Who I Truly Am

Ch. 2 *Edited*

Percy POV:

Hypnos stands before the gods in the throne room. He looks really cozy, not going to lie, with an ever-changing blanket of the night sky and slippers that bloomed out into little white flowers, poppies, I think.

"Why did you call us here Hypnos," Zeus grips his master bolt.

"My son, Morpheus, along with Melinoe, Eris, Nemesis, and Geras, have turned. They have told me to inform you that they 'will never help the gods again,'" Hypnos says, dipping his head down.

"They know what we did," Athena whispers. I still have no idea what they've done, or what those random numbers called plans are.

"How! We never told them!" Zeus thunders. Lightning sparks around him.

"The Titans could've told them," Athena responds, her face showing a hint of annoyance towards her father.

"They're not the only ones though," Hades speaks up from his spot on a stool.

"What!" Zeus yells.

"Thanatos, he hasn't done his weekly report. Instead, he left a note saying: 'I know what you guys did to Kronos. I am no longer loyal to you gods' I've been wondering what that was about," Hades shrugs.

"And why didn't you think to bring this up earlier?"

"Nobody asked. Besides, he's gone on a few rampages over the centuries. Like when he had a crush on Zagreus, my son, centuries ago and how mad he got when you made me kill him for something he didn't do. How was I supposed to know if it was important?"

"My brother!" Hypnos looks at Hades for confirmation. He nods.

"Thank you for the information Hypnos. You may go," Poseidon dismisses the god.

"Who are you to dismiss anyone!" Zeus yells. Thunder cracks; you can smell the ozone in the air. Man, Zeus is pissed.

"Well, weren't you going to do that?" Zeus nods. "Exactly."

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"They used plans with various numbers on me when they captured me. They probably used it on Perseus, too," Kronos says. All the same people are there, around a table, with the extension of multiple gods.

"How long did it take you to remember?" Gaea asks. Of all of them, Gaea seems the most eager for me to remember who I am.

"Around twenty Earth years, but the gods wanted me to remember. The only reason why Perseus may be remembering would be from the gorgon's blood that he drank. He and I got our memories stolen by Mnemosyne," Kronos sends a glare at his sister.

"I was forced to! They threatened to cut me to pieces as they did to you! I don't want to become all cut up!" Mnemosyne defends herself. "How many times do I have to apologize!"

"Until we get Perseus back," Tartarus growls. "And he forgives you."

"His last words were "I wouldn't want to be chopped to dust either." He let me do it and forgave me!" Mnemosyne puts her head in her hands, her dark curls cast a curtain around her face.

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When I wake up, my head hurts like Hades. I grab some ambrosia off the nightstand, which I'd restocked yesterday, and eat it, expecting the Mom's blue cookies taste I usually get. This time it isn't just her cookies but something else, too. Something different. I couldn't place what it is, but I like it.