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AMBROSIOS

portrayed as pietro fanelli

-son of Pan and Aphrodite!

-new godling of nature, spirituality, serenity, prey animals and protection

-sacred animal: chinchilla, dodo bird, sheep

"You can show a person that you trust them

When you stop and lower your guard"

 

THEODORA

portrayed as sophia lillis playing beverly marsh

-daughter of Pan and Aphrodite!

-new godling of the life cycle, reincarnation, self discovery and predator animals

-sacred animal: snake, bearded dragon, smilodon (saber-tooth tiger)

"Close your eyes and spare yourself the view

How could I hurt you?"

 

NICO DI ANGELO

portrayed as daniel millar

-son of Hades!

-demigod!

-has a pet ghost cat

"And if there's a reason I'm still alive

When everyone who loves me has died"

 

WILLIAM SOLACE

portrayed as shoutoutyahweh on tiktok

-son of Apollo!

-demigod!

-gets emotionally attached to strays

"You're the Sun, you've never seen the night

But you hear its song from the morning birds"

 

CLARISSE LA RUE

portrayed as erin smigielski

-daughter of Ares!

-demigod!

-she actually has feelings beyond anger!!

"I still think you're beautiful

And I don't ever want to lose my best friend

I screamed out, "God, you vulture

Bring her back or take me with her"

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A M B R O S I O S

 

'Who the hell are you and why does Grover look at you like he might cream his pants?'

Look, I never wanted to be a god. If you think you do-well, that sounds like a you problem. You may like the idea of having almost unlimited power, the granted respect, not having to do anything and just smite demigods left and right if they fail to do the impossible quests you've commissioned... Sounds like a dream come true, doesn't it?

HELL NAH (skull emoji skull emoji)

It's fucking tiring. Don't get me wrong, the demidogs demigods are not the problem. It would be kinda hypocritical of me if it was, wouldn't it?

No, it's the other gods that get on my nerves. Hard to be the god of serenity when there's a certain sun god following you around like a damn puppy, because he thinks you might be his long lost twin (he already has a twin and so do I- we're still not related though). 

Anyways, I should probably stop complaining and start the story.

So, as you already know, for a baby to get born-in most cases- you need a man and a woman (exception: you're a certain arrogant god who just gets a headache and suddenly we have a whole now problem goddes). Luckily, me and my sister were lucky enough to be born in a somewhat normal way.

A child between gods is a god (or a fucking horse- yes I'm looking at you Arion). The child of a mortal and a god is what you know as a demigod. The child of a god and a demigod...is unlucky. You get a godly parent (maybe a step-parent too) AND a grandparent that doesn't. give. a. damn. about. you.

Or they care too much. I'll leave it to you to choose which one is worse.

My mother was a beautiful woman, as all daughters of Aphrodite are. She had shiny ginger curls, eyes greener than the meadows in springtime, and her tanned skin was painted with freckles just like the night sky. Her name was Amara.

She loved everyone and everything. If she wasn't playing with the kids of the village she lived in, then she was out tending to her garden, cooling herself in the river, listening to the birds' singing or relaxing with various animals that found her occasionally. She didn't know why they did it, but she never complained either.

Later, she found out the reason- it was all because a certain God of the Wild has set his eyes on her. Now, my father wasn't an attractive man. I mean- c'mon, he's half a goat! (no offense my dear satyrs) Still, my mother fell for him. Hard.

Soon she was expecting. Even before her belly was showing, wild animals started escorting her everywhere. When we were born, it was a deer family that accompanied her until my father arrived.

Sadly, all coins have two sides. After my father's joy of being blessed with two babyboys (sorry Dora), soon came his grief. My mother, my sweet, pure mother has been murdered. 

He built a shrine in her memory- one decorated with flowers that always bloom and painted with the most delicate letters he could write.

Aphrodite took notice of the love he held for mom, her dearest daughter. She looked at us, at her grandsons, and all she could see was her daughter's carbon copies. She decided to not only bless us, but to claim us as hers as well. She knew our father didn't have long till fading. She didn't want her dear grandsons to grow up without parents.

My brother (now a sister) and I played together aaaaall the time. You would think it was quite boring, but no. The bond between us is closer than what anyone would believe. We were there for eachother, through good and bad. I was the first one my sibling told about being a girl. She was the first one I told about being homosexual. 

That's kind of how we ended up in this situation.

