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Chapter 5

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

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Well, until all Hades broke loose.

Percy's brain didn't really register his mother's words until everybody else had. His mind filled with several questions he just couldn't comprehend, making his head spin. But one question stood out for him, clear as day.

"What?" He questioned lamely, he looked up from where he had previously been watching his hands folded in front of him. He hadn't noticed that the throne room had gone silent - a result from Zeus' master bolt slamming into the ground when the confused and outraged yells from the Olympians became too much. Everybody's eyes were on him now, making him feel like a tiny ant up against giants.

He turned towards his mother, who was now standing a couple of feet away, looking at him in horror, hand covering her mouth. "Uhm, mom, I don't understand..." He trailed off, fidgeting under all the attention he was receiving.

"Yes, Lupa, I don't understand either." Zeus asked, looking at her skeptically.

She fumbled for something appropriate to say, something that wouldn't get her son killed in the process. But before she could formulate an appropriate response, somebody else beat her to it.

"She is simply saying that her son is the prophecy child. Which, by the way, means that none of your children will turn out to be." Hades said, looking smugly at his youngest brother - whose face was turning redder by the second in rage.

Athena studied the young boy in front of her with calculating grey eyes, "How old is the boy?"

"Fifteen, turning sixteen in August." Percy answered nonchalantly.

"So he's older than any of the other known Big Three children. If his father is one of them, he's eligible and next in line for the prophecy." Her intense stare kind of freaked Percy out - cold, intense, calculating grey eyes that seemed to be alight with knowledge and battle strategies. Something that wasn't so weird considering her godly titles. The hand that she wasn't resting her chin on, was absentmindedly tracing patterns on her grey marble throne - probably drawing battle plans.

"He can not be the prophecy child! Lupa is not one of the eldest! She is simply a Roman guardian and trainer! A child of the eldest clearly indicates one of the Big Three children - one of my children!" Zeus yelled in outrage, by now his face was as red as one of Apollo's sacred cows. The others present just rolled their eyes at his behavior.

"Of course he can be the prophecy child. I mean just look at him, I don't think those abs and that face can belong to a simple demigod. Now, I would love to know who his father is if he came out like this, I can't imagine what he looks like. Maybe I could borrow him for a nigh-"

"Aphrodite! I do not want to know what you do with the poor mortal men you manage to ensnare into your bedroom!" Artemis interrupted her babbling swiftly. Aphrodite simply looked up from her compact mirror - where she was fixing her flawless makeup, yet again.

"Oh, please, who said that it was only mortal men?" She quirked her eyebrow at her, sending a wink in her direction - to which Artemis only gave her a disgusted look. She looked towards Percy, "I would simply love to have you in my chambers as well, honey. Just say the word, I'll be there." She smirked seductively, Percy cheeks flamed as he looked away.

"But Aphrodite has a point," Athena pointed out as she turned toward Lupa as she stopped her glaring contest with an oblivious Aphrodite. Looking her directly in the eye, Athena voiced her next question with caution, "Who exactly is Percy's father?"

She broke eye contact the second she heard the question. She didn't want to tell the gods of her sons true parentage - that would surely get him killed on the spot.

"It doesn't matter who his father is, all you need to know is that he is destined to be the prophecy child." Lupa said desperately, wanting them to just let it go, but she knew that that wouldn't happen in millennia.

"Why won't you tell us, Lupa? The only way he can be the prophecy child is if he is a son of one of the Big Th-" Realisation dawned upon Zeus' face as he looked from Poseidon to Hades, shocked. "Dear lords, did one of you…", he cleared his throat, "do this?" He waved his hand towards Lupa and Percy, who were now standing together.

Percy's face still held a confused look, desperately trying to figure out who his father could be. He mentally went through any and all strange things he had experienced - which wasn't a lot at all. Actually, the only strange thing that happened was that when he was beating the shit out of Ares, it seemed like the war god couldn't break eye-contact no matter how much he wanted to. He had also noticed a silver and violet aura that surrounded him in those moments, so slight that you only noticed it if you stood close and payed attention. He knew the silver was his mothers, but the violet one was a mystery. But he knew neither Poseidon, Hades or Zeus held a violet aura.

"What?! Of course not!" Hades exclaimed, "Why would you accuse me? The only one who managed to keep it in my pants!"

Apollo snorted, leaned over towards Hermes and whispered, "Yeah right.", said god started coughing slightly to hide his amusement. Something that went unnoticed from everyone except Artemis, who glared at the troublemaker and her brother.

