Olympus' Biggest Mistake

Chapter 4

"Perseus Jackson stands accused of crimes against Olympus." Jupiter declared much to the astonishment of the Roman campers.

Frank spoke up this time, confused about their choice of words. "Crimes? What crimes did he commit?"

"The punk betrayed the Greek camp, abandoned them, refused godhood to overthrow Olympus, and we believe he plans to sell us out to the titans." Mars briefly stated.

After Annabeth stormed off, Sam approached the gods and asked for an audience. He mentioned having information on Percy so they agreed. Sam made false accusations about Percy, every rumor, theft, attempt to steal another's woman and etc. When he mentioned the possibility of Percy joining the titans they flew into a fit of rage. Now they stand in the Roman camp searching for him.

At that moment Jason and Piper stepped forward to confront the gods on their claims. "I understand feeling disrespected by his refusal to be a god but Percy's fatal flaw is his loyalty. He could never betray Olympus." Jason stated.

"His flaw may be loyalty however, he never made it clear that he has always had loyalty to Olympus only to camp half-blood." Minerva spoke up.

Piper knit her eyebrows in frustration. "Olympus watches over the camps and even an has an Olympian as one of their directors. How is that a difference in loyalty?"

While Jason, Piper, Frank, and Reyna argue their case against the gods, Percy heard it all. He felt that maybe he should just give out bits of information out of spite but instantly felt a pain in his chest again. Percy shook his head, collected his bag, and decided to leave camp Jupiter in hopes that another plan might form in his head. He took an old Roman cloak for the nights and left a note only for Reyna.

The way Percy figured, he needs to stay safe but away from camps so he needs to either join the hunt, or live underground. If he was to join the hunt as he is, the man hating girls would kill him or turn him in to Olympus. But he thought of one possible solution only because he was just leaving the roman camp. Lupa. If Percy could find Lycaon, king of the wolves, he could attempt to have the ability to become a wolf. It would be the perfect disguise to do many things especially since Artemis has wolves in her hunt. The problem was how to attain that ability from Lycaon.

Only two options presented themselves before Percy. First, either join the pack and hope to be granted the ability in a short time, not likely. Second, challenge Lycaon and somehow gain his ability by surviving a bite. Although the first option held not much need for fighting or killing, it took too much time. Not to mention the possibility of never being able to leave the pack. The second option was faster but involved a high chance of killing and causing chaos to the pack.

Oh well, option two it is; maybe just get bitten, win without killing, and then survive the bite. Without a second of hesitation Percy put the cloak around himself and made a hood with it so that the cloak only went to his knees. He left the praetor building and walked towards the camps exit. Percy slipped right through the guards at the entrance making his way to the wolf house in hopes of finding out where Lycaon might be.

From experience, Percy knew it would be, at most, a two week journey if he had to constantly fight monsters. Of course, he was only right when it came to monsters but he did get to help out a couple of Roman demigods. He figured 'to Hades with Roman tradition' and helped all demigods he could find on his way to the wolf house. He made it to the wolf house to be greeted happily by Lupa though she did seem startled at first.

"Perseus?" Lupa asked. She looked to have been resting and lifted her head to find Percy walking towards her. "Not a single demigod has returned to the wolf house after leaving to find camp. What brings you here my boy?"

"I need information. I was kind of hoping you could answer some of my questions." Percy requested scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

They sat, or in Lupa's case lay, and ate some well deserved home cooked food. Percy explained everything that happened so far excluding the fact that he's been helping Roman demigods. He told her about his plan to possibly join the hunt if he can first attain the ability to become a wolf. He asked for any information on Lycaon he might not know and for clues on his location.

"From what I hear of my brethren, Lycaon and his pack seem to be staying in the valleys and forest in San Francisco." Percy visibly frowned. "However, I will give you my blessing on one condition."

"Deal. What's the condition?" Percy asked eagerly, hope filled his eyes while excitement laced his voice.

Lupa got up from resting on the ground making her way closer to Percy. "Though Lycaon is not the most loved, he does keep a sort of balance to nature. If possoble I would prefer you not kill Lycaon in your challenge."

Percy nodded, "I was hoping it wouldn't be necessary anyways. You have a deal Lupa, I swear on the Styx not to kill Lycaon if possible." Thunder boomed in the sky and the oath was accepted.

Lupa tapped her nose onto Percy's forehead before resting her forehead onto his. A small bright light appeared between their foreheads and after a few seconds died down.

Percy opened his eyes to find Lupa with what might be a smile, hard to tell on a wolf. "I've blessed you to be able to control your transformation should you receive the wolf ability. Along with being able to use your powers in that form, your voice will sound different and you will have the symbol of a trident on your shoulder."

"Wait. Voice? How will it be different?" Percy asked confused.

"As a demigod wolf you will be able to mentally talk with people. As such your voice will sound different to avoid revealing your identity. You can choose who can hear you and who can talk mentally to you as well."

His eyes went wide with amazement. "Woah. Now that's really cool."

"I wish you luck Perseus Jackson. Oh, and I know you've been helping them." She stated before waking away, presumably, to another Roman child.

Percy shuddered at the mention that she knew all along. He guessed that since he only helped them survive fights it wasn't much interference.

But one thing tugged at his mind, there was something he should remember. Oh well, all he knew was that walking would be a better choice for him for a while. He could help demigods to the camps, get some kills in for overdue stress, and practice or learn what he can.