I'm so sorry for not updating in forever! I'm not gonna list excuses, just had lots of exams. I don't know if I have any readers left, but if there are any, thank you! It's crazy, I have over 200 followers! Love you guys! 3

Ugh, I have Libre Office on my computer and when I put the file in the Doc Manager, the text got all bunched up and weird. I had to go through the text, took me almost an hour! Well it's one here in Norway, I'm gonna sleep so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Lexie Cole left a review questioning why Percy didn't look his age - nine months old. And the reason to that, my friend, is because Percy is Lupas son, and having Ichor in his blood combined with thefact that he is part wolf makes him age faster than average and look older and behaving more mature than the age he is.

Now, what you all have been waiting for;

Chapter 4

"Percy!"

A stern, yet loving voice gasped. Percy's head shot up as he looked towards his mother, slowly the purple and blackness in his eyes drained away, showing his trademark sea green and silver orbs.

"Mom," He breathed, walking briskly towards her, Ares long forgotten. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you want me to..."

"Percy, I'm fine." She cut him off, smiling warmly at him, one that Percy gladly returned. She loved that her son was so protective of her. "Now get out of that form and let a mother see her son's face."

"But they..."

"Are gods, do as I say." She cuts off his protests, ignoring the glare he shot towards the gods. Percy cursed under his breath, sending a pleading look towards his mother, who just gave him a steely glare in return.

Reluctantly he changed into his human form, the transformation had never been painful for him, it was more like a ticklish feeling. And as a young pup, his mother had witnessed him laughing as he transformed many times.

The transformation went by quickly, and soon he stood there in full his height, head held high. Aphrodite had to stifle a gasp as she looked him up and down. He had a mop of messy, jet black hair resting on top of his head. He had the same intense, piercing eyes as in his wolf form, which were darting around, observing the throne room for an escape route.

His body made her feel all hot and warm, a slight blush coloring her cheeks - which was rare, as she had that effect on people, not the other way around. He was wearing denim pants, framing his butt nicely and hanging low enough to see the outlines of his V-lines. He also wore a black t-shirt that clung to his muscles, showing off his tanned arms and an outline of a nice six-pack.

She could stare at him all day long.

She was brought out of her trance when Ares, who was still lying on the ground, started shouting curses at Perseus, getting his double edge blade out and trying to point it at him, in what she suspected was supposed to be an intimidating way.

Percy shot a glance as Ares, before ignoring him completely and walking towards his mother.

When he reached her cage, he observed it for a couple of seconds, before he kicked a spot in the door on the cage, one that made it open.

"Wow, I'm almost impressed by the lack of security on these 'cages' of yours, Olympians." He mumbled, loud enough for the gods to hear, as he pushed a bar away with his foot.

Percy crouched down beside his mother, looking at the wounds that littered her body.

"Lady Hestia, if I may ask," he bowed towards the young goddess, who had stopped tending to the hearth and nodded, smiling brightly towards him, "can you please heal my mother? I know you have healing powers. I would like to relieve her pain, but she wont let me, and I think my mother would be uncomfortable with her torturer healing her." He nodded his head towards Apollo.

Apollo was offended, even if he hated himself for helping torture Lupa, his short temper was flaring, "Hey, kid! How do you know I would've healed her?"

"I would've made you." His voice held no hesitation - he was totally serious. This made Apollo shiver as he stared into the kids eyes, not wanting to think of the methods he would've used to make him comply.

The tension in the room started to build up, a pregnant silence hanging over them.

"Of course." Hestia said answering Percy's question with a heart-warming smile. A smile that made the tension dissolve immediately. Nobody could withstand Hestia.

She rose from sitting Indian style, her form shimmering and changing into one of a 25 year old - the same age Lupa looked - instead of her usual child-like form.

She walked over and knelt beside Lupa, Percy kneeling by her as well.

"Hello, Lupa. I'm sorry for not..."

"Don't be, old friend. I hold no grudges for you." Lupa managed to say before a coughing fit took over, wracking her body and making her curl in on her self.

Hestia frowned, she put her index and middle fingers on Lupas temples, humming a soft melody. Lupa felt a warm, soft fire that spread trough her body. It didn't hurt, but soothed her wounds, making them stop bleeding and close. She took a deep breath, uncurling her form when she felt no pain.

