Plot: Percy Jackson, an angry boy with one arm and the powers of Poseidon, struggles as he tries to live his life whilst getting over the death of his mother.
Scene 1:
"Artemis," Poseidon said as he arrived outside of her tent to find her talking with her lieutenant, he believed her name was Zoe 'Nightly' or something like that at least. He watched as his niece, the goddess of the hunt, turned to him. She was in the body of a small teenage girl as usual, he was not quite sure why she liked this particular form but he wasn't one to judge, to each their own. However, he suspected it was mostly due to her man-hating nature, something that he kept silent about, even though he disagreed with it. Heck, most of the people on Olympus disagreed with it, even Hestia and she was the most reasonable one there.
"Uncle," Artemis nodded to him before dismissing her lieutenant with a small wave of her hand. The lieutenant, whom Posideon realised seemed a little banged up, nodded before walking away. "I have some business that I think may interest you," She told Poseidon who frowned deeply.
"I have a feeling that I know exactly what it is that you're referring to," He admitted as she guided him into her tent which was naturally larger on the inside.
Once inside, he spotted two things that stood out to him. The first was the twenty-foot tall cage that contained what appeared to be the Nameon lion, the creature lay on the floor, growling irritably and glaring. Unfortunately, it seemed to be downright docile in comparison to the occupier of the next cage. Inside was an eight-year-old boy who was viciously attacking the cage, looking more wild than the lion. He was dressed in dark blue trainers that looked only slightly more warn than his ripped black jeans, along with this he wore a green shirt under an open jacket that was black with what looked like a golden lion's face on the front, the jacket also had a fur lining on the neck that looked quite useful in keeping someone's neck warm. On his left arm, he wore a black glove and slammed it repeatedly against his transparent cage while his other hand was bare, holding a familiar-looking sword that repeatedly slashed at it.
Inside the tent were two other hunters who had been staring warily at the boy with their bows aimed at him, the hunters looked almost relieved when Artemis dismissed them. Once they had left, the goddess had turned to Poseidon who had been staring at the boy with black hair and green eyes that perfectly matched his own.
"He had been calm enough until you arrived, now he's like this," She gestured to the boy who was still trying to get out of the cage. "He must have sensed your presence,"
"His name is Percy, how did you find him?" Poseidon asked, calmly enough, his gaze never moving away from Percy.
"Three of my hunters, including my lieutenant, discovered this one at the nearby beach," She gestured to the lion. "They went to engage him when this boy appeared, when I arrived he nearly killed them."
"And you let him live?" Poseidon asked, surprised beyond belief, Artemis hated all males (or at least the vast majority of them) and never seemed to pass up the opportunity to turn one into a jackal or something similar.
"I admit, the temptation to kill him was and still is very tempting," Artemis responded. "But when I fought him, I realised that this boy is not your average demi-god." She paused to rub her jaw.
"He got a hit in, did he?" Poseidon asked, not entirely sure if he should be proud or horrified of the boy for managing to land a hit on Lady Artemis.
"He did," She confirmed. "I was holding back, but still, it's impressive for a male. I considered killing him, but I must admit my curiosity overwhelmed me. We had seen him summon a storm, he shook the Earth itself and wielded water as if it belonged to him. if I didn't know better then I would have thought that he was a younger version of you." She stared at Percy who had calmed down enough to stop attacking the age. "I did toy with the idea of him being somebody else's child, even my own father's child, but he isn't, is he?"
"He is not," Poseidon confirmed as he stepped forward and kneeled in front of the cage to stare down at Percy who was glaring venomously at him. "Percy, I... words cannot express how sorry I am. And truly, truly I am sorry, Percy,"
"Go away!" Yelled Percy, his eyes brimming with tears and his face flushed red with anger. "Stay away from me!"
"Percy, I..."
"You did this!" Percy roared as he pulled off his glove to reveal his left hand which was completely made of water along with the rest of his arm.
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"So," Annabeth said awkwardly as she walked around camp half-blood with Percy, having just finished giving Percy a tour of camp half-blood. "What was it like staying with the hunters of Artemis?" She asked, trying not to look at the water hand or the small kitten that was perched on his head.
"It wasn't the greatest thing in the world," Percy admitted. "Most of them didn't like me because I was a boy and I didn't like them, some of them were okay though. Still, I learnt a lot,"
"Hmm, so...your father is the sea god," She said, what else could he be when Percy was literally wielding a water arm?
"Not my fault," Percy mumbled.
"So, your mother was the mortal then,"
"Somewhat," Percy replied.
"Somewhat?" Annabeth blinked.
"I thought she was a regular old mortal, but apparently her great-grandad was the son of another god,"
"So she's a legacy," Annabeth realised. "Who was the other god?"
Scene 3:
"So yes, I suppose we do have to thank these demi-gods for their services to Olympus," Zeus admitted, quite reluctantly. "Now, if there is no other business to be held..." He looked around questioningly.
"I have some business to discuss," Percy cut in, walking in front of the other demi-gods surrounding him so he could stare up at the Olympians. "Zeus, I'm challenging you," He said, his words ringing in the hall as a tense silence filled the room.
"What did you say?" Zeus asked dangerously, leaning forward to send a powerful glare at Percy.
"Percy, what are you doing?!" Poseidon hissed.
"He's not the only one," Thalia said as she stepped up next to him.
"Daughter, what is this madness?!" Zeus demanded.
"Gods of Olympus," Annabeth said as she stepped forward. "This group of half-bloods have studied our history, studied your actions, past and present, and have decided that you are not fit to rule Olympus."
"Annabeth," Athena said, calmly and coldly. "Explain, now,"
"You're all a bunch of immortal fuck-ups in positions of power with quite frankly more power than you all deserve," Percy said bluntly, staring at each Olympian. "You are walking nuclear bombs belonging in the form of spoilt and dangerous children who've been in power for too long. How many have died without good reason because of you? How many like Calypso must suffer because of you all? How many years must we spend cowering in fear of your wrath? How many demigods will you all birth just to throw at your problems? Huh? Well, enough is enough. You all banded together against Kronos, we're banding against you. We demigods challenge you all for the thrones of Olympus and for your godhood!"
