SERENDIPITY ~ a. chase

xviii ~ The Ruling of the Olympians

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chapter eighteen ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
018. The Ruling of the Olympians

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SADLY PERCY WASN'T ZAPPED TO BITS. That was the most anticlimactic part in Cassie's mind.

He was a literal son of Poseidon flying in the air to Zeus' palace where the thunder and lighting got even worse.

The pegasi flew in circles around midtown Manhattan and more importantly Mount Olympus. Cassie had never actually been there before, she was forced into a taxi with Grover and Annabeth while Percy had all the fun with the gods.

The brunette's mouth fell open at its greatness. Annabeth had to push her chin up to close it. The scattered torches and fires lining the mountainside were all sorts of colors. Their flames reflected off the smaller palaces, setting them a glow.

The streets on Olympus were bustling with citizens all going about their days. Looks like they never slept. Demigods and nature spirits ran through the roads. Minor godlings were carried around by Cyclopes or dashing away in chariots.

Even winter was nonexistent. The gardens were blooming and the flowers smelled as sweet as ever. Music floated through the air, coming from
open windows. Above all, at the mountain peak, was the most amazing palace of them all, the pure white hall of the gods.

The pegasi landed in the outer courtyard before giant silver gates. Percy raised his hand to knock but the gates opened themselves.

'Good luck, boss,' Blackjack wished him.

"Yeah." Percy managed to say. He had this sense of doom swelling in his stomach. All the gods in one place. A groups of immortal beings who could disintegrate him with one blast, and a few would certainly like to.

'Hey, if ya don't come back, can I have your cabin for my stable?'

The son of Poseidon side-eyed his horse.

'Just a tbought. Sorry.' he half-heartedly apologized.

Blackjack took that as his cue to leave, taking off with his friends. The four were left alone to stare at the palace, a sense of deja vu washing over them. They'd admired Westover Hall just like this, however million years ago. Except now they didn't know which to be more nervous of. Then together by each other's sides, they entered the throne room.

Cassie looked in awe at the room. Nowhere on Olympus failed to impress. There was a throne for each of the Olympians and they were set up in a U-shape. A hearth sat in the middle and the room resembled the cabins at camp.

The ceiling was a map of all the constellations, even Zoë the Huntress shone bright up there. She ran across the heavens with her bow drawn.

When the eyes of all twelve gods and goddess were on you, it was hard not to be nervous. Cassie held her head high and even then she had to look way up at them. The brunette felt a familiar hand slid into hers, it had been a while since the same fingers were laced with her own.

"Welcome, heroes," a voice boomed.

"Mooo!"

That brought their attention to Bessie and Grover who had safely made it. The serpent cow was playfully splashing around in a sphere of water beside the hearth. He would joyfully stick his head out the bubble every so often. Swimming in a water bubble must've been a special experience.