Chapter 4: Some Assembly Necessary

Location: Hearth of Mount Olympus

Hestia and Apollo stood near the warm hearth of Mount Olympus, their expressions grave as they discussed the unfolding events and their suspicions about the prophecy. Concern for the well-being of Artemis and Perseus weighed heavily on their hearts, and they knew they needed to act cautiously.

Hestia spoke first, her voice low but filled with determination. "Apollo, I can't help but feel that Perseus and Artemis might be more connected to the prophecy than we initially thought. Their respective domains and abilities, it all seems to align with the cryptic messages we've received."

Apollo nodded solemnly, acknowledging the gravity of Hestia's observations. "I share your concerns, dear sister. The threads of fate seem to intertwine around them. But we must keep this knowledge hidden, especially from Aphrodite. She may play her games, and we can't afford any complications for them right now."

Hestia agreed, her gaze focused and resolute. "Exactly. Their healing and safety are of utmost importance. We need to guide them without Aphrodite's meddling, let their connection grow naturally. It could be the key to navigating the turbulent times ahead for Olympus."

Just as they spoke, the air around them seemed to shimmer with an alluring energy. Suddenly, a captivating figure appeared before them, her aura radiating beauty and charm. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love and desire, known for her penchant for meddling in the affairs of others.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Aphrodite purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she sauntered towards Apollo and Hestia. "Are we discussing the heartaches and longings of dear Artemis and Perseus?"

Apollo's heart raced, but he maintained his composure, careful not to reveal too much. "Ah, Aphrodite, goddess of love, always keeping an eye on matters of the heart, I see."

Hestia's eyes darted between her brother and Aphrodite, her thoughts calculating. "Indeed, dear sister. We were merely discussing the importance of friendship and companionship during these trying times."

Aphrodite giggled playfully, her voice a melodious cascade of charm. "Oh, but what better time for love to blossom than amidst the pangs of sorrow? Perhaps the Hunter and the Hero could find solace in each other's arms, exploring the depths of their desires."

Hestia's expression turned more serious, her voice firm. "Aphrodite, we appreciate your concern, but we must be cautious. Their healing and safety must be our priority, not romantic entanglements."

Apollo added with a hint of playfulness, "Indeed. Love should be allowed to blossom on its own, like the hearth's flame, without anyone meddling too much with the embers."

Aphrodite twirled a lock of her golden hair between her fingers, her enchanting aura seemingly undiminished by their words. "Oh, I understand. I shall take my leave then, but do remember, love has a way of finding even the most resistant hearts."

As Aphrodite left the hearth, Hestia let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "That goddess and her insatiable appetite for love affairs."

Apollo grinned mischievously. "Indeed, her pursuits keep things interesting on Olympus, don't they?"

Hestia teased, "Careful now, Apollo. I hope you're not secretly enjoying her attention too much."

Apollo feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Aunt Hestia, you wound me with such accusations. My heart belongs only to my dear friends and family."

Hestia laughed warmly, knowing that beneath Apollo's playful exterior, he was indeed deeply devoted to those he cared about. "I know, dear nephew. Your loyalty is commendable."

With Aphrodite gone, Hestia turned back to Apollo, her expression serious once again. "We must proceed with caution. I fear the prophecy holds great challenges for Perseus and Artemis. Let us work on guiding and healing them, helping them find strength in their connection."

Apollo nodded, a determined glint in his golden eyes. "I agree, sister. Their bond might be the key to seeing Olympus through these harrowing times. We shall be their support, their strength."

Hestia placed a hand on her brother's shoulder, a silent vow passing between them. "Let us protect them, guide them, and keep Olympus safe. Our family's unity will be our strength in the days to come."


Location: Perseus' Lodge

Time: Morning

After the harrowing dream that plagued him, he had to get out of this confined cabin. A look and a meow from Lux decided his next course of action. "I know, I know…. I'll go get us some food." Percy replied to the cat. After five years of living with the little furball he had gotten used to his wants.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Percy ventured into the forested and swampy areas surrounding his house, in search of food for the morning's breakfast. His trusty celestial bronze sword, Riptide, hung by his side, a constant reminder of the challenges he faced as a demigod.

The woods welcomed him, and Percy moved through the undergrowth with the grace of a seasoned hunter. His connection with nature seemed to guide him, the flora and fauna whispering their secrets. Soon, he spotted a formidable boar snorting and rooting for food. The prospect of fresh meat for his family motivated him, and he readied himself for the hunt.

Drawing Riptide from its sheath, Percy approached the boar with caution, moving silently so as not to startle the creature. With his demigod reflexes, he sidestepped the boar's charge and delivered a precise strike with Riptide. The boar fought fiercely, but Percy's skill and determination won out. With a final, decisive blow, the boar fell, providing sustenance for his family.

