What They Said About Contact

Chapter 14: Conflicts

\Percy POV

I woke with a choked scream, tears having already pooled in my eyes. I clutched my chest that was currently throbbing in pain from what I'd saw. I tried to convince myself that it was a fluke—even though I knew demigod dreams were either showing them the future, past or the events currently happening.

But why...? The blonde boy was mine... why would he be with some other girl? The boy—Jason, my mind readily supplied through the haze of my shielded memories—loved me, not that... that slut that forced herself on Jason—

"Percy! Are you okay?"

I  whipped my around, my black hair whipping around wildly as it followed the movement of my head. I swallowed thickly before giving my reply that didn't placate her my companions—both whom had wormed their way into my heart as my precious person; and with what Jason had done, he was out of that list—as they frowned at my answer : "No, not really. But I think I can finish the quest."

"Maybe you should rest more, Percy," Frank suggested, concerned. "If you want your memories back—"

"I don't think I even want my memories back," I said miserably. "after what I saw in the dream..."

"What dream?" Hazel piped up, curious and concern the same time.

"It's something I don't want to talk about," I admitted, wiping the tears away. "I don't think my memories matter much anymore, I can get Aunt Hestia to help me—she governs family after all, I'd be able to get my memories of my friends and families who are not backstabbers back. I don't want to remember any traitors."

Luke...you wouldn't have done that to me right? I looked away when my friends stared at me, even more worried before at the amount of bitterness in my voice. I miss you now, more than ever. The son of Hermes always'd a way of cheering me up no matter what and would always apologize after every battle we'd had that'd injured me badly or hurt me emotionally—we would have been so much more had he lived and my heart wouldn't have been broken by Jason.

Hera POV (3rd)

Hera was not happy.

Juno was furious.

Both were ready to kill someone and their anger rolled into one was not something any deity, demigod, human or any other creatures wanted to witness. Nor do they would want to be anywhere near the goddess when she was fuming. They'd end up suffering.

Hera was growling, almost like an animal in Aphrodite's opinion. The two goddesses that were given restriction were trapped in their own chambers up on Olympus—while the other gods were running around wild free to do whatever they wanted; their things trivial while Hera's was important and yet she was the one trapped—but Hera had decided to pay a visit to Aphrodite. But instead of saying whatever she wanted to say to the goddess of love, the goddess of air started pacing around the room and cursing madly in Ancient Greek.

Fed up, Aprhodite finally spoke.

"Is there something you want from me, Hera?" she asked as sweetly as she possibly could in the midst of her own bad mood. Oh yes, Aphrodite was having a horrible mood herself; Venus was upset and together, they weren't entirely pleasant either. Aphrodite still recalled how she'd made many couples meet a bad end because of her temper trantrum.

She was only mildly sorry for doing that to those poor mortals.

"It's your daughter's existence I want erased!" Hera spat, her form flickering since Juno wanted to give Aphrodite a piece of her mind as well. "She ruined all my well laid plans!"

"Which wasn't even fullproof," Aphrodite pointed out icily. "Something's bound to go wrong."

"All because of your daughter!" Hera snarled. "Your other daughters at least have some pride; Drew didn't stoop as low and Silena died a hero despite being a traitor!"

Aphrodite's nostrils flared. "Don't talk about my children like that! I know what Piper did was wrong but she's still young and immature; desperate she just—"

"Stop defending her! And here I thought some of your children would actually prove their worth rather than being sore eyes."

"They're my children—of course I would defend them as a mother—"

"You better tell your son to say his prayers before I blast him to bits! Oh yes, I'll drown him like I'd never drown others before—just you wait and see, Zeus—"

Hera and Aphrodite paused in their argument—and the latter had half the mind to kick the former out of her abode—and turned to see Zeus, or rather, Jupiter arguing with Poseidon. The former trying his best to restrain the latter.

"What happened?" Hera deadpanned, taking a moment of her rant to inquire what her brothers were doing to one another. "You're fighting like children."

Aphrodite watched as Poseidon's and Jupiter's form flickered, turning younger at Hera's accusation.

"You're on my side, Hera, right? Tell Poseidon he shouldn't harm my son—he's innocent, blame that daughter of Aphrodite!" Jupiter whined, well young in his current ten year old form for special affect on his wife.

Poseidon seemed to be around twelve or thirteen but that didn't stop him from being mean to his younger brother. "My daughter's feelings are hurt—I should have protested against their relationship in the first place! And that Aphrodite's daughter—"

"You've been repeating those lines for hours, Poseidon, I can practically recite it in my dreams," someone new said with exasperation in his voice.

"Shut up, Hades—"

"—Who's side are you on anyway?"

In his fifteen year old form, Hades turned the other cheek, huffing softly at his brothers' childishness. He caught the women's odd looks and raised a brow. "What?"

"Mind explaining how things became like this?"

"I thought that more damage would be cause if they were in their adult form, so I reduce them to children. And it's fun to be kids once more—everyone do anything we want them to," Hades smirked. "Heh."

"If you're having fun... why are they arguing?" Aphrodite asked, gesturing to where Poseidon and Jupiter were wrestling on the ground.

"We overheard your conversation; and since they cared so much about their children, they started arguing about their future and relationship. At least nothing was destroyed." Hades muttered the last part out.

Hera stared blankly at Hades.

"Then why aren't you stopping them? Didn't you just feel the earth shake?"

"Oh shit."

Jason POV

"I hate you! And to think I trusted you! You are nothing but a playboy and manwhore like your father! I wish I never had meet you  lying cheating bastered!"

I jerked awake, surprise on my features. I glanced around the place and noticed that I was in my cabin, not drowning in the sea. I  glanced to my side and noticed Piper cuddled up to me, the blankets barely covering her upper half.

That sight would have turned any man on but I merely felt apathy. I felt no pleasure nor did I feel satisfied when I took the daughter of Aphrodite. Someone else with black hair and green eyes—Percy, his mind readily supplied—fitted me more better but I couldn't puzzle out why the daughter of Poseidon's face grew dimmer and dimmer every time I drink Piper's handmade coffee. And my feelings for her turned more and more blurry—were we friends? Or something more? I couldn't tell anyhow. It was like an inner conflict with myself to see whether or not he could remember more of here-  I thought I knew her more intimately.

I crept out of the bed silently, accidently brushing something in the darkness. I turned and noticed that it was Piper's wallet. I reached down and picked it up and, dusted it off dust only for a small packet to fall out of it.

I stared at it.

...Love potion?