A Prayer To The Ones Above All | Percy Jackson

The Defiant Prince

The golden god looked up to stare into those pretty green eyes that seemed to be looking right into his diminishing, weakening essence.

Apollo hated Percy Jackson.

He was the main enemy, the destroyer, why was he saved and now here he was, claimed as a Prince, the Prince according to the rumors among the servants and soldiers.

All for those eyes, huh?

The Titan of time could have such a fickle weakness, an almost reason to love. Who would have thought?

The Titan King did not care to give this title to his own half-titan children. The jealousy those half bloods burned with had the potential of ruining Percy's life! But that was when he was still a demigod.

Preserve or raze.

Even with more than half of his domains stolen, Apollo could feel it, the prophecy was yet to be completed.

Oh dear Shining One, hate does not suit you.

The light within you is made to love.

Have faith, the Fates exclaim.

Love shall not perish with this sunrise.

In the months he had spent being a slave of titans, getting humiliated and mocked at, being thrown about like a rag doll and a witness to loosing his twin sister in this crowd of evil, Apollo had convinced himself that nothing more was left to hold onto or to have hope for.

Gods did not dream and he was stripped of his almost every domain! What misery!

And yet the golden god was laughing.

Oh the irony! Apollyon was ripped of destruction causing powers and Phebos was ridden of the domain of light. What was he left with then? Music?! What was music without his seven muses.

Such hauntings misery.

Now, anyone would mistake him for a mere mortal.

And now, he hears about this new god. The god of the sea, thunder and underworld and countless other domains known and unknown.

The god had ascended standing in the ruins of the thrones of many Olympians. He was the blood of Olympus.

Perseus was his name. Destroyer.

Like the name, the young god was someone who could destroy, unlike him.

Apollo hated Percy Jackson.
Apollo also envied Perseus of Othrys.

Apollo was the servant who was at the mercy of the gold and green eyed one.

Apollo craved the love the young god got so easily. Even from his enemy.

"Apollo!" The Prince exclaimed and knelt at his side to make him stand.

Apollo scurried away, "My Lord, you are of the House of Kronos. Do not kneel in front of a mere slave." He glared at the polished marble floor.

"No, no. Apollo, look at me."

The servant looked up just in time to see gold blending back into vibrant shades of green. There Prince looked cruel but his eyes told the opposite.

My dear, why do you think so?

Kronos gave him cruelty.

His eyes are not ornaments with any shade of kind.

My dear, why do you see past the illusions?

"I am so happy to see you." The Prince smiled softly, almost teary.

Oh, Apollo had forgotten. Percy Jackson was an infant in comparison to him. Still kind inside.

Apollo would remember his worth again. He would make a new god worship him and grow stronger. He would get out of here.

His eyes shined molten, and Apollo suddenly stood. "You do not deserve to see me like this." He declared.

Perseus reeled back in surprise from the sudden change in attitude.

Apollo smiled. It was foolish of him to forget that his master was not a titan this time. He said, "You actually should be the one kneeling."

Perseus' eyes were wide.

Huh! Maybe in this short time he had had this drilled into that pretty little head that he was above everyone else. Such pride!

(Had he been taught the discipline of a prince, a heir as well? Or did he even know he was the carrier of the world's future now? Did Perseus know he owns the universe now? That he will rule one day?)

The surprise was gone in a blink and the young god stood, taller than ever and growing in height with his every stalking step and Apollo's every back step.

"You dare..." Perseus' low voice whispered. His eyes were gold, the same shade of Kronos'.

Apollo looked up. He was the Slayer of Python! He did not fear an infant.

Divinity threatened to pour out of Perseus' skin. He was glowing, his eyes were shining and his completion was turning more gold and silver, shedding the mortal disguise. He was taking his true form.

He really had turned into a god.

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Notice the change from 'Percy' to 'Perseus'. Percy is the calm, gentle and kind immortal who is trying to find a tie to mortality and Perseus is the god.