"And anyway," Hades cleared his throat, "he is almost a paper copy of Poseidon himself! Well, if you take away the whole werewolf concept." Slowly, all eyes in the throne room turned towards Poseidon. They really did look a lot alike; untamable, jet black hair, the vibrant sea green eyes - well, if you look away from the silver swirls - and the tall, muscular, yet lean body.

"No way!" Poseidon said sternly, he was rather offended that they accused him as well. Yes, the kid looked like him, but black hair and green eyes wasn't exactly a rare gift.

"Well, who is the father Lupa, who could it really be? If all us Big Three brothers deny it, he can't be the prophecy child. We are the oldest deities out there." Zeus questioned.

"So self centered." She mumbled before she cleared her throat and spoke so everyone could hear her clearly, "I am actually not-" Zeus opened his mouth to demand an answer, but wisely shut his mouth as his wife slapped his arm, "-allowed to reveal who it is. I have made an oath on the River Styx. And as you know, such oaths cannot be broken."

"Ugh! But there has to be a way! We need to know who his father is so we can prepare ourselves." Zeus grumbled.

"Can't we just kill the punk? I'll gladly do the deed, no worries." Ares grinned, "Then that other punk, Jason, gets the spotlight, isn't that what you want dad? At least we know he can fight, this kid doesn't look like much." Ares' face was still smeared with golden ichor, but the cuts had slowly healed throughout the conversation by itself. But underneath the golden ichor, Percy saw - with pride - that he had left four deep, long cuts, from the top right of his face, all the way down towards his left jawline.

"Seriously Ares, he just beat the shit out of you!" Hermes piped up from his throne, his face adorned with a mischievous grin - one that made you want to check your pockets for your possessions.

"I went easy on the kid! I was gonna get him real good when that mutt of his mother interfered!"

Percy snorted, "Excuses, excuses…"

"Watch it punk, or I'll show you just why I am the God of War." Ares sneered, red eyes glistening with blood lust.

"Stop, Percy. Please don't do anything irrational." Lupa muttered to him, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his arm. Percy quickly lost his will to glare at the war god, sending an apologetic glance towards his mother before Zeus started babbling his nonsense once again.

"But couldn't that be that answer? Just killing him so that Jason - somebody who's loyalty we know lies with Olympus - can be the prophecy child?" His eyes lighting up at the idea, "Athena?" He looked hopefully at his daughter. The thought of killing Lupas spawn was brightening up his day considerately.

"Hm, I think that could work. Jason is a son of the eldest, so I cannot see any problems with that plan."

"Yes!" Ares hollered at the same time that Lupa yelled an outraged "What?!" She looked at them all as if they were crazy - which, to an extent, they were. "You really think that will solve this 'problem', as you call it? By killing him? It will only make matters ten times worse!"

"And how exactly will it be worse, I believe Jason is more than capable in managing what the prophecy demands of him." Zeus snorted, his pride taking over - as always.

"Gods, you've got to be kidding me. First off, Jason is not powerful enough to take on what the prophecy demands of him. The things he will experience will crush his mind and soul, taking him so far into madness not even Dionysus could cure him. Second off, if you kill my son, he will still be the prophecy child, you will just have to go through so much more to get him back - if he even wants to fight for your cause that is. The war will go on with or without him in your or your childrens presence. And then, you will surely lose." Lupa crossed her arms, glaring at the King of Olympus.

"Are you saying that my son is weak?!" He thundered at the wolf goddess - who didn't flinch at his tone or glare.

"No, I am simply stating that Jason does not hold the required amount of power, or even the powers to do this successfully. Percy is simply stronger."

"It is my son, he will be stronger. We can train him here, personally, on Olympus. Now, this discussion is over." Zeus cleared his throat, "Lets put this to a vote, all in favor for executing Perseus?" The Olympians casted their vote by raising a hand, indicating their consent. The Olympians who didn't raise their hands were Poseidon, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hermes and surprisingly Hera. Percy looked sadly at Artemis, who had raised her hand. She probably held a grudge and was mad at him for 'hiding' in their camp.

"The council has spoken, the son of Lupa shall be executed at the hands of Ares." The King of Olympus smirked towards the pair, as Ares' malicious grin widened.