 

A long time ago- around 1006 AD

 

'Hey, Dora! Watch out, you almost trampled my sweet little Melodia to death!' gasped Ambrosios as he picked up his pet squirrel. The fluffy rodent sat down on his shoulder happily as he was scolding her sister, only jumping down once he started chasing her around.

'Oh stop it, Sisi, she's fine. Stop being such a worrywart, just live a little!' she laughed, jumping on the back of her Smilodon, Milo.

Their impromptu game of tag was going on for about five hours, before they finally had enough. By the end of it, Theodora was rolling around in the dirt with Milo and Ambrosios was watching it happen from the back of a woolly mammoth. Once they stopped, they all cuddled up together to take a short nap, about one, maximum two hours long or so.

 

They slept till the 21st century.

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WHEN the demigods reached their friends they split up with, they found themselves in a cave with huge stalagmits columns. An underground river ran through the center of it, and Tyson was sitting by the banks, cradling Grover in his lap. Grover's eyes were closed. What scared Percy the most was that he wasn't moving.

'Tyson!' yelled Percy.

'Percy, come quick!'

They ran over to the cyclops and checked over their unconscious satyr. He had a pulse, but his whole body trembled like he was freezing to death.

'What happened?' Percy asked.

'So many things,' Tyson murmured. 'Large snake. Large dogs. Men with swords. But then…we got close to here. Grover was excited. He ran. Then we reached this room, and he fell. Like this.'

'Did he say anything?'

'He said, "We’re close." Then hit his head on rocks.'

Percy knelt next to him. The only other time he's seen Grover pass out was New Mexico, when he’d felt the presence of Pan. He shined his flashlight around the cavern. The rocks glittered. At the far end was the entrance to another cave, flanked by gigantic columns of crystal that looked like diamonds. And beyond that entrance…

'Grover,' he said, shaking his shoulders a little. 'Wake up.' The satyr only moaned in response.

Annabeth knelt next to him and splashed icy cold river water in his face. His eyelids fluttered. 'Percy? Annabeth? Where…'

'It’s okay,' Percy said. 'You passed out. The presence was too much for you.'

'I-I remember. Pan. But...'

'Yeah,' said the demigod. 'Something powerful is just beyond that doorway.'

 

After some quick introductions, since Tyson and Grover had never met Rachel, they started to gather themselves up.

Annabeth and Percy helped him up, and together they waded across the underground river. The current was strong and water came up to their waists. The son of Poseidon willed himself to stay dry, which was a handy little ability, but that didn’t save him from the creative curses that flew his way from his friends, and he could still feel the cold. Like putting your hand between two bags of cold water, except it's your whole lower body and instead of two bags, it's a whole river. Fun.

'I think we’re in Carlsbad Caverns,' Annabeth said, her teeth chattering. 'Maybe an unexplored section.'

'How do you know?'

'Carlsbad is in New Mexico,' she said. 'That would explain last winter.'

Percy nodded. Grover’s swooning episode had happened when we passed through New Mexico, that’s where he’d felt closest to the power of Pan.

They got out of the water and kept walking. As the crystal pillars loomed larger, they started to feel the power emanating from the next room. Most of then had been in the presence of gods before, but this was different. Their skin tingled with living energy and their weariness fell away, as if they'd just gotten a good night’s sleep. Percy could feel himself growing stronger, like one of those plants in a time-lapse video. It was a weird comparison, since he was pretty sure that he had 0% plant in his body. Then again, his half-brother is a cyclops and he is pretty sure there's a horse somewhere in his family tree too...

The scent coming from the cave was nothing like the dark wet underground. It smelled of trees and flowers and a warm summer day.
It reminded Nico of the garden where he used to play with his sister, Bianca, before they got locked in the casino.

The walls glittered with crystals-red, green, and blue. In the strange light, beautiful plants grew-giant orchids, star-shaped flowers, vines bursting with orange and purple berries that crept among the crystals. The cave floor was covered with green moss. Overhead, the ceiling was higher than a cathedral, sparkling like a galaxy of stars. In the center of the cave stood a Roman-style bed with velvet cushions. Animals lounged around it-but they were animals that shouldn’t have been alive. There was a dodo bird, something that looked strangely like Diego from Ice age, a huge rodent like the mother of all guinea pigs, and roaming behind the bed, picking berries with its trunk, was a wooly mammoth.
On the bed lay an old satyr. He watched us as we approached, his eyes as blue as the sky. His curly hair was white and so was his pointed beard. Even the goat fur on his legs was frosted with gray. His horns were enormous- glossy brown and curved. There was no way he could’ve hidden those under a hat the way Grover did. Around his neck hung a set of reed pipes.

