CHAPTER VI:My Loving Uncle Zeus Everyone.

"Hello Hades." A male, voluminous, voice echoed through the palace.

I walked to the throne room and hid behind a marble pillar. It was my uncle Zeus. He looked as old as time, and at least five times the size of my dad. He shrunk down from about fifteen feet to six feet in the blink of an eye. He wore an all white suit with a silver lining, and a stormy grey tie. His eyes were a dark blue, and seemed to spark a bit.

"Hello brother. You were right about my daughter. She does have the gift, that was no reason to try and kill her though." Hades said.

My heart turned to ice. Whatever was running through my veins was definitely not blood anymore. I listened in more despite every instinct telling me to leave.

"You heard the prophecy Hades." Zeus said.

"You wish to possibly destroy what we stand on brother? Or what we stand for?" Hades said. His voice was cold, and he walked around Zeus carefully examining him.

"The gift of Delphi shouldn't belong to a demigod in the first place, despite what Apollo says. Let alone one of our children, she's too powerful." Zeus said.

"SO YOU STRIKE HER WITH LIGHTNING!? IN MY REALM AS WELL! IF SHE DIDN'T FALL IN THE STYX SHE WOULD BE DEAD!" Hades shouted. I looked over and his eyes glowed like red hot embers.

Zeus' eyes sparked up, and Demeter ran in standing in between them "That's enough!" She yelled.

Hades sighed, and calmed down "Leave. NOW." He said his eyes turning black again.

"We aren't do-" Zeus began.

Hades turned around "I SAID LEAVE!" He shouted cutting Zeus off.

Hades' voice was loud, it was razor sharp and filled with threat, that echoed off the walls shaking his palace making ash and dust fell off the ceiling in response. Zeus sighed, and vanished in a flash with the sound of thunder shaking the palace once more.

"Hades, your daughter." Demeter began.

"I know," Hades said quickly clearly upset with his siblings "You can come out now Mary. I promise I'm not mad.".

I slowly came out from my hiding spot. Hades had a soft smile on, and Demeter had a look of concern.

"Before I start my apology. How much did you hear?" He asked.

"All....all of i-it." I said stumbling on my words.

Hades sighed and looked down. He looked as if he had failed some mission given to him. "Follow me." He said walking out of the palace.

I did as he said, and followed him to the gates of the Underworld. He stepped out of the gates, and Cerberus stayed quiet.

"Good dog." My dad said still walking.

I kept following Hades, and finally he sat by the river. I stood behind him.

"I asked your mother to bring you here. I knew you would be safe here, but Zeus has final say here if it doesn't have to do with the dead or anyone not past my gates." He said staring at the river. I sat next to him looking at him. "Usually the Styx makes you invincible, but you were already near death." He continued. I stared into the river. "Zeus struck you and your mother, and your mother pushed you into the Styx. She was...a kind and compassionate woman like that. Unfortunately, you were still struck directly. That's why your hair and eyes are white, it was the only part of you that didn't heal." Hades said.

"But why?" I asked.

"The gift of Delphi is the ability to see prophecies in your dreams or in meditations. You can see the future essentially, and it's power scares the gods. Now give that power to a child of one of the first gods, and it's a good way to terrify the Olympian council worse than when Typhon showed up." Hades answered.

"But I can help them! I can guide Olympus to a new age!" I said.

"You could also destroy it. The council heard a prophecy from an Oracle saying a powerful demigod, with the gift of dreams, would tear Olympus down." He said.

"I'm not going to destroy Olympus. I have no reason too." I said.

"I know....but gods don't like to take chances, especially when it comes to demigods." He answered.

"Just watch your back, and stay on the path of the hero. I promise that it'll be fine." Hades said standing up "Now I have some things to attend to.", Hades walked away leaving me by the river.

I stared at the river Styx processing what I was just told. My whole being burned with hatred, but then I remembered something my father had taught me so long ago. Trying to stop prophecies can often cause them, just like the story of Oedipus.