Percy smiled and hugged Hestia, muttering a 'thank you' into her fiery brown hair. She smiled and hugged him back, telling him to visit her more, as he had grown so much and she missed him dearly. Something he gladly agreed to.

"Thank you Hestia." Lupa said as she also hugged her old best friend.

"B-But… What..?" Zeus asked perplexed, he regained his composure before asking again, "since when did you have healing powers Hestia? And how dare you withhold the information that you knew about her spawn?!" The last part was more or less yelled at the goddess - who just stared up at him, her eyes changing onto one of raging fire.

"Yes I dare Zeus! And you dare torture one of my best and oldest friends! She didn't even do anything that puts us in any danger! Get a grip on yourself Zeus!" Her outburst was greeted by shocked silence. nobody had ever seen Hestia this angry or passionate about something, and her taking it out on someone, by yelling at them, was even more shocking coming from the usually peaceful hearth goddess.

"But she has broken her oath, something that should never be broken!"

"Don't make me laugh Zeus! You have broken that oath twice! In both your Greek and Roman form! With the same woman!" She yelled, her voice rising several octaves higher towards the end - giving it a slight hysterical edge.

Him being one of the big three and having two children was already strictly forbidden. But the children being siblings from two different cultures? That despised each other enough to kill each other on the spot, that was an even worse law to break.

Zeus looked at her shocked, mouth opening and closing repeatedly, resembling a fish out of water. The king of the Gods had believed that his secret was hidden safety away, something existing strictly between him and his lover only.

Well, Hera had met both his son and daughter and made the connection herself. Something that had led to a very nasty and painful affair, especially for his lower regions.

Something that puzzled him was Hestias knowledge of the childrens bond to each other. She must have seen the confusion in his eyes as she answered him simply, saying she was the goddess of family.

Her answer awoke the remains of her family from their shocked state. Sure, the family were up to date about Zeus' family arrangements, and he wasn't exactly nominated for "The Husband of the Year" award, but this new piece of information unleashed chaos inside of the throne rooms four walls.

The most violent reactions were, of course, emitted from Hades and Poseidon. Hades having been the only one able to keep it in his pants long enough and Poseidon because the consequences of Zeus' actions were more severe than anybody could imagine.

"ENOUGH!" The King of the Gods yelled as he repeatedly slammed his master bolt into the marble floor by his throne. All eyes turned on him ,expecting a valid answer.

"How could you! Do you even know the consequences to your actions, brother?" Poseidon shot with venom when his brother didn't come with an explanation.

Instead of solving the matter reasonably by apologizing and giving an explanation, Zeus retorted to other matters - too prideful to apologize and admit his wrongs.

"What about you, huh? You have a spawn of our own!"

Yes, Poseidon had a child, a son, actually. He was disappointed with himself that he had caved and sired a child. But his relationship with his wife, Amphitrite, was tense and his sons mother, Tanya, was seductive and available at the time. The Fates were not with him as Tanya discovered she was pregnant not long after their one-night-stand. Not wanting to be a horrible father, Poseidon had sent her monthly checks and a letter explaining the situation regarding monsters, Camp Half-Blood and his godly status. Looking back, he had realized his mistake - hell, he didn't even love the woman, it was just supposed to be fun.

"Oh my gods!" Poseidon face-palmed as he looked at his little brother in disbelief. "Seriously Zeus! My child has nothing to do with the fact that you sired siblings with he same woman in both your forms! If they discover each other it could lead to bloodshed between the Romans and Greeks - something I do not want to witness!"

The other gods sat there watching the interaction like a ping-pong fight - heads darting from Zeus to Poseidon and vice versa. While the other gods were watching, Ares sat there laughing at the thought of the conflict and battle that would surly arise.

"Don't be so grumpy, it can't be that bad anyway. I took him out before Thalia was old enough to suspect anything."

"Zeus, I don't think your seeing the big picture here..." Poseidon started before Zeus cut him off.

"You're just jealous! Because my children are older that yours is, resulting in one of them being the child of The Great Prophecy!" His words effectively changed the subject, changing the attention from his slight slip-up. Poseidon's son was sired not long after Zeus lover was knocked-up - resulting in Zeus' son, Jason, being older than his son, Eric.

