Heroes Know When to sacrifice

Attending my own Funeral

Hey, This chapter Might be a little confusing, and I'm sorry.

And here's to 'Lance Andrei Fanio', 'FierySaphire', and 'OceanLover4712' for joining our little group. (Nice username btw.)

And you know what? I would really appreciate it if I could read your thoughts or this story. If you laughed at certain parts, or what I should add. It would really help me.

But I got the inspiration for this when I thought if Pan ever got a funeral. And how immortals would do this. I, myself, have been to a funeral. My uncle, Seth. And so I would like to dedicate this chapter to him as well as my great grandfather, who was an amazing man. I didn't go to his funeral because Mom didn't want us to miss any school because we spent our break with Seth's funeral. I wish I went, but he was my mom's grandpa, so she needed some time alone.

They died a couple of years ago, but I still miss them.

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It was a dark room, with the only light source being candles hung on the walls. It was circular, filled with chairs, and a platform at the front. On the platform, there were twelve seats, with ten of them slightly less grand than the last two. I recognized the latter as my father's throne, as well as my sister's, but the other one was covered in lion pelts. I realized who it belonged to but found it strange on why it was covered with the skins, as my mother was so fond of wolves.

It took a long time for me to calm down. And even longer for the entire congregation to find a seat for themselves. There was a... How should I put this? fisted argument? On who might sit next to Aphrodite. But since Hephsteus and she were already divorced, it was not long before someone reminded him and sent the very flustered immortal packing. But, unseen by others, the goddess and the blacksmith shared a disappointed look with each other. But, before Ares could notice anything, they reluctantly flicked their heads away and never looked back.

I wonder what's that about. I thought. It was a very well known fact Aphrodite hated being a wife to Hephesteus and gladly accepted Ares instead. The two had shared an unrelenting grudge since my predecessor ratted Aphres (Hey! Immortals make ship names to!) away to an enraged Hephsteus. Now, it seemed that the feelings of affection had returned to the blacksmith. I probably would've followed Hephsteus to see if it would reveal what sparked their emotions if a voice thundered (haha-Jkoo7) across the arena.

"Sit down and shut up!" I looked over to see my father sitting on his throne next to my mother, who didn't seem too happy about the arrangement. The room quickly quieted down as people 'sat down and shut up.' My mother glared at my father before standing up.

"I would like to thank you all for coming. It seems too soon after our last... gathering for Pan." there was a murmur of agreement over this, but not wanting to risk Zeus's wrath, it was very quiet.

My mother seemed unsure about what to say next, which was understandable. It's not like immortals, beings who can't die, would ever be prepared for this. "Since we have not had much experience with this," she continued, voicing my thoughts, "It became somewhat of a challenge for us to figure out our own way to do this and The Muses have settled on a preferred tradition they found in their memories of ideas of mortals. So, in turn, they made this presentation for us." as she spoke, doors on the side of the thrones opened and all nine muses filled out in a single file line. (well, as close as they could get with Terpsichore dancing and skipping every few steps)

I was excited to see what was going to be said. Pan's funeral had a beautiful speech and a planting ceremony. We all planted a plant and wrote on a tag attached to it of what Pan reminded us of. Hermes couldn't go one day without breaking down into tears at the sight of a satyr. He had a tag that was over two-hundred pages long. Thinking about this, I glanced at my father, to see if he were having similar emotions.

But no. Not one tear was seen on his face.

Instead, a look of complete satisfaction rested there.

The muses got into position, poses of perfection, and expressions of sadness and grief. One opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Zeus got out of his chair, went down the stairs of the podium, and made his way to the exit.

He didn't even look back.

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Ok, It's been months since my last update. And this is the shortest chapter yet. But I spent hours trying to figure out how the funeral should go. As I said, I had it written out, but that included a very long speech the muses gave and I just didn't want to type all that.

Yes, I'm lazy. But I really don't know what to do right now. :(

I don't know how this should go, I'm sorry.

I really wanted this to be the story I finished, but I just don't know what to do right now.

Please send help.

I guess I could tell you that it basically goes how it really goes in the books, but Meg is more distant, it's Grey instead of Apollo, Piper takes the body to Olympus, and Leo and Calypso live a happy life. And Jason goes back to school.

Farewell until I can figure out how the rest of this book goes.

I really hope something comes to me.

If nothing does, I'm really sorry.

Hopefully sometime soon.

-Jkoo7