Percy Jackson: An Endless of All

Time goes by, as i come and go, to the waking world. Each visited, i still played a vuverable mortal, Rudious.

With each visit, time to time, Apollo came back to seek me. Not just once. Not out of duty. Not even just for pleasure, though, gods, he enjoyed that too.

But again and again. Time after time.

He kept seeking me out — in shadows, in groves, in secret chambers across Greece. Every encounter burned hotter than the last. He couldn't help himself. I might have been addicted to myself, and I was a mystery, a temptation he didn't want to understand — just feel. To hold.

To him, I was still Rudious, the stunning mortal he met in Delphi. Beautiful, bold, and unforgettable. He didn't know the truth — not yet—that I was Dream, Endless, and eternal.

And honestly? I let him believe it.

Because it was fun.Because I liked the game. a very hot game. Because it wasn't just about lust anymore, well, mostly lust at times, even if neither of us admitted it.

If you think it was love, your far from wrong. It like best friends coming together having a good time, but those best friends are friends with benfit as well. Nevertheless, I wasn't the only person he was sleeping with, afterall.

You can say the Greek gods are a very horny bunch.

Then, one night — beneath a crescent moon, our bodies entwined, sweat glowing like stardust on our skin — Apollo did something different.

His eyes glowed gold. His hands pressed firmly against my abdomen. His divine energy surged, warm and radiant like morning light. I felt it — pulsing, growing, seeking.

He was doing something he'd never done before with a man.

He was trying to plant a child in a metaphoric womb.

Gods can bend the rules. After all, if Athena can have brain babies by connecting her mind with a mortal's mind, even though she is a virgin goddess, then why couldn't Apollo, god of prophecy, truth, light, music, poetry, civilization, and healing, sire a child with another man?

He thought it was impossible. He thought, all he could do was try, right? But he didn't know… I made it possible. Even so, he didn't need my help to make it possible. 

I focused and just lent my essence — unseen, undetected — folding layers of the Dreaming into my being. I wrapped myself in the magic of thought and form, of creation and potential. His divine seed met my endless power… and something clicked.

A spark.

A child. That is as much as his as it was mine.

A new life formed within me — radiant, bright, cradled in dreams. Touch by a spark of the goddess of moon phases, crossroads, witchcraft, magic, and ect, as the child was created under a moon phase and dreams.

Just as some mortals give birth to magical children, they will later be known as Muggle-born to the British and no-mag born to the Americans.

Apollo smiled after, pressing his forehead against mine. "If I could make a child with you," he whispered, "I would."

I smiled back.

"Maybe you just did," I said with a cheeky smile, and as if he did not just use his power on me and load me up with his seed.

He laughed, not realizing I wasn't joking. at all. Let him be oblivious for a while.

Weeks later, Apollo was doing his duties as any god would do. He returned to Olympus for a divine council, a weekly to monthly thing. The gods bickered, argued, as usual. He was distracted — mind half on duties, half on memories of soft skin and starlit moans.

Without them knowing, I was viewing this meeting from my throne room, in the dreaming. I'm watching all this go down on my starry roof. It acts like a one-way FaceTime.

Then…

The Fates appeared. ugh... The annoying things. Good thing I know for a fact, I'm not part of their design, which is a good thing. I don't think those bimbos think they can make my life a tragic story, like most Greek gods and Demi-gods do. 

Clotho. Lachesis. Atropos.

Their eyes were white. Their voices are one.

"A child will be born from the god of light and the sovereign of dreams.

A new line shall begin.

Kind of heart.

Sharp of mind.

Hidden in power.

Blessed by Apollo's radiance, musical talents, and by Dream's eternal wisdom.

Lady Hecate shall touch this line with magic, as mortals do — not from godhood, but from cleverness.

From this line shall rise a legacy of magic…

And their name shall echo through the ages.

Potter."

The room fell silent.

Apollo's heart thundered in his chest. He said nothing… but inside, he knew. Somehow, some mortal lover had just become the bearer of something fate itself couldn't ignore.

Back in the Dreaming, I sat on my throne, feeling the spark of life grow inside me.

A child of light and dream.

Not just a demigod, but the start of a magical bloodline.

Blessed by me.

Blessed by Apollo.

And touched gently by Lady Hecate herself, whispering ancient spells into the child's soul even in the womb.

And thus, in the heart of myth and moonlight, began the hidden origin of a future legacy. 

The world would come to know them as wizards.

But long before Hogwarts, long before wands and spellbooks, there was us.

Apollo.

Dream.

And the beginning of the Potter Line.

Just great. All I can think of is how the fates will have a hand on my child and my descendants' fates. ugh...means more work for me to make sure they don't have a fuck up life, but some things I cannot change do to fate.

Only time will tell what I can do. I might by all power, and have future knowledge. However, that does not me I can interfere with things, because they have arleady been wolven by the fates and destiny it self.