Only Forever

1. twenty three years later

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Oliver sat up from laying on his bed, with no hopes and no motive to leave it. He didn't want to live, he had nothing to live for. His parents wouldn't let him use his powers since he didn't know how to use them. Not like his parents tried teaching him, anyways.

He stared at the gold encrusted cuffs on his wrists, now cracked, as his powers were becoming harder to contain within control by each passing day.

"Master Oliver." A servant called.

"Yes?"

"Your father wishes to see you."

"Okay, I'll be down soon."

He dreaded the words, "Your father, your mother, wishes to see you." They weren't his parents. Parents are supposed to treat their child with love and care, all he got was was a powerful surge of trepidation each time the pillars of the Mt. Olympus cursed his eyes, he always felt as if they were telling him "You shouldn't be here."

He walked in the building, slowly stepping within it.

When he reached the two big thrones he feared most, and bowed upon the two before whispering, "Yes F-father?"

"What have you been doing?"

"I've been training, sir." Oliver meekly replied.

"You call giving up after one round of losing to your trainer training?": Zeus said with incredulity.

"I-It was- I was nearly dying, I had to surrender!"

"REAL GODS DON'T SURRENDER!"

"I wouldn't have had to, if you would just take these stupid cuffs off of my fucking wrist!" Oliver yelled back.

Hera felt her breath pause as she felt immense fear for what the father of her child was about to do to her son. It pained her to see him go through so much pain, simply because her soulmate was power hungry.

It's for the greater good He would always tell her, but with each passing year, she couldn't tell if it was for his own greater good, or their sons, but she hoped it was the latter.

"Did you just yell at me?" Zeus's voice hauntingly lowered.

"I'm sorry I- I don't know what came over me, please don't- Ah!" Oliver yelped as he felt two lightning bolts contain his arms. Now, helpless, and trapped, he had no choice, but to beg for mercy.

"Please, please, father no-" Oliver helplessly begged. He saw Zeus raising his hand with a white entity coming from his hand, "I'M SORRY!" Oliver cried, it was no use.Zeus was ready to strike Oliver, and so he did. Thirty seconds of Oliver of Oliver yelling in pain, and Zeus just stood and took it all in stride.

Now sobbing in pain beyond belief, Oliver let out a weak, "I thought you were supposed to love me..."

"This hurt me a lot more than it did you son." He released Oliver, and let him drop to the floor, more broken sobs emitting from Oliver.

"Stand up, and face me like a God." Zeus commanded

"I can't... It- It hurts.."

"Stand Up!" Zeus yelled causing Oliver to flinch and stand up immediately, wincing as pain coursed through his body.

"I'm assigning you to go to a training school, for Gods. You'll get everything you need over there, that and your mother and I need a break from facing such disappointment. Why can't you be like your younger brother?"

"I'm sorry, Father."

"Get the hell out of my sight." Zeus glowered.

Oliver speedily limped out of the palace, with his face contorting in discomfort each time he made a sudden movement.

When he reached his little house, only ten minutes away from Mt. Olympus, once he let himself inside, he had seen his bags packed, and his dressers empty. He assumed that one of the serpent, or even more likely, the one that told him his father wanted to see him.

He laid down on his bed, and let the tears fall from his yellow studded eyes, wondering why his parents didn't love him. Why did they even have him in the first place, if all they were going to do was degrade him, abuse him, deprecate him, then why not abort him when they had the chance? Surely it would've saved them the misery he seemed to have given them.

Deciding that the thoughts were too much to bear, he got up and entered the bathroom, where a bloodied knife resided on the now blood stained white sink. He picked it up, and drew it across his arm, amazing himself at how beautiful blood could be in certain circumstances.

He somewhat felt envious for the blood, because whenever he cut himself, the blood let itself loose. It was free. Free from judgement, free from restrictions, free from fear.

Within passing time, he observed the blood trickle through the cracks of his golden encrusted cuffs that restrained his powers from springing free, causing the cuffs to crack some more, his eyes widening in worry.

He then yawned, indicating that he was tired . He didn't bother to worry about the crack, and instead worrying about sealing the fresh cut on his arm. He wrapped it up, and walked back to his bed, and laying his head back onto his tear stained pillow, waiting for another horrible day to arise.

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It was the next day, and Oliver was awakened by a rude horn honking at him.

"Sir Oliver, the ride is ready for you."

Oliver simply nodded, and got up and changed his clothes, not bothering to fix his hair, but he cared enough to brush his teeth.

He then shuffled his feet outside, to see that all of his things were already packed up in a white limousine, with golden decorations.

He felt his eyes well up with tears, threatening to fall out of his eyes, I can't be that burdening. Oliver thought.

He had always been complacent with his parents' orders, so he doesn't know what he did wrong.

When he arrived to the dormitory school, that more likely wouldn't let him home, unless his parents asked for him to come home.

The limousine driver felt bad for Oliver, because it wasn't everyday you'd hear the fact that Zeus hates his son, with reasons unknown, and as far as he knew, Oliver was Zeus's least rebellious child. He'd never spoken back, unless he felt like he needed to stick up for himself, and even then, that wasn't often. Oliver was a timid one.

The driver then soon heard small sniffles from Oliver, and he got out the car to get Oliver's things, trying to prevent himself from getting emotional for the kid.

He then brought all of Oliver's things to main building, where they were to have gotten Oliver's room number, school material, amongst many other things.

By the time they were by Oliver's room door, with a lightning bolt as Oliver's doorknob, to which he assumed was a customary choice that all the students got, he slowly turned the knob, and opened the door, introducing himself to his new room.

It was better than the little house his parents made him, but it was also too roomy, and he knew that within short time, he'd feel even more lonelier.

He noticed the driver hadn't left yet, and so he looked back at him, to which he heard the driver whisper, "It'll get better for you kid. You'll see."

Oliver didn't know what that meant, or why he said it, but he was sure it was to give him false hope.

The driver soon hurriedly walked back to the limousine to return to Mt. Olympus, and Oliver looked around his room, and let out a melancholy sigh.

"Home sweet home, I guess." He muttered.