Grover fell to his knees in front of the bed. 'Lord Pan!'

The god smiled kindly, but there was sadness in his eyes. 'Grover, my dear, brave satyr. I have waited a very long time for you.'

'I…got lost,' Grover apologized.

Pan laughed. It was a wonderful sound, like the first breeze of springtime, filling the whole cavern with hope. The Diego-wannabe sighed and rested his head on the god’s knee. The dodo bird pecked affectionately at the god’s hooves, making a strange sound in the back of its bill. They could swear it was humming “It’s a Small World.”

Still, Pan looked tired. His whole form shimmered as if he were made of Mist.

Percy noticed his other friends were kneeling. They had awed looks on their faces. He got to his knees.

'You have a humming dodo bird,' He said stupidly.

The god’s eyes twinkled. 'Yes, that’s Dede. My little actress.'

Dede the dodo looked offended. She pecked at Pan’s knee and hummed something that sounded like a funeral dirge.

'This is the most beautiful place!' Annabeth said. 'It’s better than any building ever designed.'

'I am glad you like it, dear,' Pan said. 'It is one of the last wild places. My realm above is gone, I’m afraid. Only pockets remain. Tiny pieces of life. This one shall stay undisturbed…for a little longer.'

'My lord,' Grover said, 'please, you must come back with me! The Elders will never believe it! They’ll be overjoyed! You can save the wild!'

Pan placed his hand on Grover’s head and ruffled his curly hair. 'You are so young, Grover. So good and true. I think I chose well.'

'Chose?' Grover said. 'I—I don’t understand.'

Pan’s image flickered, momentarily turning to smoke. The giant guinea pig scuttled under the bed with a terrified squeal. The wooly mammoth grunted nervously. Dede stuck her head under her wing. Then Pan re-formed. 'I have slept many eons,' the god said forlornly. 'My dreams have been dark. I wake fitfully, and each time my waking is shorter. The longeat I could stay awake was for 20 years, and even that was thousands of years ago. Now we are near the end.'

'What?' Grover cried. 'But no! You’re right here!'

'My dear satyr,' Pan said. 'I tried to tell the world, two thousand years ago. I announced it to Lysas, a satyr very much like you. He lived in Ephesos, and he tried to spread the word.'

Annabeth’s eyes widened. 'The old story. A sailor passing by the coast of Ephesos heard a voice crying from the shore, "Tell them the great god Pan is dead."'

'But that wasn’t true!' Grover said.

'Your kind never believed it,' Pan said. 'You sweet, stubborn satyrs refused to accept my passing. And I love you for that, but you only delayed the inevitable. You only prolonged my long, painful passing, my dark twilight sleep. It must end.'

'No!' Grover’s voice trembled.

'Dear Grover,' Pan said. 'You must accept the truth. Your companion, Nico, he understands.'

Nico nodded slowly. 'He’s dying. He should have died long ago. This…this is more like a memory.'

'But gods can’t die,' Grover said.

'They can fade,' Pan said, 'when everything they stood for is gone. When they cease to have power, and their sacred places disappear. The wild, my dear Grover, is so small now, so shattered, that no god can save it. My realm is gone. That is why I need you to carry a message. You must go back to the council. You must tell the satyrs, and the dryads, and the other spirits of nature, that the great god Pan is dead. Tell them of my passing. Because they must stop waiting for me to save them. I cannot, but they can. Each of you must—'

He stopped and frowned at the dodo bird, who had started humming again. 'Dede, what are you doing?Are you singing Kumbaya again?'

Dede looked up innocently and blinked her yellow eyes.

Pan sighed. 'Everybody’s a cynic. But as I was saying, my dear Grover, each of you must take up my calling.'

'But…no!' Grover whimpered.

'Be strong,' Pan said. 'You have found me. And now you must release me. They must carry on my spirit. It can no longer be carried by a god. It must be divided.'

Pan looked straight at Percy with his clear blue eyes, and he realized he wasn’t just talking about satyrs. He meant half-bloods, too, and humans. Perhaps something entirely new, too.

