All 12 of the Olympians sat on their thrones, and they even invited Hades as a guest. The air was still, quiet, as the gods barely dared to breathe. The mist in front of them finished replaying the scene from the previous day, and it fizzled to nothing as it ended.

Poseidon sat rigid, his knuckles white as he gripped his trident, and clenched his jaw. This was bad. Really, really, bad. Not for him, but for his son. With all of the willpower inside of him, he slowly turned his head to the side to look at his brother.

Zeus' brow was furrowed as he stared at the spot the mist once was, not allowing many emotions to cross his face as they usually do. He didn't even blink. The only movement Poseidon could see from his younger brother was the rise and fall of his chest.

"Well," Athena's voice shattered the silence. "It is so."

All of the Olympians turned to look at her, and their stares prompted her to continue. "He is too powerful," she paused. "He must die."

There was a beat of silence, before chaos erupted.

Some of the gods were yelling against Athena's words, while there were others yelling in support. It was near impossible for Poseidon to even make out who was on which side. His ears rang as he kept his eyes trained firmly onto Athena, pure poison in his gaze. She refused to look at him, and instead remained silent as the noise in the throne room grew.

The air was thick with power, as different gods brought their domains to the fingertips, buzzing with anger. Poseidon's grip remained unflinching on his trident, but he knew that the oceans all over the world reflected his pure hatred and anger, and the skies darkened with the storms that he presided over.

"SILENCE," Zeus roared. In an instant, all of the gods quietened, yet nasty glares were thrown at each other all around the room.

Zeus seemed to mull over his thoughts before he spoke. "This meeting is to decide what to do with Poseidon's child. I will hear both sides before making my final decision," he finally settled on.

There was a pregnant pause before Hermes spoke first. "You cannot imagine the outcome if you kill Percy. He is the demigod's favored hero, their leader. You will turn every demigod against us."

"And are we supposed to be scared of mortals?" Athena raised a calculated eyebrow.

"Yes," Hermes replied in a short, clipped tone, no doubt remembering his own son and his role in the near downfall of Olympus.

"They'll learn to live with it," the gruff voice of Ares came next. "They will forget about it quickly enough. I think it's more important to deal with this problem now before it becomes an annoyance."

"My son is not a problem, nor an annoyance," Poseidon seethed. "That you are even considering this is unfathomable."

"Why is it so preposterous, Poseidon?" Hera spoke up. "We are all unsure of where the boy's loyalties lie. His power is increasing at an alarming rate. We must act."

"You could have ensured he was loyal," Poseidon spat. "Instead of kicking him out of his home, and leaving him to the dust."

Hera waved her hand, unconcerned. "What is done is done, we must focus on what is now."

"While I certainly have no… loyalty to Poseidon's spawn," Hades said from his smaller throne on the sidelines. "I do believe that simply killing Perseus will not solve any issues."

Poseidon looked over to his eldest brother. As their eyes locked, Poseidon gave a slight nod to him in acknowledgement of his support. Hades simply looked away.

"And why not? How I see it, an unstable demigod will use his powers to ruin everything near and dear to the Greek world. The simplest, and quickest answer is to send him to Hades' domain." Demeter said, almost looking uninterested in the conversation. Vines slowly wrapped up her arms as she spoke.

"I must agree that I do not see what the fuss is about," Hephaestus grunted. "We have never cared this deeply about a mortal's life before."

"This mortal is different," Aphrodite stated. "This mortal has saved us twice over our own mistakes. His fatal flaw is personal loyalty, might I remind you. He would not turn his back on us, even though we deserve it." She sniffed with a pompous air of judgment. She would hate to lose her favorite demigod.

"Can you, with confidence, declare that we are the subjects of his loyalty?" Athena shot back. "Us gods have never been such, that belonged to the other demigods. With those relationships gone, there is nothing tying him to our interests anymore."

"Because you broke them," Poseidon roared. "Might I remind you that it was your idea to drive him out of the one place he called home, Athena," Poseidon spat with his entire heart. "You are the reason that we are even facing this right now."

"That is enough." Zeus cut Poseidon off. "I will entertain a vote, but I remind all of you that the decision rests solely on me." Poseidon rolled his eyes at that, knowing Zeus' ugly pride was rearing its head. Everyone knew that Zeus would not be allowed to act if most of the Olympians protested, as much as he thought otherwise.

"All those in favor of Athena's plan, raise your hand."

Poseidon looked at the other gods with his lip curled in disgust. Hera, Demeter, Athena, Ares, and Hephaestus all raised their hands.

"All those against."

Poseidon lifted his hand immediately, and Apollo, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Dionysus followed suit. Hades was only here as a courtesy, and he did not bother voting as he knew it would not be counted.

It was a split vote, with Artemis abstaining. Five to five.

"As king and the deciding vote, I vote in favor of Athena's plan." He said. "Artemis, I order you and your hunters to begin the search for Perseus immediately." He ordered. Without waiting for a response, Zeus disappeared in a brilliant flash of golden light.

One by one, the gods started to disappear from the throne room in their own dazzling light show. Poseidon sat unmoving in his throne, until eventually Hermes was the only one remaining. Hermes slowly walked in front of Poseidon, and settled a hand on his uncle's shoulder. "I am sorry, Poseidon." Hermes murmured, his eyes downcast. "You are not alone in your pain."

"What can I do now?" Poseidon asked, feeling all of his years on his shoulders. "My son…"

Hermes' grip on his shoulder tightened, and Poseidon looked up at him. "Do what you can," Hermes urged. "You can warn him, give him time to prepare."

Poseidon nodded softly, and Hermes let out a sigh filled with pain, before he retracted his hand, and he disappeared into a flash of light.

Poseidon dragged a hand down his tired face. Hermes was right, he could warn Percy of what was coming. It was not going to be an easy conversation, and he will shatter any trust that his son could possibly have left of the gods, but it must be done.

He was absolutely exhausted. But, determination settled in his eyes until he, too, disappeared into a burst of gold