A Prayer To The Ones Above All | Percy Jackson

Short happiness

His love was pure.

He may be close to loosing his domain of truth, but trust him when he says that he can almost feel his non-existent heart beat when he says those wretched words.

His muses would have loved this story. A forbidden love.

Confessions are hard to make. Especially when they are of love.

But this is the first time he is experiencing this.

It is the first time he is not the one with the power.

It is the first time he sees hope.

It is the first time that his lover is accepting.

Oh, dear fates! You played a filthy game.

Kronos was everywhere.

The walls of the palace, the rustle of the leaves, the tremor of water, the set of the sun, the gold and the dust. Nowhere was safe. Nowhere was alone.

Therefore, it really should not have been that much of a surprise when The Crooked One came for him.

The seemingly permanent sneer on his face turned into an ugly frown as the Titan King stared down at his form.

Apollo was on his knees completely at the mercy of the king. He glared at the marble floor.

"Grandson." the Titan crooned.

(It was the specialty of the Titan and his greatest power. His words were like of a poet, a weapon.)

Apollo looked up when Kronos pulled his hair back and yanked. He winced, his cornflower blue eyes tearing a molten gold.

Kronos blinked.

It was like the first time ever that the Titan noticed that Apollo shared the same eyes with him. The shock was clear as day on his face when he suddenly concealed it with a booming laugh of arrogance.

"My, my, how did I miss this."

Kronos pulled his hair more forcefully. Apollo had unshed tears in his eyes.

"You're Perseus' cousin in destruction." He stated, "Of course, of course, you share the same name."

Apollyon. Perseus. Destroyer.

Apollo was a young god in comparison to the six children of Kronos and Rhea, but that part of him which was visible to the king now, was ancient in its own terms.

Apollo cannot even remember the last time he glared at someone with his golden eyes that hid behind the happy blue.

It is the first time he is forced to show his true self.

"Apollyon," It had been so long since Apollo was called this name that he flinched. The titan smiled, "I do not wish to see Apollo around the Prince."

Apollyon understood the warning clearly. Kronos did not want any relative kindness near his favourite god.

The Crooked One has a favorite.

This, they all know!

The Crooked One teaches cruelty.

Oh, but he is inspired by love.

Kronos made his way towards the one grand room of the prince. He weaved through the hallways, glaring at everyone and no one.

He had some words to be made clear.

It was finally the time that he had no weakness left. This, he had learned from mistakes that cost him millennia of pain and isolation.

The Titan King would not allow the new god to make such mistakes. Perseus would do no such thing that seeps of a future regret.

Kronos pushed open the doors and entered with no other warning.

The prince was standing near the window overlooking the endless ocean. He did not startle. He did not turn.

"What is it?" Kronos asked.

The young god scowled in return, he turned - his eyes were gold- to say, "Oceanus." And that was it.

Kronos laughed. It was fruitless; the war. Oceanus was still fighting his heir to regain his control over the kingdom of the seas.

The Crooked One knew already, the efforts were futile. The prince would win regardless. He was simply too powerful, even for someone so young.

"I suspect that there must be something else you want to say." He did not meant it as a question, because it was simply too obvious.

"Where is Apollo?" Perseus asked.

"I am sending him to a near kingdom, as a gift of peace. Surely, they would be pleased to have the servant of my favourite immortal."

Perseus' jaw clenched. He took a deep breath, "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"He is a huddle."

"Whatever to do with him... it is my decision to make."

Kronos crouched down to the godling's height, placing his hands on his knees to bend, he said, "I am the king. My word is the law."

Perseus' anger got better of him. Hewas ready to strike when, suddenly Kronos slowed down the time, catching him mid-action.

"You see, this is what he has done to you." Kronos explains. "He has you acting on impulses. Just a mention of his name is enough to inspire something in you. And this, is what I hate."

The Titan of time released his control and Percy landed on his feet. Kronos put his large hand on his head, ruffling his hair and going on to show his affection in a rare gesture of comfort. It was almost awkward.

A silence fell over them. Kronos patted his back. "I will do nothing to upset you. I will not send him away on one condition."

Perseus looked up.

"Only his older form is allowed to be near you, Apollyon, Delian. Any form that can actually teach you something valuable, but not the Apollo who falls in shambles of love."

Perseus was ready to protest. He was ready to tell that he had learned much from Apollo, he heard about his experiences and the lessons he should learn from them. He was ready to say that this time, instead of falling he was rising in love.

"I am doing this for you, Perseus. For your own good." And Kronos left.

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Kronos is a master of manipulation. Notice how he threatened to send Apollo away even when he never planned to do so.

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