The Moon Shines Bright

Chapter 4

(Last Chapter)

Apollo was slowly awoke to the sound of a long winded beep that that hasn't ended. Forcing himself awake, the Sun God wondered what the noise was until realization finally dawned on his face and he bolted for the medicine room. Throwing open the door, he ran to check Percy's pulse only to find nothing. Apollo lowered his head, tears staining his vision, only to find a letter open and tears smudging the perfect penmanship

(Three Weeks After Death)

The news of Percy's death traveled quickly around the Greek world, everyone from the Minotaur to the Primordial's learned about it in a matter of days. Every god seemed genuinely sad about Percy's passing. In one way or another he had helped each of them, whether it be retrieving something important for them or helping the Olympians rule the city and their kingdom better. The only gods who didn't seem affected by his death were Hercules and Dionysus. Even Ares seemed sad about his passing, always muttering about how he was the best sparring partner he had ever had. The person it hit the worst was Artemis, who hadn't left her temple in the three weeks after he died reading her poem. Apollo had asked her about the next day and she found herself spilling everything to her overbearing brother, who surprised her when he said that he would have approved of the relationship.

The funeral had been planned two days after his death and had taken place in Olympus, the demigods were granted the day to attend the funeral. Thalia had been a mess throughout the entire time sobbing into her cousin Nico's shirt, who also couldn't hold back the tears that cascaded down his face. Most Olympians weren't in and better state. Hera was sobbing in her husbands arms, thinking about the demigod who changed her views on her husbands children is dead and not coming back. Poseidon was a utter mess, bawling openly in front of every demigod. Hades was fighting hard not to shed any tears and he was failing as a few slid down his cheek. Artemis was the worse though, she was holding on to her brother openly weeping for the only man she had grown to love was now dead and gone. The funeral had lasted for hours until nobody could take it anymore and finally they just left with unshed tears in their eyes.

(Present time two and a half months after death)

Artemis was in another boring counsel meeting about reporting your domain status and what has been happening inside it. The Goddess of the Hunt really didn't want to be here she would much rather be with the Hunt helping them hunt down some monsters. Artemis noticed the lack of two members of the big three, Hades and Poseidon. Now Poseidon she could understand he had just lost a son, but what was Hades doing? Artemis was brought out of her musings by a shadow appearing and the God of The Dead walking out of it and straight to his throne.

"Hades how is the Underworld doing? Any escapes? Is Tartarus still secure?" Zeus asked when he noticed the olive skinned god.

"The Underworld is fine brother and no there has been no escapes lately," Hades stated tiredly, "As for Tartarus there has been a lot of stirring lately that I can't exactly pinpoint."

"Your right master of the Dead," A voice said followed by a huge flash of light, "But this threat might be out last if we don't play our cards right." There in front of the Olympians were the three fates themselves.

"The Primordial's Gaea, Erebus, and Moros have risen from their slumber and are planning to destroy everything." Clotho, the weaver of life, explained.

"What can we do to beat them?" Zeus asked, trembling.

"We need the Savior of Olympus back." Atropos stated simply, "We need at least eight of you to give your blessing to young Perseus. He need to be powerful enough to take what we have in store for him." With that the fates started to chant and a bright light filled the room and in the middle was the Savior of Olympus.