Jason Grace And A Titan's Revenge

Chapter Three: Wings of the Future

My life is not really interesting. I basically do nothing all day everyday. I am no God, therefore I cannot fuck up someone's future. I would love to, but I can't.

All I can do, is watch as the Gods play with their kids and bet on them like they're some football match.

I watch them give prophecies and ruin their lives. Even I am not that cruel. I could never destroy lives of kids who's fate hasn't even been decided yet.

Wait... scratch that. I could do that. If I had kids that is. But I would at least help them, not just stand there and mess their lives even more. Plus I would visit them. Like what is with the Gods and not paying their kids attention?

But when the prophecy is given, that's when my powers come in handy. Since I am basically a daughter of Hecate, I have some powers similar to those. So when the prophecies are given, Zeus decided to give me a role with it. I am the one who makes the green mist around the Oracle. Oh, I love to do that.

I feel quite free when I get to do that. I like to play with the mist, so that sometimes it's bigger and thicker, while other times it's barely there. But they forbid me to use any other colour, saying that "green is the colour of the future". Please, stop with the bullshit.

I have had something to do with them even since I started living on the Olympus. Zeus felt like the gifts Hecate gave to me would go to waste if he wouldn't take advantage of them. So he did.

I hate the fact that I am doing this just because he wanted something from me. He is the worst father ever. I am so thankful that the Gods have no DNA, otherwise I would look like him. Ugh, no thanks. So therefore I look more like my mom (not that I know how she looked like).

But there is one prophecy I didn't make. It's the one my mom died of it. So basically it said that Metis would bore him a child, a son, that would be more powerful than Zeus and would take his throne. So he tricked my mom into turning into a fly and ate her.

Yes, my dad ate my mom. Talk about child trauma. It was because she gave him the potion that made Kronos spit out his kids (now known as the Gods). So my mom is to thank that the Gods are who they are. Yet, they hate her. And me.

But she bore two daughters and Zeus has since never been afraid that someone would take his place. You see Zeus is a sexist. He thinks women are worse than men and cannot do anything. I would love to take his place (and yes, I am a woman) to prove him wrong.

Now, I mentioned a small detail which is quite important. You see, I possess a secret power even the Gods don't know about. I can change my appearance.

I can turn into an animal, or another human. Or even into a God. I told Hecate about it and we tried it out. I swapped places with her for a day and no one noticed. So I could easily start a war. Without anyone knowing of course.

But what would I have of war. Yes, I would become the ruler of the world, but the second I would release the Titans, they would kill me and then replace me. No matter the fact that I'm on their side.

Why would they do that? Well, like I said my mom was the one who helped Gods win the war. So I'm guessing I wouldn't be popular amongst the Titans either.

In some legends it says my mom had wings. Some believe she had them, some don't. So let me tell you a little story.

A long time ago, my mother was born. She was an Oceanids. They are water nymphs that are the daughters of Oceanus and Tethys. Some have names, some don't. Actually, you know one of them. Tyche (good fortune), she's a Goddess now.

Some Oceanids are mother's of some of the most famous names in mythology. Like Atlas, Nike, Iris, the Harpies, Medea, Prometheus and much more. So yeah, they play quite big and important roles in the lives of many many demigods and Gods alike.

Some of them are associated with water and rivers and seas, but some can be found even in the deserts and lands. Such like Europa and Asia. Some even with the river Styx. Yes, they are that powerful.

When my mother was born, she was just one of them. Until she became the most important of them. She became the wife of Zeus (while she was also his cousin, just sayin). She had a lot of influence on him and every Titan knew that.

So when he killed her, he killed the only chance he had of surviving the next Great War (if that were to happen).

I know you might say that the Gods DID win the second Great War. BUT they only won because of Perseus Jackson and his friends. If it wouldn't be for them, the Gods would have been toasted.

In another prophecy it was said, that a nymph with wings as big as the sky would be the one to rule them all. So what did Zeus do. Chop of all the wings he found on human looking beings.

My mother was one of them. I know that because Hecate showed me her wings. You see, Zeus likes to save them as a reminder of what happens when you mess with him (as if the lightnings that strike every third day aren't enough).

The wings are beautiful and still alive (I mean that as in you can still see they have power in them). So if a nymph would come in contact with them, she could easily grow them back.

They wings are all different. Some are bright, some are dark. Some are wide and strong, while the others are small and fragile. But they're all magnificent and powerful.

My mother's are big and the same colour as the sky when the sun sets. The very dark blue kind that almost looks black.

Mine were even darker. They were one shade away from being black. They were quite small, because I was very young when they took them away from me. They are somewhere else, hidden before me. But I know they are somewhere. I can feel them.

When they took them away I felt like they took a part of me. Like they just cut of my arm or something. They took them before I had the chance to even fly with them.

I have an ugly scar on my back because of it. It goes along my whole back. Because my wings were still growing they had to remove even the part that is under our skin.

To just say it as it is, they opened up my whole back. Yep, that is what they did. They took away something from me that wasn't even my fault I had. I wasn't the one to blame for having them. They left me with a scar that would never heal.

They left my back plain and empty but my heart was left completely different. It was left filled with revenge and hatred. And it's growing everyday.

One day I will get them back. Mark my words as I swear on the river Styx.