Percy's not okay

Percy's true Identity

Hades' P.O.V.

Percy had curled up in my side during the last memory which confused me. Then I saw him being bullied and I now knew why. I was pissed off and I don't know why. Probably because he reminds me of my baby boy that had been taken away from my arms a few weeks after I gave birth. I know Poseidon was devastated to but nothing could compare to my broken heart. The next memory shows up.

Percy's P.O.V

I see the next memory and I flinch and try to hide myself from people.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. The revelation that Sally wasn't my real mother hit me like a tidal wave. At the age of 12, I discovered that I was the son of Hades, the god of the Underworld. It was a truth I never could have fathomed.

To make matters even more complicated, I learned that Hades and Poseidon, the god of the sea, were dating at the time Hades became pregnant with me. That meant I was a child of two of the "big three" gods, which explained my unusual abilities and the strange events that seemed to follow me wherever I went.

But the most shocking revelation of all was that I was supposed to be immortal. Someone had stolen me from my mother's arms, robbing me of my rightful place among the gods. It was a betrayal that struck deep, leaving me feeling lost and confused.

Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me, I kept it all to myself. The weight of this secret was too heavy to bear, and I couldn't burden anyone else with my pain. I had always been the type to internalize my struggles, to face them alone.

In the days and weeks that followed, I tried to make sense of my newfound identity. I delved into the world of Greek mythology, desperate for answers that would help me understand who I truly was. I discovered the existence of Camp Half-Blood, a safe haven for demigods like myself, and I longed to find my place there.

But as I continued my research, I realized that my situation was unique. Being the child of two of the most powerful gods in existence brought both opportunities and dangers. I had to be cautious, for there were forces out there who would stop at nothing to exploit my lineage.

So I kept my true identity hidden, blending in with the mortal world as best I could. I watched as my peers went about their lives, unaware of the extraordinary destiny that awaited me. It was a lonely existence, but I knew it was necessary.

As the years went by, I honed my skills and learned to control my powers. I became a force to be reckoned with, even without the knowledge of my true heritage. Deep down, though, I yearned for the day when I could reveal my secret, when I could embrace my divine nature and fulfill my destiny.

But for now, I remained Percy Jackson, the boy who kept his true self hidden from the world. I fought battles, both physical and emotional, with a strength born from my dual heritage. And though the weight of my secret sometimes threatened to crush me, I pressed on, determined to make a difference in the world.

One day, the time would come when I could no longer keep my true self hidden. I would rise to the challenges that awaited me, embracing my identity as a child of Hades and Poseidon. But until that day arrived, I would continue to protect those I loved, silently carrying the burden of my secret.

For now, I was Percy Jackson, the boy with a destiny greater than anyone could imagine. And I would keep that destiny to myself, until the time was right to reveal it to the world.

I could see Hades and Poseidon shaking with tears in their eyes. Hades pulled me into hid lap as if trying to protect me from the world. I curled up into a ball letting the warmth of my mom envelope around me as I cried. I listened to mom's heart trying to find comfort.

"My baby you're alive. How could I have not known that my baby was in front of me this whole time?" I heard mom say to me but I could not respond. He understood why. Then my dad came over and held both me and mom to him.

"I can't believe that I was blind about who my son was," I heard my dad say behind me. They held me tightly in their arms as if trying to protect me from the world, and it made me feel better knowing that they were there for me.

I was finally able to stop crying but I did not move from my spot in my mom's arms. I felt comfortable and safe and did not want to leave my safe place.