Hi everyone. Long time no see. I finally decided to update. I had almost given up hope that anyone will comment but then someone actually did and that's the reason I have updated. That someone is @Jt_is_gay. I can't thank you enough.

Recap

"Perseus I must ask you something."

"Sure."

"Well, you see..... When the goddess erased your memories she somehow erased all your powers. So we have to claim you as our son and bless you. For doing that we must conduct a ritual. So are you willing?"

Percy's POV

I was still kind of thunderstruck by this information and couldn't wrap my mind around it. So when my 'mom' asked me about the ritual thingy, I was suspicious. I know what you all must be thinking, Percy! She's your mom and you should trust her but you guys put yourself in my shoes and think for a minute. A strange lady pops out of the ground and says she's my mom and then a creepy guy comes out of nowhere and proclaims that he's my dad and that I'm part of some big scheme plotted by my niece. How do I even know that what they are telling is the truth? What if my real mom and dad are out there somewhere?

I realized that I had zoned out and my 'mom' and 'dad' were waiting for a reply. I cleared my throat and said, "Uh... I'm still adjusting to my... memory loss so can I give you my answer after a few days?"

They looked at each other and then back at me. I think I saw my mom's face twist into a furious expression but when I blinked and looked again it seemed perfectly normal. I did a mental shrug and decided that it must have been a trick of the light or something. I know you are wondering how did you do that Uncle Percy? Well, kids, you picture yourself in your mind doing a shrug. Easy peasy. Ugh! What's wrong with me? Why do I keep talki... I heard a cough and looked up realizing that once again while I was having a conversation with invisible readers I had zoned out.

My mom spoke," My son. I'm afraid you will be in danger if we don't do this ritual now itself. Our powers are shielding you from the gods right now. But if they sense you, they will hunt you down and force you to be on their side. So we must hasten."

" Okay but since I don't have my memories, I can't fully trust you. I hope you understand."

"Of course, we completely understand. To gain your trust we will swear on the River Styx that what we have said is completely true and you are indeed our son."

Thunder rumbled at her word.

" Why did you swear on a river? And what happens if you break it?"

" We swore on the River Styx because if you break an oath, you will suffer a fate worse than death."

This all sounded familiar, so I nodded my head.

"One last question you guys said that I'm primordial so why do I have a last name like a mortal?"

Once again my mother spoke, it seemed like my dad was not such a social person. Well, I guess being literal hell will do that to you. I imagine kids asking me, Hey, what does your dad do? And I'll answer grinning, Oh nothing just that he is the embodiment of hell.

"... and this is why you have a last name." I came to the conclusion that my mom had been speaking while I was wandering off in my thoughts.

Sheepishly I asked," Uh... do you mind repeating that? I kind of... didn't listen."

My dad laughed, I looked at him surprised. He doesn't seem like the kind who laughs. My mom, on the other hand, looked ready to throttle me. Judging by the familiarity I have with that expression it is safe to say that I have been given that look many times.

My mom took and deep breath and seemed to somewhat calm down.

"We wanted to give you a normal childhood and to protect you from the gods. So when you were young, we gave you to a mortal named Sally Jackson but the gods found out about you after 1 year or so and killed her. We brought you back and raised you without anyone finding out, the gods thought that you had died so we assumed you were safe but as you know you lost your memory, powers, and immortality. So in honor of the mortal who died to protect you, we let you keep her last name. "

The name Sally Jackson was familiar and it brought a sense of homesickness. I guess I must have been close to her. I vaguely remembered eating something...blue? It was so frustrating. I couldn't remember my parents and the mortal who saved me. The reason for all of my misery were the stupid gods. I will avenge the kind mortal. I will destroy the goddess stupid enough to mess with my memories and trying to erase my memories of my parents. I will kill all these upstart gods for threatening my mother.

I knew my answer to the earlier question.

I took a deep breath and said," I accept. I will raze Olympus to the ground."

My mom and dad had matching slightly disturbing grins which made them look like evil geniuses.

"Let's start then. Shall we?"

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I thought of stopping. But nah, I'm feeling inspired.

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I am currently standing in a circle made of ancient runes with my parents wondering what is the deal with pixies. Are they miniature faeries or are they wingless elves? While I was comprehending the mysteries of the universe, Mom and Dad had begun chanting, I couldn't understand the language. It was an ancient rasping language. It was beautiful yet terrifying. Even the birds stopped chirping. The forest became deathly silent except for the melodious and without breaking the chant, my mother conjured a black glass... what was it called? Oh yes it is called a Goblet. A black goblet with two silver snakes entwined around the cup creating two handles which can be held by people standing opposite to each other. It had intricate silver carvings. It was placed on a table made from grass. She produced a knife as well. It was made from the same material as the goblet. I wonder if they were a combo set. I smirked internally because its rude to smirk when everyone is so serious. Coming back to the present I noticed that mom had cut her hand and was filling the goblet with her silver blood. When it was half full she stopped and my dad stepped forward and he also cut his hand and similar blood flowed but it had a tinge of black in it. When it was filled, they stopped chanting. The blood had turned black with a silvery glow. I sincerely hoped I didn't have to drink it, maybe it was to wash my hands or something.

"Son, you have to drink it to complete the bonding. But first, you have to add your blood as well. I know it is filled but it will work. How? Don't ask. It's ancient magic."

I felt nauseous about drinking blood but I cut my hand and let my surprising red blood flow into the goblet. I remembered that my mom mentioned my immortality being taken away as well. My blood mixed with the blood in the goblet. It started to glow eerily. I made a face before picking it up and downing it. It slid down my throat leaving a slick and oily feeling. Its taste was something indescribable. In total, it was disgusting. It quickly gulped it all down. It left a bad aftertaste. My head started pounding, it felt as if gravity was pulling me down. I felt feverish, my skin started smoking as if burnt. I was hot and cold at the same time. My hands and feet seemed to give up and I started falling face first but someone caught me. My vision started darkening, I couldn't move. My eyes closed on their own and I blacked out. 

Word Count: 1400

Date: 25/05/2018