Broken Loyalty

Prisoner

Third Person POV

For the first time in the memories of all the gods, Olympus did not have its usual glow. It was not sunny and full of beauty like it usually was. No, not now. Now it was dark and gloomy. It was all dimmed down, the glow was gone and the beauty not so much. It was like it was reflecting the would be feelings of the person who helped rebuild it. For the person she most loved was now sentenced to be killed, only this time it was unlikely that he would get out of this one. The Hero of Olympus was chained by his feet, hand and neck. The Olympian Gold shackles on his feet barely giving him room to walk, while the ones on his neck had a chain that he was dragged forward by. Perseus Jackson was a prisoner of Olympus.

Thanatos led Perseus into the throne room, where all of the gods and demigods of all groups were there. As Percy entered many gasped at the sight of him. When he was imprisoned a week ago he was different than his usual self, but now his appearance was terrible. He was wearing only a tattered pair of pants. He was skinny, his ribs poked out of his skin in a painful way. His feet were covered in blood, like he had walked on a bed of glass. His captivating, raven, black, hair was ruined. It had been cut shorter than he had ever had it and patches were missing. His normal sea green eyes had no shine in them, instead it was like he had the eyes of the dead. Big purplish, black bags were underneath them, well at least his right eye, his left side of his face was one big bruise. Imprisonment had not treated him well.

Many watched in pity as Percy was forced to his knees in the middle of the throne room floor. All the demigods knew he was innocent of the treason he was being blamed of, they could not however save their friend. The gods, well the majority of the Olympians had spoken. At first all the gods were supposedly allowed to vote, but when it was clear to Zeus that if he did that the outcome wouldn't be what he wanted and he changed the rules. Only the Olympians were allowed to vote and out of the fourteen of them, the majority voted in his favor. Hermes, Dionysus, Zeus, Hera, Ares, Hephaestus, and Athena had voted for his death. Demeter had refused to vote. Artemis, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hades, Hestia and Poseidon had voted no. Therefore, with a seven to six vote, Percy was to die today.

It had all began after the war against Gaea. The final battle was harsh as many of the Giants had come back through the Doors of Death. Death was no stranger to anyone on the battlefield however as many fell. The majority was thankfully monsters and the Giants. Thanks to the Seven the battle was leaning towards the side of the gods. The battle was coming to a close as only one Giant survived and a fourth of the monster army, that was until Gaea herself immerged from the ground. With no warning the ground swallowed the Seven, lucky for them, two were able to control the earth around them. They were freed, but Gaea was unrelentless as she attacked the unprepared demigods. Two went down quickly, struck by Gaea's poisoned vines. The Five left alive attacked the primordial, only to be thrown back by her power. A spike from the Earth caught another unawares, kill them. Four left, two Roman and two Greek fought Gaea. Out of seemingly nowhere a column of fire surrounded one of the Four and that left it to Three. Three tired demigods, whose energy was spent. With her spear, Gaea took down the last Roman, leaving the two Greek demigods. Back to back they fought with each other. Something that they had done quite a bit. It was not to last however, as one fell from sheer exhaustion. The other tried his best to protect her, but was blocked by an attack he did not see coming, one that took an arm from him. Pain coursed through his body as he was able unable to block the death blow to his loved one.

Anger flooded him as Gaea stood laughing, mocking the last of the Seven alive. With nothing left to lose and bleeding out, the boy attacked with all his might. He called on the storms, the earth, and the water that was under his control and with the last of his energy he directed it all at the primordial. All his pain, his grief, everything was sent to stop Gaea. Because she was not fully awaken and that she underestimated the demigod, Gaea was shredded to bits. The war was done as the lone Hero fell to the ground, wishing for death. It would not come to him yet, as the sun god came over to heal him. Everyone was joyous, well everyone but the Wisdom goddess. Her favorite daughter had been taken from her, something that would start to eat at her in the following days. After a week it was all she could think about and she blamed the only person left she could. So her plans began as she went to gods she knew would listen to her. First, was her father. Little whispers in his ears about how strong the demigod was, at what kind of threat a demigod who could beat a primordial was to his rule. He was easily manipulated. His wife was not that hard to make agree either, her stubbornness and pride saw to that. With another few placed whispers, the queen was enraged at the demigod, how could disrespect her so much? The war god was another easy to push, all brute and no brains. The next was a little harder, Dionysus, it took a couple days, but soon he blamed his children's death from the Second Titan War on the demigod. Hephaestus was next, with two most promising sons of his gone, both so close to the demigod, it took only a few days to also convince that the demigod was to blame. Last was the god of thieves, he was the hardest to turn, it took over a week until she was able to get him to believe that his son's sacrifice was the demigod's fault. She needed one more vote, but as she tested who to turn next she was able to get the eldest daughter of the Titan of Time to decline her ideas about the demigod. He had neither really helped her nor had he done wrong. With more digging it was clear that the rest was she could not turn so she let her plan blossom.

Now it had come to full bloom, as Percy knelt in front of the gods. He had no doubt he was about to die and he was ready. He wanted to be free of the pain and to be able to see his friends again. Zeus stood to talk.

"We have gathered here to determine the fate of Perseus Jackson. He has been charged with treason and found guilty, now his sentence a waits him. After much thought we have come to the conclusion that Perseus Jackson will be made immortal and sent to Tartarus for the rest of his days." The throne room was absolutely silent as Zeus stopped his speech. It was the first time in the history of the gods that there was no noise on Olympus for one solid moment, then chaos erupted in the throne room. Many were against the sentence that had been delivered to the boy who was now staring at the floor, his dreams of peace ripped from him and his nightmares of memories and pain about to continue.

"Silence," Zeus thundered. He was the King and his word would not be questioned. "This sentence is final and it shall be dealt with right now!" With that Zeus turned the withered Percy immortal and cast him into Tartarus, so that his punishment will be never ending.