Broken Loyalty

What Is Family

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Camp Half Blood

Darkness and death hung in the air at the camp. The older campers and the Hunt had returned just in time to find the Camp ready to burn shrouds. They were utterly shocked at what the Camp now looked like, how many demigods were now missing, not to be seen again in Camp. None blamed them, for they were only doing what they had been instructed to do, but many blamed the gods. Why hadn't they done anything to stop this slaughter? As soon as the battle had been the majority shamefully disappeared, only Poseidon, Artemis, Hades, Hestia, and Apollo had stayed to help the campers. They explained that they couldn't help because of some sort of powerful hold Típota had on them. That night the five gods and the demigods burned many shrouds. It was agreed that the older demigods and the five gods would go to Olympus in the morning after some much needed rest. The next morning when they got to the throne room no one, but Hestia was there tending the fire.

"They are too ashamed to show their faces," she told them with a disgusted demeanor.

"Then they will be forced," Poseidon growled as he raised his Trident to call a meeting. One by one the rest of the Olympians showed up, all but two looked heavy hearted, Hera and Athena.

"Do either of you have no soul," Apollo hissed, it ended up that more of his children were the ones to die and he was not in a happy mood to say the least. He had stayed up all night down in the Underworld apologizing to all that had died.

"I have no reason to feel sorrowful" Hera said. "Yes, it was a horrible sacrifice, but I have none that I was close to." After Jason had died she had become closed off, it seemed that his death was the last straw for her. She had tried to get close to a demigod, to become better, but it seemed to have back fired. She had not been able to handle his death. No one said anything to the Queen as she simply held her head high, her cold eyes asking to be challenged.

"What about you Athena," Artemis spoke, though none of her group had been harmed since they were not there, she felt pained that she couldn't have help the other campers. After Percy's death she had tried to be nicer and more open, even to males. This was not saying that she didn't put them in their place when she needed to.

"What," Athena simple mused.

"You had children there who died. Why do you act like nothing had happened, act like your children did not sacrifice themselves for us?" Athena narrowed her eyes at Artemis.

"I have no reason to answer you."

"Then what about me," a voice called from the middle of the throne room. All looked to the demigod who had spoken.

"What about me Mom," Malcolm asked. "Why do you not mourn for my siblings' deaths." Athena's eyes merely grazed over her son before looking away.

"I mourn in my own way Malcolm." She wanted to tell him that they didn't matter, that he didn't matter, however she had to keep up appearances.

"Let's move on to other pressing matters than how Athena mourns," Poseidon said coolly. He turned to Zeus, who nodded.

"It seems like the 'Traitor' the prophecy mentioned has already switched sides. If you demigods didn't know when the messenger of Tartarus left, he told us that the 'Traitor' had given him the information about camp. Thus, it is safe to say that Tartarus know about the prophecy too. I think that we should press on and look for this 'Golden' female.

"No," Hades disagreed. "We tried that once and look where it got us. Our most valuable fighters gone and around half of the Camp dead. I think we should do what the first part of the prophecy said and wait." Some of the gods started to argue, until Poseidon again grew tired of their immaturity.