Back at his house, Percy prepared the boar for the morning's meal. But before he and lux partook in the feast, he felt the need to express gratitude to the gods who had pulled him out of the hell he had been living. If it weren't for Apollo, and Hestia he would still be the rut that had been plaguing him for the past five years. Annabeth's death still haunted him but he wasn't the only one who had lost that day. Briefly Artemis came to mind, with Apollo's words reeling in his head. He took a portion of the boar meat and offered it as a sacrifice, placing it by the fireplace in his living room he called out. " To Apollo, thanks for the beer, next time we're playing Halo." with his first offering he felt a mix of humor and appreciation. Moving on to the next. He murmured " To Hestia."

Moving forward with his offerings. He then sacrificed a limb of the swine to his father. The conversation he had with Apollo previously still working its way through his brain, he takes the head of the beast and offers it to Artemis. " I don't know if I should be doing this, please don't turn me into a Jackalope but Apollo told me what happened to your hunt. With what happened to Annabeth, I just wanted to let you know I understand."

With that the head disappeared. He felt nothing from the sacrifice but, at least he wasn't a jackalope, he mused. Tossing a piece of the cooked meat to lux he began to eat his breakfast.

Location: somewhere in the wilderness of the Americas

In the heart of the untamed wilderness, where the trees whispered ancient secrets and the moonlight cast its ethereal glow, Artemis, the fiercely independent goddess of the hunt, moved with grace and purpose. Her silver eyes surveyed the land, ever watchful for any disturbance in her sacred domain.

Amidst the rustling leaves and nocturnal sounds, a flicker of mortal presence caught her attention. Not far away, an offering lay upon the ground, placed with reverence and sincerity. The scent of the sacrificed boar's head wafted in the air, carrying the essence of Perseus' sentiments.

Artemis recognized the energy of the offering, and while she had little fondness for most mortals, this gesture intrigued her. She did not show it, but a hint of curiosity touched her otherwise impassive expression. Such tributes were rare, especially from male demigods, and it piqued her interest.

As she observed the offering, memories from the past stirred within her. A time long ago, when Perseus, in his mortal form, had shouldered the weight of the sky for her sake. It was a selfless act, one that had not gone unnoticed by the goddess, even though she had not openly acknowledged it. She wondered if he still carried that burden, not the physical one, but the emotional weight that came with heroism.

And then, another memory surfaced – Zoe Nightshade, the brave and loyal hunter of Artemis' band of immortal maidens. Perseus and Zoe had forged a deep friendship during their quests together, and the news of Zoe's fate had surely left its mark on him. Artemis understood the complexities of mortality and the fleeting nature of life, and she knew that such losses weighed heavily on the hearts of those left behind.

With a subtle motion of her hand, the offering was enveloped in a silvery glow, and it vanished from its original location. Teleported from the mortal realm to the divine, the tribute from Perseus now resided before Artemis, a token of the demigod's unspoken thoughts.

As she contemplated the offering, memories of past encounters with Perseus and the bond he shared with her hunters lingered. The hero had earned her respect, not through grand gestures or empty words, but through genuine acts of bravery and compassion. Artemis valued loyalty above all else, and Perseus had shown it in the friendships he forged and the sacrifices he made.

She remained unseen, making no visible response, for her heart was guarded against attachments. Yet, in the deepest recesses of her being, a flicker of acknowledgment for the young demigod's offering stirred. It wasn't the praise or admiration she sought; it was the recognition of the pain and burdens they both carried.

With the moon as her witness, Artemis allowed the moment to linger briefly before fading deeper into the wilderness. No words were spoken, no visible emotions conveyed. The connection formed with Perseus in that fleeting moment was subtle yet profound.

As far as Perseus was concerned, the goddess had remained distant and unseen. He might never know that his offering reached the goddess's hands directly, or that she had quietly mused over his past deeds. But the bond forged between them through shared experiences and unspoken tributes became a thread of understanding that would shape their destinies in the face of looming challenges.

As Percy made his way to the lakeside pier, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Meeting his father, Poseidon, after all these years was a momentous occasion. He had grown up knowing he was a demigod, but Poseidon's presence in his life had been scarce, bound by ancient laws that kept the gods away from their mortal offspring. As he approached the pier, his eyes fell upon a figure decked out in fishing gear, standing by the edge of the water with an extra fishing pole. Percy's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the sea-green eyes and regal presence that could only belong to one person – his father, Poseidon. "Dad?" Percy's voice was soft, almost uncertain, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Poseidon turned to face his son, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Hello, Percy." His voice carried the soothing melody of ocean waves.

