It was an overcast night in the city of New York and the city reeked of the smell of fresh rain. Despite the pleasant tone of the weather, there was an underlying sense of sadness that seemed to fill the city. The cause for both these factors were not the day-to-day weather phenomena you would expect a meteorologist to say. The true reason for the palpable depression was not of this earth but far above it.
High above the skies of New York, hovering over the Empire State Building, floated a heavenly island with magnificent mountain peaks and graceful waterfalls. This was the Eternal City, the true Olympus that the poets of yore described. This magical city was the home of the Gods and their allies, both worshiped and feared by the mortals for their power.
However the writings of yore did little to justify the beauty of the Eternal City. With resplendent palaces buildings carved into the mountain sides and decorated with the foliage of trees so old that they were lost to time, the city eternal stood gloriously in the skies, outshine the stars that surrounded it. But today even this heavenly city was unusually overcast with clouds as lightning flashed across the city and thunder rumbled ominously.
At the center of the Eternal City, on its largest peak stood an imposing building that towered the others in grandiose and magnitude. Amidst the overcast skies, the building glowered with a soft hue of golden amber, the enchanting engravings on the wall seemed to have a life of their own as they flitted across each other and depicted stories from the legends.
In this monumental building were gathered the Gods. Seated on the 14 thrones towering above the rest were members of the Olympian Council. The Gods sat regally on their thrones, each a fitting representation of their existence. But the reason they were gathered here today was not to discuss the matter of the Gods but to the discuss the actions of a mortal. One might wonder what did you have to do to garner the attention and ire of the mighty Olympian Council. The answer to your question, is the story of our protagonist.
Chained to the floor, shackled and bound was our protagonist. Despite his bonds, he stood tall facing the Gods with his head held high. His raven black hair billowed in a nearly non-existent breeze and his emerald green eyes shone brightly with excitement. He was dressed modestly in a pair of beige color faded jeans and a light blue button down shirt that hugged his frame closely. On his feet were a pair of navy blue runners that were well worn and completed his appearance of an average college student.
But this boy or rather man as some would say, was anything but an ordinary college student. He was the child of a God and not just any god but the God of the Seas at that. Once upon a time, he was all but worshiped by his fellow demigods and godlings. But today, he stood before the council as they held his trial. What trial you ask? Well, lets take a look, shall we?
It was beautiful sight as the sun began to sink beneath the horizon and its brilliant rays set the skies on fire. Enjoying the scenery was a young college student. He had wished to escape the confines his dorm at the university and so here he was. Lying on a log, opposite a campfire, staring at the sky as it began to dull, his thoughts began to wander to the past. It had been 3 years since his life had changed and he wasn't really sure whether it was for the better or worse.
Despite 3 years having passed since that day, he couldn't really come to terms with his new life. Granted he wished that he had his old life back, he couldn't say he didn't like his new one either. He had been happily engaged when it happened. It was all but an accident. Some would say it was bad luck, others mere coincidence. But to him, it felt more to be the actions of fate, or rather the fates, than anything. A drive to his fiancee's home town turned fatal as a drunk driver careened off the lane and struck the young couple's car, killing the blonde demigoddess instantly and sending her fiancee into a coma.
He had awoken a few months later thanks to the relentless attempts of his doctors, whose actions he felt were influenced by his godly cousin friend. Thanking his saviors mentally, both mortal immortal, he left the hospital with barely a word. He had lived through the ordeal but it came with a price. He was augmented. But that was something he had learned to live with.
As his memories came flooding back, his lips moved subconsciously whispering, 'Annabeth'. A sad smile dawned on his face as he recalled the daughter of the Wisdom Goddess. When the news of her death had been broken to him, people expected him to be angry but all he felt was a deep well of sadness. He made a resolution that day that he wouldn't tarnish her memory with pointless vengeance but would instead honor her memory by living a life she would be proud of.
And so began his journey, he had given his SATs and was accepted into a reputable university. He had enrolled into a civil engineering program with a focus on architecture, something his fiancee would have loved. All of this because he was determined to build something that would be their legacy. A reminder of their time together and a tale of their love for the generations to come.
But all of that was two years ago, he was now a junior at the university and despite everything, he enjoyed his life. His augmentation allowed him to do many things he had previously thought impossible but it also helped him overcome his learning disabilities. He barely had any ADHD as of late and his dyslexia was long gone, allowing him to perform adequately, or as some would say, excel at his academic work.
As he was lost in these thoughts, he failed to notice that he had been surrounded by several girls dressed in hunting outfits of silver and armed with bows of different kinds. A girl with a particularly large frame moved swiftly towards him, her bow drawn and the arrow pointing at his throat. Advancing cautiously, she pushed her arrow towards him in an attempt to nudge him. But the arrow didn't touch him as it made contact with something and sent a devastating charge of electricity into her weapons that conducted it into her, causing her to shriek out and drop to the floor.
As she lay convulsing and spasming violently before going prone, the boy rose with a jolt, making the silver clad girls draw their bows even more. But before anyone could move, a dagger was flung at the boy. Moving faster than should be physically possible, the boy plucked the dagger from the air and threw it back in the direction it came from. The dagger found its mark, buried to the hilt in the throat of its owner, a girl no older than ten. The others released their arrows, aiming at his vital organs but none found their mark as the boy shot up and snatched the arrows before jumping upwards to the skies.
For a moment silence reigned before the arrows rained down upon them and found their marks, plunging into the hearts of the silver clad girls. Angered by the loss of their sisters, the remaining silver clad girls launched a volley of arrows at the trees but they suddenly veered off course with only a few headed in his direction. But just as before, the arrows were fired back at their owners, killing them instantly.
The last remaining silver clad girl adorned with a silver tiara had already understood that something was wrong and was in the midst of a prayer when she felt something strike her in her lower back. It had clearly pierced through her armor and was causing her agonizing pain, making her black out. But before the world turned black, she saw a brilliant flash of light and so she went willingly into the realm of dreams as she felt the presence of her mistress.
The auburn-haired Goddess appeared in a flash of silver, answering the calls of her lieutenant. But it was far too late as she saw the lifeless bodies of her handmaidens, the eldest being no older than 16. Rage consumed her as she saw the source of her sorrow. A boy armed with a bow of black aimed at the unmoving body of her lieutenant. Drawing her bowstring, she gathered godly energy ready to smite the insolent male for slaughtering her handmaidens. But a hand guided her bow down and she found herself staring at the concerned visage of her twin brother.
The God of Prophecy took a look at the strangely calm son of the seas before abruptly blasting him with a beam of sunlight. The action seemed to startle the demigod as he blinked his eyes, looking blearily at his surroundings almost as if he had just woken up. The auburn-haired Goddess now understood. Whatever had happened, the demigod had no control over it or so she thought until his secret would be revealed.
The twin Gods teleported to the abode of the Gods. The God of Prophecy leading the shackled prisoner to the Council of the Gods while the auburn-haired Goddess laid her handmaidens to rest and shed her tears in grief for the loss of her priestesses.
The God of Prophecy smiled to himself thinking, Little did the raven-haired demigod and the auburn-haired Goddess know that the tale had just begun.
You might be wondering who might I be, to that all I can say is that I shall tell this tale of woe as if it were mine for that is my duty.