Percy Jackson - Forgiving, not Forgetting

Tale Time

The Olympians, save my patrons, didn't move for 9 minutes and 37 seconds. It took them even longer for them to stop yelling at me, which was a useless tactic to get me to talk. The whole time, I stood there silently. I didn't let any emotions escape either. Poseidon hadn't moved from my side at all, and decided that staring at me creepily was a better option then returning to his throne.

I had enough of the yelling by then, since it was giving me a migraine. I placed my left hand on my fore-head and concentrated on healing the ache. Soon, there was no throbbing of pain. I was so caught up in my healing, that I didn't realize that the gods were staring at me. Quietly for once.

I tried to ignore the looks I got by bowing to my patrons separately. When I got to Ares, he leaped off his throne and inspected my uniform since I hadn't had any time to change after my mission. Under my cloak, I had a mixture of Roman and Greek armour on with Riptide in a small pocket that was hidden. I held hunting knifes at my waist and my bow and arrow in their hidden forms around my neck. I even had a spear from Ares that was disguised as a necklace.

After being 'killed', Artemis, Ares, and Hades all trained me in combat. Artemis with hunting knifes and a bow, Ares with a spear, and Hades with swords. Chaos taught me the other weapons too. Hestia and Hera both taught me about my new powers and how to receive better control over them. Now I was stronger, smarter, and more efficient in battle. Although, power comes at a price. I now had more weaknesses about me. Another fatal flaw apart from Loyalty. A deadly one, too.

Back to the present, Ares gave me a once over. "How many times do I have to tell you? Always have at least one weapon that isn't hidden from view. You don't always have time to pull them out and change their forms!" He grunted. I gave him a wicked smirk and took out my hunting knifes that was half silver, half celestial bronze. Ares glanced at them uneasily, remembering our last battle with them no doubt. I gave him a dark grin to which he shuddered at. I could always make him feel uneasy now, because of the amount of things I had seen. It could make the worst insane.

Although Ares was a good opponent in battle, Artemis was better. She was faster then Ares and always formed a plan ahead. Yes, Ares had strength on his side, but Artemis had surprise and she was agile. No matter how well you think you know her moves, she will always pull a new trick on you with amazing speed. 

Putting them away I return back to the hearth with Hestia. I could feel eyes on me, following me. When I sat next to the hearth, I gave Hestia a kiss on the cheek and tended the fire with her. She was always like a mother to me. Kind, thoughtful, and loving. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to the source. Lady Artemis was there, in her 20 year old form.

"Percy," she said gently. She took a quick glance around at the room, who of which were still staring. What's with the staring today? She started to speak again but in a different language, one that we made together. "The gods are confused about how your alive and what has happened. You can't ignore them forever. I know that your father wants to speak to you again."  She sighed through he nose. Offering her hand, we both get up. " I know that this is hard, but please do it for me, please?"  She begged, with those big silver eyes. She knew how to make me say yes. She would grow her eyes slightly and pout her lips a little. I would hesitate but we all knew that I can't say no. Her eyes would fill with tears and I would comply. Then, she would have a smug smile and gloat silently while I sulk.

"You know that I can't say no to that!" I whine with my own pout. She laughed, a beautiful sound that I brighten immediately to. I had missed running with the Hunt and seeing Artemis daily. You see, while I was training with Artemis, I would stay with the Hunt. They all knew who I was and they accepted me. Even Phoebe, the coldest huntress didn't mind me. I had grown fond of them and couldn't wait to see them. They were the sisters that I could never have.