𝕊𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕤

Son of Olympus

3rd POV

The gods had appeared. They all made their way to the amphitheatre. The hunters and campers following quickly after. There the gods were seated in soft armchairs they had arranged and summoned.

They seemed to be in a heated mental discussion. Artemis looked rather distressed and Zeus seemed smug. It was clear that Zeus had won the aurgument.

Right as Zeus had opened his mouth to speak, the Romans cams through the portal that connected the 2 camps.

They pounded their weapons on their shields, Zeus changed into Jupiter for a few seconds, waving his hand and dismissing their cheers.

" Demigods , we gathered you here to announce that there is a new Olympian! "

Artemis POV
As Father announced that , he used his usual monotone voice. I having heard his voice for over 4000 years, could detect an undertone of excitement.

I sat on the silver armchair, crossing my legs. I stroked Percy's hair, smoothing it down and failing miserably.

He turned and looked up at me, it seemed that he had stopped time for me. He looked up at me , his large green ,silvery orbs swirling in the moonlight.

I flashed him his ceremonial clothes, he muttered some incoherent words as he buttoned up his shirt. Carefully, I swung the cloak over his shoulders and placed his crown/band on his head.

Now , his crown swirled with water and was lit in the unique flames, cloud and mist surrounded it, giving it a rather eerie look to it. He tucked the mini helm of darkness under his arm. He looked like a prince which in a way he was. His Helm of darkness is pitch black, made of Stygian iron. It is dipped in all the waters of the underworld.

The Archeron, Lethe, Phlegathon, Cocytus and the Styx. On the helm itself there are engravings of the fields of punishment in gold. A short black plume of soul fire burned where the usual horse hair plumes would be.

He resumed time and he was still in my arms.

Annabeth POV

I watched that boy. He sat on Artemis lap and a second later, he is decked out in a black shirt and pants along with a cloak. He had a helmet tucked underneath his arms and it seems to be on black fire?

He wore a unique band around his head. It was engulfed in black flames like the helm, water seemed to swirl around it and cloud like mist seemed to swirled around it.

"He is a unique child and threatening him would result in the wrath of 14 angry gods and 50 outraged huntress.

All Hail, Perseus Justice Honour Mercy Achilles! God of time, creation, night, darkness. Minor god of hunting.

All hail, firstborn son of Artemis and Poseidon! Second heir to the underworld and Atlantis! Heir to the skies ! Prince of the forest !  Tamer of Ladon !

All hail adopted son of Zeus, Hades , Demeter, Hestia , Hera, Apollo , Ares, Dionysus , Aphrodite, Hermes, Heaphestus and Athena! Son of Olympus!"

After that the gods smiled. Perseus stepped forth in his, most likely, ceremonial clothes. He looked rather uncomfortable in front of a crowd. But he held a air of confidence, as if with his presence nothing could go wrong.

He may only have been 6 years of age, but he seemed trustworthy. His hair was a mix of Poseidon and Artemis. His lanky , muscular body was now draped over with a cloak.

A scaly bracelet was on his hand. It slithered off and went behind him. The bracelet was weird might have been a trick of the light.

A few seconds later, there was a huge roar. Ladon stood behind Perseus. Ladon looked the same as when he did on mount Tam.

The hunters left the very next day, taking Perseus with them. It was a strange and interesting encounter.