A Final Stand ~ A Fan-made Percy Jackson Book

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 - 𝓐 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓷

The gentle breeze carried the songs of the birds, the forgotten notes that never made it to their supposed receiver, it carried many things, but a particular wind god carried down children of Athena, half-blood children.

Zephyr, God of the West Wind, carried down baby half-bloods of Athena in golden cradles, to their mortal father. Athena was requested by the mortals to raise their child with her on Olympus, but she refused as he knew the rules of heroes; they were to be raised by their mortal parent, not their godly one. This is how Annabeth was born... And how her father reacted, but the story isn't told, of Annabeth's twin sister. 

Whom Athena favoured and hid away, Athena kept this child on Olympus, she was drawn to the child. It didn't look like the other half-blood children she had sired. She had beautiful brown hair, like her, deep brown eyes, unlike the stormy grey that she had.

She couldn't just send it away.

She named her Pheobe. But secrets couldn't be kept for too long on Olympus, a certain God of the Underworld found out about this, as Annabeth saw her sister at birth and remembered it for years to come, but what she didn't know, was when she was speaking to her father about her sister.

He said "She died at birth",

Hades was wearing his helm of darkness and was stalking the streets of Virginia that night, he overheard and checked if there were any signs of this sister. Of course, there wasn't. She hadn't died. Athena had hid her. Hades appeared on Olympus one fateful night, while Athena was in a meeting in the Great Hall, he snatched the young girl. He took her down to the underworld. Once Athena had returned from the meeting that felt like it had dragged itself along for eternity, truthfully she was jealous of the mortals, how they had a certain amount of time to live, it may seem nice to live for eternity... Being immortal... 

But the goddess was becoming tired of it.

As she returned to the place that she was hiding her daughter in, she paled at the empty space. Pheobe was missing, this meant only one thing: somebody had found out. And they had taken her daughter whom she had hidden for 4 years.

Pheobe awoke from her slumber, but she wasn't with her mother, she wasn't awakening in the oh so familiar cave.

She was in a actual bed, a comfortable one at that. She glanced around at her surroundings and she began to believe she was dreaming!

She felt like a princess, she rushed out of her bed and over to the double glass doors, behind them stood a beautiful balcony onlooking a garden, but it didn't look like an everyday garden...

She looked at the walls surrounding the garden, black as night, a polished bronze...

She tried to think of her mother, but she found it hard to. Her thoughts became clouded, her mind became blank, oblivious to any past thoughts. She rushed out the doors and down a grand staircase, into... A grand hall. With 3 thrones placed at the head.

A dark, depressing but grand throne stood in the centre of the 3,

On it's immediate left was a throne with the finest flowers growing upon it, still bronze, but with a beautiful peach colour for the softer material,

But on the right of the centre throne stool a delicate and elegant throne, with royal purple crystals, dyes and materials, with bronze metals. It was the most gorgeous throne Phoebe had seen. Perhaps the only one that appealed to her.

A golden flash appeared in her line of vision, then a woman sat upon the left throne, a dazzling woman, and then as she looked away for half a second, a man was seated on the centre throne, his cloak black, as dark as midnight, with contorted faces of souls who were too terrible for the fields of punishment etched upon its material.

Authors Words: Welcome to my story, I'm just so glad that I could express my love for Ancient Greece by writing this book. I hope the music that I chose for you to listen to (if you wanted to) was alright. I'll be updating this book when I am able! <3