Percy Jackson Shattered like Glass

Chapter 38

Haze's P.O.V.

The world seemed indifferent as I landed upon Olympus.

The throne room was quite, and it's never quite.

Everyone was starring at me, mixed emotions flashing in their eyes. Some hope, some regret, and some happiness.

Hestia quickly jumped off her throne and ran towards me, when she felt my presence in the room. Apollo scurried away from me, in a frightened manner.

Whatever for though? Was it the battle?

"Haze I'm sorry." Cried Hestia when she finally reached me and launched herself on my coat.

"What about?" I asked, lifting my hood up a little to see the uncertainty look in her eyes.

"Haze they kn-"

"Guardian of the Hunt." Shouted Zeus, discontinuing whatever Hestia was gonna say.

I pulled my hood farther down before turning to the consul. "Yes."

"There has been news brought to us, while you've been recovering. We waited for you to be healed before this news has been determined as true or not. Considering you're walking around and back to your mysterious ways, we've decided to test this theory."

"And what is this theory?" I asked with a voice blank of any emotions.

"Take off your hood first."

I looked beside me at Hestia with clear confusion on my face. "Hestia what's going on?"

"Haze they kn-"

"Hestia stop and make him take off his hood." Stated Zeus.

"Haze I'm so sorry, but you must take off your hood." She said before she walked back to take a seat on her throne.

"As you wish." I said.

I felt the coolness of the air hit my skin first. Then the heat rays of eyes warmed up my body. I directed my eyes back to Zeus, wondering what's the reason for this.

I knew none of them recognized me from my new appearance, but I still didn't get the reason behind this.

"Now for the news." Stated Zeus. "It has became news to both camps, the hunters, and Olympus that you have lied or more so not told us who you really are."

I felt the nervousness build up inside me, but I kept my face void of emotion.

"Are you Perseus Jackson?"

I felt my new life crumble inside me. How could they figure out? I didn't want people to know, can't I just be alone. Why must the fates always be against me? What did I ever do wrong?

You killed others.

People fear you.

You're a monster.

I looked at all the Gods and Goddesses, who were on the edges of their seats. I looked at Hestia, who gave me a pity look.

There's  one thing I hate more that guilt and that's pity.

I felt anger rise up in me, before turning my head back to Zeus. " Why would that matter?"

"It matters a whole lot." Cried Poseidon, who had tears in his eyes.

"No it wouldn't." I stated.

"Well are you, boy?" Asked Ares.

"Yes I was Percy Jackson.