you were on your way to your greatest glory, some of the gods hated you some almost admired you.

Ares hated you after a small altercation a few years back that wasn’t even your fault, it was all Percy Jackson’s.

but you didn’t care that much, you though Ares was a prick anyways- which he very much was.

now you had succeeded in another quest, for some reason as the god of War was forced to grant you one wish, he had a question for you.

“what did you want to be when you were smaller?” he asked gruffly, like the answer he longed for was truly unfathomable, like you were born a hero.

“what?” you asked, the question had caught you off guard as you looked over at him in his mighty throne.

Ares got up and took a few steps towards you, his arms crossing over his chest as the aura around him beamed like Zeus’s lighting bolt in the night sky.

“well, you didn’t want to be this.” he answered, moves calculated, like he was sure of it as he very much was of himself. “i’m sure of that. no demigod wants to become something like you.”

it fell silent for a moment, you both knew that the god was talking about all the bad things you had to do to help with the good things, all for other people.