The Legacy

Chapter 11- Babysitters

~See above for what I think Zoe would look like as she got older. Imagine she has gray and sea green eyes instead of brown, and her hair has a grey streak~

Chiron's POV:

The heroes were gathered, and Miss Jackson had agreed to stay at camp. Everything was in order, and I was looking for our scout team.
Nico, Will, and the Stolls -who made up the scout team- were going to sneak in, and try to locate the heroes. Once they returned, the rest of us went in.

Frank and Hazel, Jason and Piper, and Leo each headed a unit. Frazel’s- these ship names were catchy, I must admit- and Japer’s units were focusing on fighting the monsters, and destroying the camp.
While that was happening, Leo’s unit and the scout team would go free Percy and Annabeth- and Nico would Shadow travel them and Will to Olympus, were Apollo and Artemis were waiting.
I saw Nico, and I was about to call him over, but then an IM appeared. It was Poseidon, Dionysus and Ares- who were assigned as the legacies’ babysitters.

“Yes, how can I help you, my Lords.” I asked, still skimming the crowd for Will “We need a bit of advice.” Dionysus admitted, after a moment of hesitation. I sighed, and then turned to face the message “What do demigod children eat? They are complaining of hunger- and the nymphs are helping prepare the forest for a counter-attack.” Ares explained, and I couldn’t stop the smile growing on my face.

“Just go grab pizza. There’s a nice place a couple of streets down. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to help with the battle preparations. If you have any other questions, contact Hestia- she’s good with children.” I waved my hand through the mist, and redirected my attention to more important things.

Ares' POV:

I wasn’t a fan of Percy Jackson- to say the least. I could respect him as a warrior and a hero, but that guy was rude as the best of times.
But his daughter was adorable! Dionysus had gone to pick up the pizza, and Poseidon was playing a round of Mythomagic with the boys. So, I was left to take care of the girls. Fun.

The first thing they did was run away. I chased after them, to find myself in the sword-fighting arena. I hear a giggle, so I spin around. Olivia is holding a dagger, made of an alloy of Celestial Bronze and Imperial Gold- Imperial Bronze. Zoe isn’t holding a weapon, only fiddling with her necklace and watch.
“Hey Olivia,” I step towards the young Valdez, “Don’t attack her, she doesn’t have a weapon. Not cool.” Zoe laughs, and pulls at one of the beads on her necklace- its shaped like a sword in a stone.
A sword appears in her hand, it looks like it’s made of Stygian Iron and Celestial Bronze- Celestial Iron. “Wow. That’s cool. Gift from Hecate?” I ask, but Zoe shrugs “My mum was designing it, Hecate just enchanted it. She’s called Klironomiá in Greek, but I call her Storm.” I nodded in approval, and Olivia grinned.

They began to spar- using powers. Olivia could control fire, and wind spirits; whilst Zoe could control water, and make earthquakes. It was pretty close, but Zoe won- when she disarmed Olivia with such skill that I had only ever seen in Perseus Jackson and Luke Castellan. The move she used was very hard to master. I applauded them both, and the rest of the group appeared.

Tommy and Max stood, shocked at the beautiful weapon their new friend held in her hand, but Poseidon was just beamed “Pizza’s ready.” Dionysus piped up “It’s in the pavilion. I’ve set up for Pinochle, let’s go.” So, we immediately flashed back to the pavilion, where the delicious sights and smells of pizza awaited us.

Dionysus' POV:

I must admit, I had fun with the young heroes. They all had unique personalities, and were very sweet when you got to know them. It almost encouraged me to spend more time with other demigods in general. Almost.

I bonded with them so much that I was now being affectionately being called Uncle D. I secretly loved the nickname, though I pretended not to. Poseidon was being called Pops- by Zoe- and Fish King, Salty, or Lord Coral- by all of them. Ares had picked up the nickname of War Dog, and I could tell that he was secretly thrilled.

We were just finishing the pizza, and having our fifth game of pinochle, when I decided to start a conversation “How in Hades are you so good at this game, Zoe?” I was indeed curious, she was more skilled at the game Ares, who was a god.
“My parents taught me, said it reminded them of home- and one of their favourite gods.” Ah. I smiled at her, but then she beat me so viscously that I was shocked. She was more competitive than Nike at times, and that is saying something. Just like her father, Perry Johnson.

“Zoe, your sword. It is quite impressive.” Poseidon pointed out. Ares had told us all of the child’s skill in the battlefield- and we were impressed “Yeah, thanks Pops.” She blushed, obviously pleased with the praise “Her name is Klironomiá.” Ares had failed to mention that detail “Legacy,” I translated “Fitting.” Zoe nodded “Yeah. I call her Storm though, easier on the throat.” We chuckled, and continued as we were for a few hours.

~Time Skip to Bedtime (cos I’m lazy). Brought to You by Mythomagic~

Poseidon's POV:

There was still no word from anyone. I was beginning to worry. I had assumed that my son was dead, but now that I knew he wasn’t- I was determined to save him, even if that meant storming down into Tartarus itself!

“Please- Max, Tommy- just go to your cabins.” Ares was almost begging now. The girls had gone to bed pretty quickly, Zoe to my cabin and Olivia to cabin 9. After a few more minutes- which involved Mythomagic, sacred oaths, and a lot of begging- the boys finally settled down.

Me and my nephews reveled in the silence for a few minutes, until the ground began to shake.

Max's POV:

I was lying in bed, trying to get to bed when the ground started shaking. Normal, right? Not in Camp Halfblood: the barriers keep weather and natural disasters away, normally.

Then I heard the scream. It was Zoe! Me and Olivia Jumped up, before running over to cabin 3. Tommy ran over from cabin 13- where he prefers to stay as its quieter than cabin 5. We burst in, to see Poseidon, Ares and Dionysus sitting on some of the bunks. Zoe was curled up in a ball, on the corner of her bed that was closest to the wall. “Sorry…” she whispered “I didn’t mean to scream.” She was obviously trying not to cry.

“Nonsense.” Dionysus stated bluntly. I glared at him, along with my friends and Poseidon “You cannot control your dreams,” Dionysus continued, oblivious to the looks he was being given “So therefore, it is not your fault.”

“I agree,” Ares nodded “Rarely any demigods can control their dreams, and it normally takes years of practice.” Zoe nodded, a tear trickling down her face “Your gonna be okay Zoe,” Olivia reassured her “Yeah,” I added “it was just a dream, it can’t hurt you now that I- almighty flame boy 2.0- am here at your aid, fair maiden.” She laughed, but was still crying a bit.

“There gonna find your parents, I know it.” Tommy tried to comfort her “They have everyone over there- that is how much your parents are liked, and they haven’t even been here for 10 years. They changed so many lives, and did so much for the gods. And it is time the Olympians returned the favour.” She smiled at him.

Poseidon moved over to her bed, and pulled her into a hug. The rest of us took that as our cue to leave.

Zoe's POV:

Pops pulled me into a hug, and the others left. Once Ares had shut the door, I put my head on my grandfather’s shoulder. He rubbed my back, and started singing a lullaby in Greek. (Translated)

“Sleep, my darling, while I hush you,
And I rock your cradle and put you to sleep.
Sleep, my darling girl, and your luck is serving you,
And your good fortune promises you a rich dowry.”

And I drifted off into a peaceful sleep…