Hades also has two children of his own - or had, as his daughter died on a quest with Eric to save Artemis - but they were born before the pact was made and placed in the Lotus Casino after Zeus killed their mother. Hades had recently gotten them out, with no real explanation. But his son, Nico, was younger than both Thalia, Jason and Eric.

"It's crazy that your exited about it dad, it gives your kids a higher chance of dying if one of them is the prophesy child." Apollo piped up, other gods nodding their consent.

"Well, if one fails then I have another one to try it on, no worries." He shot his son a smug smile that disappeared as soon as Hera smacked him on the back of his head.

"You idiot!", she hissed, "that is no way to treat your spawns! And they could even be the fall of Olympus!"

This resulted in a snort from Zeus, followed by him claiming that his children would be the strongest, most heroic heroes in millennium.

"Father," Athena cleared her throat, "I don't think Thalia is valid for the prophesy anymore, seeing as she's a hunter and will not age any longer."

"Nonsense, have you managed to solve it?"

"Not much, father. A lot is still questionable with the limited information, plus a lot of prophesies have hidden or double meanings. Apollo?"

Apollo looked up from his current game of 2048, having achieved the 2048 brick long ago didn't make the game any less challenging or fun though.

"Huh..? Oh yeah!", he cleared his throat,

"A child of the eldest

Shall walk through the endless

Seeks for home

On dark paths alone

Forces shall unite, others shall clash

Ones decision must not be rash

The choice will mark the hero's remaining days

Olympus to preserve or raze

Tadaa!"

Ignoring her half-brothers outburst at the end, Athena began to share what she already knew, "What I can gather out of this is that there will be a child of the eldest who will have to make a choice that can crush or raise Olympus,"

"No shit Sherlock!" Hermes and Apollo exclaimed.

"So we can safely say it's Thalia or Jason that will raise Olympus to it's fullest potential!"

"Father," Athena begins, "the prophecy doesn't specify a timeline. It could already have started, or it wont start in several decades. We have no clue on when it will happen, but now that we have several children of The Big Three - the eldest - we can assume that the prophecy has already begun or will soon."

"Great, we should prepare Jason so that he doesn't cave for the power and make the wrong choice." Hades said lazily from where he sat on his guest throne, Poseidon nodded in agreement.

Zeus snorted, "He does not need preparation for that! He is as loyal as his father is!"

"And what a reassurance that is." Hermes barked out between a laugh, receiving a withering glare from Zeus and a high-five from Apollo.

"Uhm," Percy coughed, "sorry to interrupt, but are you serious Zeus? Are you so ignorant that you believe your son is flawless and not corruptible? Well, newsflash - everybody is! And how do you even know if your kid is the supposed hero of this prophecy anyway? I'm pretty sure there are other higher powers that can be defined as the eldest. The world does not revolve around you or your family."

Finishing his rant, Percy saw that it wasn't the smartest thing to say, seeing as all the glares he was getting from various Zeus lovin' gods and goddesses, and his mother for disrespecting The King of the Gods like that. But he just couldn't hold it in any longer, the gods were plainly stupid sometimes.

"Oh, look, we forgot about the mutt." Dionysus muttered from beneath his wine-magazine, "We should kill him."

"No!" Lupa yelled in outrage, moving to stand in front of her son. "You are not killing my son! End of discussion!"

Zeus snorted, "Who are you to make this decision? You have broken your oath, therefor, you are unreliable. Plus it's your child, you are too attached. Now, lets have a vote, all in favor for killing the mutt?"

As several of the gods and goddesses began to raise their hands, something that would assure the death of Percy, his mothers voice rang out across the throne room, delivering information that shocked everybody into silence.

"Stop! You can't kill him for he is the prophecy child! A child of the eldest!"

*Drumroll*

Any guesses to who his father is? He'll (most likely) be featured in the next chapter!

Not the best, but I was satisfied with my prophesy. What do you think?

I know I'm disappointing a lot of you with my horrible updating routines, but I'm not a writer or that creative and I suck at writing things like this – writersblock loves me.

I know some of you are commenting on that Nyx has a husband and so on, but things can always change in my story. Btw, poll is closed Nyx WINS! Thank you all for voting, sorry to you Percy/Artemis fans.

Reveiws are greatly appreciated!

- Emma :)