The Lost Trident

Chapter 1

Ismene

"And we will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover, uh uh the war was over."

- The Great War, Taylor Swift

   That is not good... That is the definition of worst. Why did I start this research? I knew it would cause problems, but two Greek gods in my room are not the definition of a problem, they are the definition of a catastrophy. "Daughter." The man speaks. He is around two meters tall, built like a goddamn wall, and his body is blocking the light that comes from the balcony door behind him. He has blonde-brownish hair, his eyes are blue, like sky blue and they sparkle like... Oh no. When I look into them, pictures of the sky come in my mind. My eyes widen for a moment, as I slowly realize who he is. 

  This can't be Zeus that is standing in front of me. But...if this is Zeus standing in front of me then... the woman next to him must be...Hera. As I continue examining them, I realise what Zeus called me. Daughter. Freaking hell, I can't be- . "You are our daughter, Ismene. You are our only daughter" I hear a thudding voice in my head, a voice which represents the sky, and the lightning, Zeus' voice, and it seemed like he was heard from inside my brain?! I hear a womans's soft laugh and I look up to see Hera chuckling. Her voice is melodic as she looks at me reassuringly and smiles lovingly. "Oh dear. You look absolutely terrified." She muses, and my eyes snap up to look at her. When our eyes meet, she holds my gaze, amused and loving. Trust me, if I was any other person, this would be hilarious, I think. 

   "Well for us it is." Zeus' deep voice echoes in the room this time and now it's the time to look at him again. "B-But how can you be real? And how can I be real? But...how the fuck do you speak in my brain?" I say quietly almost afraid. "Don't be afraid my dear. And to answer your questions, I think you are smart enough to find it out yourself. And...every god and goddess can speak mentally with their kids. And as we are your parents, we both are able to talk to you that way." I can feel the gears in my head spinning as I think. The research I've done showed that everything in mythology was real right? So that means that they are also real. But if they are real... and what they claim is true... I can't be their daughter... I just can't be their daughter! I am a mortal, and it does not matter what the research showed, that they exist or whatever. Zeus couldn't stop going with women and now he's telling me that I am their daughter? I am not a goddess, and I am definitely not their daughter. "Oh, Ismene... we really are your parents." Hera says again as she puts her hand on my shoulder.

    Her touch is warm against my cold skin. "We just couldn't keep you so we gave you to mortals in order to protect you. You are a goddess, Ismene." I almost stopped myself from wheezing as the last sentence reminded me that scene of Harry Potter, where Hagrid said to Harry 'You're a wizard Harry'. They must have noticed me cackling under my breath, and I swear I saw Zeus' lips turning up into a smirk before he quickly masked his expression. "I see you're into..." he clears his throat. "Interesting things." He looks around the room, noticing the books on my shelves. Kings of sin series by Ana Huang, Twisted series by the same author, Darkverse series by RuNyx, and the whole Rinaverse series are decorating my shelves. "Um...interesting options for a goddess of Literature and Research." Hera says and I raise an eyebrow at her last statement. 

   "Goddess?" Zeus shakes his head, looking guilty. "Oh uh yeah. What we didn't mention is that...um Ismene, you are the Goddess Of Literature and Research." I swear the way my jaw drops is almost comical for anyone but me, and I almost forgot the fact that indeed I would be a goddess if I was their daughter too. "Oh. And the 13th Olympian." Zeus adds casually, like he has said it so many times, he is almost bored of it and I almost choke on my own saliva. "WHAT?! I'm...what?! No freaking way!" "Ismene...we are your parents. We are gods and consequently you are a goddess too. Now...considering your..childhood. We really wanted to keep you. We left you here because we had to..." She cuts herself off, looking at me a bit worried and continues. "I know you will consider this reason really stupid but...there was a prophecy..." I raise my eyebrow before I interrupted her. "That is indeed the most stupid reason I have ever heard. You truly believe in prophecies? You are three thousand something years old, you can't still believe in such stupid things." I ask clearly frustrated, though it's more of a statement than a question.

    "Watch your tongue little one." Zeus voice booms and lightning creaks not far away. "Look...prophecies were really important in Ancient Greece as you've learned from your research. On which I have to congratulate you, because you really found the truth. Even if it wasn't what you expected, but everything exists, everything that you found is real. The Trojan War happened the way Homer described it in Iliad, Delphi gave real prophecies and we exist. Now, the thing is, do you want to believe it? Because it doesn't matter what the facts are saying...at the end of the day, you create your own reality. We can erase those memories and you can continue your life with your" she looks around with slight disgust in her eyes. "Mortal parents." I am flabbergasted. She didn't show any signs of disgust towards them till now, well not that we talked for long but...you know what I mean... but it doesn't surprise me. After all the things Zeus has done to her with mortals, it is only logical that she hates them. "I-I don't know." I say and I truly mean it. Ever since I read Percy Jackson, I wished that I was a half-blood. But, now I learn that I am not only a half-blood, I learn that I am a fucking goddess. And an Olympian for that fact. "The choice is yours. Just know that whatever decision you make we will always love you. And you will always be our child. " Hera says, and I feel like she truly means it. But as I keep thinking I realize that I can't live here. I don't want to leave my family, but being among the Olympians was all I ever wanted. I may have a life here, but I don't belong here. And, thanks to the teenage hormones, I agree immediately. 

  "I-I will come with you." I whisper, and they pull me into a hug. Their grip is tight against my back, and when I finally pull away from them I ask. "Should I start packing?" Hera laughs. "Oh no. You don't have to. You will have everything you need at Olympus." I nod silently. "And..the mortals? I mean will they remember me?" The thought of my parents, my siblings -well the kids I thought were my siblings- not remembering me...it hurts a bit...a lot to be honest. Zeus gives me a small lop sided smile. "They will remember, you don't worry. They will think you are away on an exchange programme and then when you grow up you will be able to come back, once you have been fully trained."