"It's good to see you, my boy." Percy felt a lump forming in his throat as he closed the distance between them. The father he had longed to know stood before him, and he couldn't hold back the emotions welling up inside.

"Hi, Dad," Percy replied, his voice wavering with both joy and sorrow. "I... I never thought I'd get to see you like this." Poseidon's eyes softened with understanding.

"I know, Percy, and I'm sorry for my absence. Ancient laws kept me away, but I've always watched over you from afar." Percy nodded, feeling the weight of those words. "I understand. It's just... it hasn't been easy without you."

Poseidon placed a reassuring hand on Percy's shoulder. "I know, my son.

Losing your mother, Sally, was a heavy blow. She was a remarkable woman, and I wish I could have been there to support both of you."

A hint of sadness crossed Percy's face as he remembered his mother. "Yeah, she was incredible. We used to go to Montauk Beach together. It was our special place."

Poseidon's eyes sparkled with memories of his time with Sally. "Yes, I remember. Your mother was a force of nature, and she had a profound connection with the sea. Some of our fondest memories were at Montauk Beach."

As the evening deepened, Percy and Poseidon continued their heartfelt conversation. They spoke of the times Percy had faced daunting challenges, the battles he had fought, and the victories he had achieved. Poseidon listened with pride, impressed by the courage and strength his son had displayed throughout his life.

The smile on his face was a stark contrast of what Poseidon was use to in their brief Iris messages these past few years. Grief weighed heavy upon Perseus. It was good to finally see him smile again.

As the night sky filled with stars, Poseidon revealed the true nature of the trident pendant. He held it gently in his hand, and with a soft incantation in Ancient Greek, the necklace began to shimmer and change. The trident symbol on the pendant expanded, growing more detailed, until it became a small, elegant trident carved in sea-blue gemstones. The essence of the sea seemed to be contained within it, emanating power and wisdom.

On the side of the trident, the word "Reconciliation" was etched in beautiful Greek lettering, a testament to the newfound bond between father and son.

"This trident holds a fraction of my power, Percy," Poseidon explained. "It will serve as a connection between us, a reminder that we are always linked, even when we may be physically apart. It also represents the reconciliation between us, a chance to build a relationship anew."

Percy held the trident pendant, feeling its energy coursing through him. "I'll treasure it always," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Thank you, Dad."

Poseidon smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Percy. And know that whenever you need me, you can call upon the power within this trident, and I will be there to assist you in battle." With a flourish, the pendant transformed into a mighty trident fit for a god.

It exuded a majestic aura that left Percy in awe. The trident's shaft was made of shimmering celestial bronze, reflecting the colors of the sea and the sky. At its core, the metal seemed to ripple like water, giving it an otherworldly appearance.

The prongs of the trident were formed from purest silver, intricately detailed and perfectly balanced. Each prong bore a unique symbol representing the elements of water, earth, and air, reminding Percy of the immense power his father held over the seas and the natural world.

The handle was wrapped in the finest leather, bearing carvings of aquatic creatures and symbols of Poseidon's domain. As Percy held the trident, he could feel the pulse of the ocean resonating through it, as if the weapon itself was alive.

The trident's overall design was elegant and regal, reflecting the divine artistry of Poseidon. It was both a weapon of immense power and a symbol of authority, embodying the essence of its creator.

As Percy admired the trident, Poseidon explained its significance. "This trident, my son, is a gift from the depths of my heart. It carries the essence of the seas and the power of my domain. With it, you can command the waters and bend them to your will far more easier than you have previously. The powers of the Earthshaker and Strombringer have also been amplified."

Percy marveled at the trident's beauty and the honor his father bestowed upon him. He understood that this weapon was not just a tool for battle but a symbol of their connection as father and son.

"Thank you, Dad," Percy said, his voice filled with gratitude and respect. "I will cherish this trident always."

Poseidon smiled warmly at his son. "You have grown into a formidable demigod, Percy. It is time for you to wield the power that is rightfully yours. Use this trident wisely, and remember that I am always with you, supporting you."

As the night wore on, the conversation transitioned to lighter topics. Poseidon regaled Percy with tales of the wonders of the sea, and Percy shared amusing stories of his mortal life. The atmosphere was filled with warmth and laughter, as if the years of absence were being erased with every moment they spent together.

In the distance, a gentle breeze rippled across the lake, creating ripples on the water's surface. Poseidon suggested they try fishing, and with a grin, Percy agreed.

They cast their lines into the water, and in a serene moment, they waited in comfortable silence. The moon's reflection danced on the lake, and the stars shimmered above, casting a magical glow on the scene.

