Alexander ~
It was definitely a hard decision to make, but after the three straight days of confining myself to a room and only thinking about Nico's situation did I finally come to a conclusion and return all of his memories. At first, my half brother was disappointed that I had chosen to return even the memories of his sister's deaths, but soon thought otherwise. Nico still stays at Camp Half-Blood but often visits the Underworld, obviously to see his sister, Bianca, who was now happily at Elysium, never to be manipulated by the Titans again.
Life as a god and especially one on the Olympian council was stressful and routine but was balanced out by some fun times as well. Who knew that an Olympian party could be so much fun, especially one hosted by Dionysus, who was known as the most boring and grumpy god? Being the Lord of Truth as well as the five sacred rivers wasn't as easy as I once thought it would be. I could hear all the promises and vows that mortals, demigods, and even the gods made. I also knew whenever promises or vows were broken as well as whomever it was that broke it. It surprised me how many promises and vows were made each day, and it pained me to know how many were broken eventually. I respected those who kept their promises or vows though, some of them even made me smile because of their dedication and love for others or what they are passionate about.
I was sitting on my throne here on Olympus when I heard one particular broken promise that completely struck me and completely pissed me off. A father had promised his wife that he would look after their newborn daughter when she died. Once the father agreed that he would, the mother took her final breath with her newborn child in her lifeless arms. The father blamed his daughter for his wife's death and whipped her continuously with his belt until she was covered completely in blood before leaving her there to die. I immediately teleported to where the newborn child lay, willing all of my godly powers to heal the dying girl. Fortunately with all the prayers to my father, the Three Fates did not will this girl's string of life to be cut. It was right then that I made one of my most drastic decisions as a god, I claimed this girl as my daughter. There was an image of a golden wolf and five silver intertwining streaks spinning above her head, my symbol, officially declaring that this girl was now my rightful daughter.
"I shall name you Aletheia," I said as I wrapped her up in my black robe. "I swear on the River Styx that I will always protect and watch over you. Nothing like what your birthfather did to you will ever happen again." Thunder boomed in the distance, and the promise that I had just made echoed through my head, confirming the vow that I the Lord of Truth had just made.
"Aletheia," I said softly again. "The Greek word for truth," I whispered to my sleeping daughter, which I held tight against my chest. "You have been given the power to determine truth and lie as well as the power to shadow travel whenever you need to." I said as I focused on my powers and transferred some of it over to her.
I sighed. There was no way that I could take care of Aletheia by myself since I had no experience at all with babies or even a sibling, but there was only one place that I could take her; a place that she would be safe, a place where she would valued for who she was, a place where she would be accepted as a member of a family, an everlasting one. I was going to bring her to the hunt.
I apologize for the extremely long amount of time it took to update this story as well as the short length of this chapter, but writer's block has overcome me yet again, making my mind come up with nothing but blank thoughts. I'll try my best to update this, as well as other fics that I have. Thank you for your patience and understanding. Please R&R!
~the ghost king