"Uhm, Zeus, Lord, whatever." Percy spoke up while raising his hand slightly to get his attention. He continued when Zeus gave him an expectant and excited look. Nothing the kid said now could ruin his mood. "I would really appreciate it if you, you know, didn't kill me. I really like living and staying with the hunters was great. Couldn't I just continue with that or something? Your son, Jason right? Yeah, he could be the prophecy child, it's not like i want to be the one. I didn't choose this."

Zeus snorted.

"Oh, c'mon guys. Like he said, it's not his fault that his father turned out to be some powerful elder deity and he has to fulfill an ancient prophecy that happens to foresee that his choice will be the destruction of Olympus or raising us to the fullest." Apollo tried reasoning with his fellow Olympians, "Lil' sis, your hunters loved having him in your camp! He helped you guys with a lot of stuff, they loved him!"

"Well that was before we found out he was a disgusting male, hiding in our camp. Who knows what he might have tried to do to the younger, vulnerable hunters! No, he deserves this!" She snarled, sending a withering glare towards Percy.

"Excuse me, Lady Artemis, but I would never in my life do anything like that to anyone. Especially to your hunters, I have come to respect and care for all of them. And if I ever did anything like that, my mom would hang me before you could even find me." He didn't want anybody to think that he would do anything like that, his mother had always taught him to respect everybody - especially women. And he understood why Artemis didn't like him, he was a male hiding in a camp full of man hating maidens. But Percy had found a home away from home, he liked it so much in the hunters camp, that he didn't want to reveal himself fearing that this would happen. But it did. Gotta love the Fates.

"Apollo, I am disappointed that you would go against me like this, but that is a discussion for another time. Now, I do not care what he would or would never do, the council has spoken, he shall be executed. And we will do so now. Ares, if you would?"

Ares jumped off his throne, wiping away some of the access ichor that was dripping down his jaw. Aphrodite tried to stop him, as did the other Olympians who didn't voted for his death, but to no avail - he was on a mission - nothing would stop him from showing Percy the true reason to why he was the God of War.

"No, Percy…" Lupa turned towards her son, tears gathering in her eyes as a lump formed in her throat. As she looked at her love and pride, she saw the sadness and longing in his eyes, but he tried to look strong - not giving Ares or Zeus the satisfaction of seeing his fear.

As he hugged his mother for what would most likely be the last time in his life, he whispered softly in her ear, "I love you, mom. You're the best mother anyone could ask for, thank you for everything. And when or if you talk to my father again, please tell him that I never held any grudges towards him, I love him too. Listen, before they kill me, I want you to teleport away. Not home, but somewhere safe where they can't find you, okay?" He pulled back a bit so he could look into his mothers eyes, when he saw her reluctance, he whispered softly, "Please, mom. Do this last thing for me. Love you" She nodded as he smiled, kissed her forehead and wiped away her tears. He then proceeded to wipe away his own tears and turned towards where Ares stood.

"You done crying, punk? Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this." He smirked as he brandished his longsword, it was magnificent, fitting for a war god. It held a skull-shaped pommel with a ruby embedded in its mouth. He stalked towards the son of Lupa, grinning like a fool. But when he came within fighting distance, and the kid just stood there emotionlessly - not shifting into his wolf form or brandishing a weapon. Ares' expectations of the upcoming fight dwindled down.

"What's wrong punk? Not even gonna fight me? Huh?" He taunted, trying - and failing - to get a response from the boy. "Oh, well. This'll be easy then." He held his sword over the kids neck, ready to remove his head from his body. "Bye, bye, mutt"

As the sword descended towards his neck, Percy looked at his mother with pleading, loving eyes - begging her to leave. She didn't have to see her son get decapitated before her eyes, who knew what that would do to a mother.

But right before the sword marked the son of Lupa's skin, the room instantly grew dark and cold as a strong presence entered the Throne room of Olympus. Violet fire shot from the throne room doors towards the war god in the form of a giant hand, lifting him off the ground. Ares' sword clattered against the marble floor as he screamed in pain, desperately clawing at his neck.

The powerful presence grew stronger as it lifted a screaming Ares higher, laughing at him. The voice was old and ancient, obviously male, the power behind it made the Olympians shrink into their thrones.

"You puny god, thinking your are so much better than everyone else. What do you think you are doing trying to kill my son?!"

I like cliffhangers :D

Another chapter has passed! Hoped it lived up to your expectations.

So as you can probably guess, Percy's father is pretty powerful and old. I've already decided who it is and he will be named in the next chapter!

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