Percy couldn't help but marvel at the tranquility of the moment. He had always felt a connection to the sea, but fishing with his father, the god of the sea, brought a sense of contentment he had never known.

Poseidon broke the silence. "You know, Percy, I may have missed much of your life, but I promise you this – I will be here for you from now on. We may not be able to change the past, but we can shape the future together."

Percy turned to his father, a genuine smile on his face. "I believe you, Dad. And I'm looking forward to building a relationship with you, one that will endure through the ages."

Poseidon nodded, his eyes filled with fatherly love. "As am I, Percy. You have grown into a remarkable young man, and I am proud to call you my son."

As they continued fishing together, Percy felt a sense of peace he had never experienced before. The waters seemed to whisper ancient tales of gods and heroes, and he knew that from that day on, he would have the guidance and support of his father, Poseidon, whenever he needed it.

With the trident in his possession, Percy felt a newfound sense of purpose and strength. He knew that this gift represented not just the power of the sea but also the love and acceptance of his father, which meant more to him than any weapon ever could.

As their conversation continued, Poseidon's eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and affection. He spoke fondly of Percy's mother, Sally, and the cherished memories they shared. "Your mother was an extraordinary woman, Percy. We used to visit Montauk Beach together. It was our special place, where the waves sang their lullabies and the sunsets painted the sky with hues of gold. I treasured those moments with her."

Percy listened intently, his heart swelling with emotions. He had often wondered about his parents' time together, and now, hearing his father speak of their love, he felt a connection to a past he had only glimpsed in his dreams.

As the day turned to night, the two of them sat together on the lakeside pier, fishing poles forgotten as they simply enjoyed each other's company. They shared stories and laughter, finally experiencing the father-son bond they had longed for.

As Percy and Poseidon continued to talk by the lakeside pier, the weight of the prophecy lingered in Poseidon's heart. He knew of the challenges that lay ahead, the harrowing times Olympus would face, but he chose not to burden Percy with this knowledge just yet.

As the stars glistened above and the gentle waves of the lake whispered in the background, Poseidon felt a sense of peace settle within him. The trident pendant, now transformed into a powerful weapon, rested against Percy's chest, symbolizing not only the connection between father and son but also the strength of their newfound bond.

In the depths of his heart, Poseidon knew that they were destined to face challenges together, and he believed in Percy's ability to rise above them. He could see the potential for greatness in his son, not just as a demigod but as a leader who could inspire hope and unity among gods and mortals alike.

But for now, as the night wore on, Poseidon chose to set aside the weight of the prophecy. This moment was about forging a connection, building trust, and simply being there for his son. He wanted Percy to know that he was loved and supported, regardless of the challenges that lay ahead.

When the moon reached the highest point in the sky, Percy and Poseidon decided to call it a night. Agreeing to meet soon, and continue their conversations,with the ancient laws being scattered they both were filled with a sense of fulfillment as they would be able to spend more time with each other.

As Percy bid his father farewell and made his way back, he felt a sense of contentment he had never known before. He knew that his journey was far from over, but having his father by his side, even if it was only for a short time, filled him with hope and strength.

As Poseidon watched Percy walk away, he felt a mixture of emotions. The weight of the prophecy still weighed on him, but he was determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead with his son. He knew that together, they could make a difference, not just for Olympus, but for the world as a whole.


Location: Mount Olympus

Game Night

As the night settled over Olympus, the divine siblings gathered for a game night, and the chosen game was Monopoly. Percy couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. He knew that his half-brother Triton had been distant and somewhat resentful in the past, but tonight presented a chance for things to change.

The game started, and from the beginning, Triton was determined to win. His competitive spirit shone brightly as he tried to outwit and outmaneuver everyone else. Percy noticed the glint in Triton's eyes and realized that the game was more than just a friendly competition for him.

As the rounds progressed, Apollo and Hermes formed a formidable alliance, making it hard for anyone to challenge them. They were quick with deals and strategic decisions, accumulating properties at an impressive pace. Triton, recognizing their prowess, decided to join forces with them.

Percy found himself teaming up with Artemis, and though they were initially at a disadvantage, their teamwork and cunning soon began to level the playing field. Artemis' keen instincts and Percy's natural leadership came together seamlessly, and they turned the tide against the formidable alliance of Apollo, Hermes, and Triton.

Throughout the game, Percy and Triton exchanged playful banter, pushing past the animosity that had lingered between them for so long. It was clear that Triton's initial reluctance to warm up to Percy was fading, replaced by a newfound camaraderie.

