Random bullshit gooooooo Anyways I hope you enjoy this crack fic Ill try to get the personalities as close as possible but there Will be some ooc and shit. (Whatever I write has no correlation to irl people or events, don't be mistaken!)

What if Zeus had more then just Thaila when he broke the oath for the first time? What if Thaila had a twin that just so happened to be a trap? (inspiration for this fanfic is TediousBison go give the dude a follow) The only thing I own is my ocs the rest belongs to Uncle Rick And Disney

Aphrodite the Lady of Doves, and Goddess of Love and Beauty. Her kids are often thought to be air heads or people who are only concerned for their own looks. However the children of Aphrodite can be just as skilled as the ones of Athena when it comes to tactics on the battlefield. They just need to study their enemies for a few seconds and then they would be able to come up with a perfect plan. One particular son of Aphrodite seeks to prove this and make his mom proud. Due to an unfortunate event in his life he doesn't have his voice to help him, so he has to rely on what he can accomplish with his physical and mental skills. Of course this wouldn't be a story of a child of Aphrodite without love.

Apollo is the Greek god of the sun, light, healing, disease, plague, music, art, poetry, archery, reason, knowledge, truth, and prophecy. He is the twin brother of the goddess Artemis. Demigod children are not often born with physical disabilities, but one son of Apollo was born without his sight. Will his lack of sight see a early end to his life, or will it see his involvement in a prophecy or two?

The Tome of Fates has guided me far on my goals. A mere drop of blood was all that was needed to unshackle me from my servitude to the cursed book. Though such a goal would require a delicate touch. The winds of magic guided me to the frozen north. Where there sat a nation in mourning of their dying god, believing him to be dead. The tension of the throne room was as potent as the ice magic that almost bound my end. At the icy grave of Kislev's glorious leader, I found another. One unafraid to pay any price for the bear gods return. Though he thought this Shade's intentions were ill, he would not risk his Motherland's fall. Though I alone could not bring both Tzarina and the Zealot together. Heading the cold void's cry, I knew the answer. The Defender of the Bear, the father of Tzarina unrivaled in frost and Leader of the Zealot ever loyal and faithful. Borris would rise from his icy grave and all for a single drop of blood... A single drop... If only it just unbound me from the book, but it tore me through the void, through realms no eyes that span mere ages should gaze upon, and when I woke with my head clear I found myself in a different realm. One untouched by Chaos and unknown to its dark gods. A realm I bore my son into. . . . . Rick Riordan owns Percy Jackson and all that. Any art I will use I will credit the artist should I be able to find them.