'Percy Jackson,' the god said. 'I know what you have seen today. I know your doubts. But I give you this news: when the time comes, you will not be ruled by fear.'

He turned to Annabeth. 'Daughter of Athena, your time is coming. You will play a great role, though it may not be the role you imagined.'

Then he looked at Tyson. 'Master Cyclops, do not despair. Heroes rarely live up to our expectations. But you, Tyson-your name shall live among the Cyclopes for generations. And Miss Rachel Dare…' Rachel flinched when he said her name. She backed up like she was guilty of something, but Pan only smiled. He raised his hand in a blessing. 'I know you believe you cannot make amends,' he said. 'But you are just as important as your father.'

Rachel faltered. A tear traced her cheek.

'I know you don’t believe this now,' Pan said. 'But look for opportunities. They will come.'

Finally he turned back toward Grover. 'My dear satyr,' Pan said kindly, 'will you carry my message and guide them?'

Grover thought he meant the satyrs.

'I-I can’t.'

Grover was wrong.

'You can,' Pan said. 'You are the strongest and the bravest. Your heart is true. You have believed in me more than anyone ever has, which is why you must guide them through the pain and hardships, and why you must be the first to release me.'

'I don’t want to.'

'I know, it's not an easy job now, is it?' the god chuckled. Percy was sure there was some kind of misunderstanding between the goat-likes. 'But my name, Pan…originally it meant rustic. Did you know that? But over the years it has come to mean all. The spirit of the wild must bless all of you now. You must tell each one you meet: if you would find Pan, take up Pan’s blessing. Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, not even them, to do that for you.'

Grover wiped his eyes. Then slowly he stood. 'I’ve spent my whole life looking for you. Now…I release you.'

Pan smiled. 'Thank you, dear satyr. My final blessing.'

He closed his eyes, and the god dissolved. White mist divided into wisps of energy, but this kind of energy wasn’t scary like the blue power they’d seen from Kronos. It filled the room. A curl of smoke went straight into Percy's mouth, and Grover’s and the others. It left the taste of a matcha latte in Percy's mouth. Two of the lights shone brighter than the others and they floated in the direction of the animal-pile. The crystals dimmed. The animals gave us a sad look. Dede the dodo sighed. Then they all turned gray and crumbled to dust. The vines withered. And they were alone in a dark cave, with an empty bed.

At least, that's what they expected to happen.

After the temporary dimness, everything looked alive again. The shining of the animal-pile never ceased, it only got brighter, if anything. That's when they noticed that between the lounging animals, there lay to people in deep slumber. They were the source of the glowing.

'What the...' mumbled Percy, reaching in his pocket for his trustworthy sword. 'Stay back, guys.'

One of the strangers opened his eyes. He blinked, looked at Percy, blinked again, then yawned.

Percy was struck with awe. This person had soft, ginger curls that reached his shoulders and eyes so green that he was convinced they weren't natural, skin paler than Nico's and painted with stars. He had very soft, almost feminine features, yet still carried some kind of masculinity in the way he sat before them.

'Oh, shit.' His voice was melodic and it reminded Percy of his mother's from his childhood when she used to read bedtime stories for him. He was sure that in a different situation, he could fall asleep from listening to him talk. 'Dora, get up. It happened.'

After being nudged awake, this "Dora" looked over them with an annoyed expression. Only when she noriced the sniffling Grover with his teary eyes, her face softened.

'So...' Percy began, still not trusting the new faces, even though it didn't seem like they meant any harm. 'Who the hell are you and why does Grover look at you like he might cream his pants?'

Dora snorted. 'I like you, kid. You got some spirit in there, all right.' The way she grinned reminded all of them a bit too much of the Stoll brothers, and a collective shiver went down their spines.

'Our father just passed, kid, cut us some slack.' she chuckled sadly. 'I'm Theodora and this is my twin, Ambrosios. We're like, the only demigod children of Pan...'

'Not anymore, no.' said Ambrosios quietly, who was silently looking around the cave until now. 'I'm pretty sure that's not what we are anymore.'

He held his left hand out and a beautiful rose sprouted from his palm. He placed his other hand over it, and butterflies flew out when he lifted it.

From one of the vines, a dove flew down. It transformed into a woman, who looked strangely like the new twins.

'And how right you are, my dearest boy.' she hummed, placing a hand on his cheek. She looked at the awestruck demigods. 'Bow down before the new gods of Nature.'