As the game reached its climax, Percy and Artemis managed to gain a foothold in the competition. They struck back, acquiring valuable properties and forming alliances of their own with some of the other gods and goddesses who had gathered to watch the intense match.

In a surprising twist, Percy's trident, always nearby, seemed to radiate encouragement and support. It was as if Poseidon's essence infused the weapon, urging Percy onward and reminding him of his father's belief in him.

The game intensified, and Triton, in a moment of strategic brilliance, formed a temporary alliance with Percy and Artemis, hoping to take down the reigning champions, Apollo and Hermes. The unlikely trio worked together, pulling off daring trades and negotiating with impressive skill.

As the hours passed, laughter and cheers filled the room. The game night had transformed into an epic showdown of wits and strategy, but more importantly, it had become a time of bonding and reconciliation for the divine siblings.

In the end, it was Percy, Triton, and Artemis who emerged as the victors. They had managed to outmaneuver the formidable alliance of Apollo and Hermes, ending the game with a triumphant sense of unity and newfound friendship.

As the game night came to a close, Triton extended a hand to Percy with a genuine smile. "Not bad, little brother. You've got some serious skills with strategy. We make a good team."

Percy grinned, shaking Triton's hand firmly. "Thanks. I guess we do."

Apollo and Hermes, though defeated, couldn't help but join in the laughter and camaraderie. The walls of resentment that had once separated them began to crumble, replaced by a sense of kinship and mutual respect.

Artemis playfully punched Percy's shoulder. "You're not as bad as I thought, Percy. Maybe you're not completely hopeless."

Percy chuckled, feeling a sense of acceptance and belonging he had always longed for. "Coming from you, Artemis, that's high praise."


As they strolled through the celestial streets of Olympus, the air seemed to hum with an unspoken understanding between Percy and Artemis. Their conversation had taken a more personal turn, and Artemis found herself wrestling with conflicting emotions. She respected Percy as a hero, acknowledging the trials he had endured, but her long-standing aversion to men made it difficult for her to fully accept his presence.

"Percy," Artemis began, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability, "your actions the other day... they surprised me. Your sacrifice showed not just bravery but a deeper understanding. You reached out to me, trying to bridge the gap between our worlds."

Percy nodded, appreciating the acknowledgment from the goddess. "I wanted you to know that I understand your pain," he replied softly. "Loss, it's something we both know too well."

Artemis's silver eyes softened, her guard momentarily lowered. "Yes, the weight of loss is something we share," she said, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "I've lost most of my hunt, my companions... They were like family to me."

Percy's heart went out to her, understanding the pain of losing those you care for. "I'm so sorry, Artemis. That must have been incredibly difficult."

Artemis nodded, a mix of emotions crossing her features. "It was," she said quietly. "They were loyal to me, and I to them. But the dangers of our world... they took most of them away."

As they walked on, the divine lights above seemed to cast a glow of understanding between them. Percy's compassion and strength had left an impression on Artemis, and she was torn between her innate distrust of men and her admiration for this particular hero.

"You're not like other men," she said, her tone almost contemplative. "You've earned my respect, Percy Jackson."

Percy couldn't help but smile at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Artemis. I... I don't take that lightly."

Artemis glanced at him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I suppose there's more to you than I first thought," she admitted. "And I find myself... torn."

Percy raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her admission. "Torn? How so?"

"I have always avoided emotional entanglements with mortals," she explained. "Yet, with you, it's different. You've proven yourself time and again, and I can't help but feel conflicted about my feelings."

Percy understood the weight of her words, and he was both honored and humbled by her vulnerability. "Artemis, it's okay to feel conflicted. We don't always have control over our emotions."

Artemis nodded, appreciating his understanding. "Perhaps," she said softly. "But for now, let us focus on the bond we share as fellow heroes, as individuals who have known loss and grief. Your actions have left an impression on me, Percy, and I won't forget them."

Percy smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Thank you, Artemis. I'm here for you, as a friend and as someone who understands the weight of loss."

As they continued to walk side by side, their conversation took on a lighter tone, the heaviness of their grief momentarily lifted. Percy found himself grateful for this unexpected connection with the goddess, knowing that he had earned her respect not just through heroic deeds, but through his compassion and understanding.

In the celestial realm of Olympus, where gods and mortals intertwined, two individuals – one a hero and the other a goddess – found solace in the understanding of shared pain and the beginnings of an unlikely friendship.

Authors note:

Hello! I hope you're enjoying what I've been doing so far, this is definitely going to be more of a slow burn type fic with the pairing, or at least it's my hope I don't rush it overly so. Make sure to leave some reviews and tell me what you think. This is my first fic, although I've read thousands. Quite strange being in the perspective of the Author.