The Infinite Proposal- Wrath
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On cue, a plate of ambrosia, and a goblet of nectar appeared in front of Percy. He hesitantly took the godly food, and ate it in a few seconds. After he finished, he looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him expectantly. Percy was confused as to why they were looking at him this way. He soon understood, as he suddenly blacked out and landed on a pair of arms.
Arthur's note: So… It begins… After waiting for months, Wrath has finally brought you another chapter. Because he has time… Sorry for the wait… SOOO tired.
Percy was dreaming. It was a peculiar dream. His dream was about a sinister looking man. He could only see the true nature of his face: sinister. Percy couldn't see that man. It was because everything was blurred like a messy pastel painting.
Was he could see was what he could guess. The man's surroundings looked like a big, golden box, with a table in the middle. At the table were a people, all dressed in greek robes, with bowls filled with food in front of their chests. But that man's silhouette stood out. To Percy, came a feeling of curiosity. Why was he having this dream?
Suddenly, he saw a snake like figure move from that man's body. An arm. It slowly reached out to the bowl, and quickly went back inside to the stranger's ancient robe.
The dream then changed, as it moved to a seemingly vast dome, with big chairs in a U formation. Percy concluded that this was the Olympus throne room. Each throne was occupied with deities, the 12 Olympians. At the sides of the thrones, were Hestia and Hades. What was in the middle caught Percy's attention. It was the same man he saw in the big, golden mansion. Percy still couldn't see his face, but the words Zeus spoke gave him clues as of what his dream was about.
"Tantulus!" Zeus started, "You are guilty of having the divine food of Olympus! Stealing the food has found you rights for punishments and trial. What say you in defence?"- And the dream cut off again.
For the final parts of his dream, it was only a set of unclear pictures. One was Tantulus leaning down on was looked like a lake, and another being 3 people sitting by a table, surrounded by a dark sky. Suddenly, Tantulus looked at Percy. Tantulus's eyes were filled with revenge.
"Percy, I hereby sentence you to Tartarus!"
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He woke up in a bright room, only to close his eyes in pain. His whole body felt like it was dipped in Styx multiple times.
He heard a gasp close to his right ear.
"Mmph!" Something landed on Percy. It was Hestia. When she looked up, Percy instantly felt sad. Her orange eyes were brimmed with red, her eyelids marked with caring tear. Her hair looked a little messy, but she still looked enchanting as ever.
"A week…" She whispered. "I was so worried about you, Percy…" She lifted her hands and started petting his hair.
Percy found it kind of awkward. He couldn't speak. He tried to open his mouth, but it felt like his jaw bones were glued together with Roman cement.
"Oh… About that…" Hestia interjected. "You won't be able to speak for a few days. Kind of a side effect. But if you want to talk, write it down on this notebook."
Next to him laid a blue-green notebook with Percy's name on it. He then look around the room. It wasn't anything special, it has white walls, marble floor, and just a desk and a bed next to eachother.
He opened his notebook and wrote, "Where are we?"
"The Olympic hospital Percy. You were brought here about a week ago…"
(notes will be slanted) " So I'm now a god?"
"Yes Percy, and a powerful one too." Hestia said with a sad smile, her fire-like hair dropping over her face.
"Of what?"
"You'll find out in the throne room. But first you must rest." Hestia touched his forehead and kissed his cheek. She then grabbed his hand and said an incantation, and it said "Sleep".
A couple of days later.
Percy gained the ability to move and talk after resting a few days. But as the days went by, he felt much stronger, and lighter. He felt like he was overflowing with energy.
He stood in front of the Council and prepared to be granted a domain. His father, Poseidon, was rewarded an opportunity to give Percy a domain, or multiple if Percy and the Council chose so.
Poseidon stood up, his trident in his right hand, his eyes blue and wise. If anyone looked at him, they would automatically say that he is a deity. His beard was grey, but somehow gave him a look of power. His hair was just as dark as Percy's, but longer until it reached his ears. Poseidon was wearing a green robe, long and flowing.
"My son, Percy, has been rewarded immortality for saving all-mighty Olympus and its inhabitants. Does anyone think that he is not worthy?" Poseidon questioned the Council. Nobody said anything.
Poseidon turned around and faced a kneeling Percy. He could tell that Percy's knees won't be able to kneel longer on the hard, marble floor.
"Perseus Jackson, in honor of such heroics, I and the Council hereby grant you the rights to choose your own domains, as long as it isn't taken already."
Percy was utterly confused. What domain should he take? He found a solution.
"Dad, I'm not sure if I can choose. It's too hard." Percy said, before Athena snorted.
Athena rose up, "Why not do a draw?"
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Zeus was now ready to take a piece of paper out of Herme's cap. Each god and goddess rode down their suggestion on a card and put it in the cap. Zeus took one out.
"From Hades," Zeus said," It reads…"
Percy was nervous to say the least.
"Perseus's domain shall be …. God of strength and honor?" Zeus finished.
To Percy, it sounded too cliché to be true. Too common. Strength and honor? Seriously?
Suddenly, a white light surrounded him. It engulfed him and grew brighter and brighter. The light filled the room, and blinded all of the residents in the throne room.
The light died down, and revealed something different. Percy was not Percy. He was a BIG Percy. His height grew, his sea-green eyes grew even deeper, his muscle tone enhanced. All in all, he looked godly. All of the deities' eyes widened. To them, Percy had a much stronger reaction to the blessing than anyone else.
Percy rose and saluted to the gods.
"Here I am." Percy said in a deeper voice.