

"I am a simple mortal, cursed by the powers of the Fates. To never escape the role of a hero."

What do you mean a hero? You have no power in your blood what so ever." Ares managed to grunt out. I then decided to let my marks glow. From behind my hairline, it looked like red diamonds where eyes would be. And the rings around my wrist cloned themselves and marked my whole arm instead of the wrist only. The crimson aura around me, daring him to say question me. He instead shut up and looked away. I returned to my normal self and looked towards Hermes.

"Lord Hermes, I am pretty sure you could explain what this power I have now can't you?"

Athena

The power thus mere mortal was emitting was great, but that was if we were feeling fir a power surge. Otherwise we would have not felt it. I don't know what he is. And my pride was telling me not to trust this mortal. He knew too much for such a little existence. But I shoved that thought down as a head ache formed. Suddenly I felt a memory leak, and heard Jackson's voice.

"I am sorry that I failed you." As a memory of a black haired child and my daughter rose, mixing in with the discussion I had with Thomas when he refused Godhood to be with my daughter. After it passed, I focused on what directed our attention to, Hermes. He was pale like he was holding a secret unknown to most. He looked around, a wild animalistic look in his eyes. After taking a few breathes, he stood from his throne and spoke in a language I didn't know.

"machafuko kuja hapa." Suddenly, a white void appeared beside him, what rose was a simple 19 year old girl whose yellow hoodie went past her hands and acted as a decent length skirt. He skin as tan as Thomas's. Her eyes are what captivated us though. Like Aphrodite's, they constantly shifted hues.

"Yea Herms, what you need?" Asked this supposed teenage girl.

"I think you should explain the circumstances of the mortal in front of us Chaos." Of all the surprises today, this is the biggest. Chaos is simply a teenage girl? As the rest of the Olympians continued to stare, she looked towards the now bored captive. When she saw him her eyes lit up like she was a child being given a new toy. She ran and jumped into his arms yelling Pierce.

"Hey Chao, how's it been in the other worlds." He asked her with the first smile I've seen on his face since we discovered him.

"Not much, just ending civilizations gone wrong. Nothing new, but mister Red Tears, why was I called by Hermes for such a petty reason as explaining your past?" She responded calmly, but you could feel the tension rise in the room, as he rubbed the back of his head.

"So that I could do this." As he finished that statement, his form collapsed, leaving a red puddle and no body. As if he took a dive in the circle he abandoned. Chaos fell on top of the puddle, staining the hoodie. When she stood up she yelled.

"JACKSON PIERCE, WHEN I FIND YOU AGAIN YOU ARE IN FOR A ASS WHOOPING!" As she turned away from the puddle, she put her hands behind her back, tilted her head with a smile asked us."So what do you pathetic excuses of power need?"

Hello Hello, a day late, but not a dollar short. Sorry bout that. Was sick over the weekend and couldn't get out of my bed. I just managed to crawl to the basement to get to the desktop. so sorry about the quality, and was anyone expecting this to shift into a Chaos-esque story? If you did cookie to you. Also, I request two Ocs. Pm it to me, with these , Personality type,( ), hair color, lineage( you can make one up if you want to), and gender. With that I leave you once again. Till they blow this candle out. Later

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