Percy Jackson: An Endless of All

After the Olympian council meeting and the newly enacted godly law, in which they can only impregnate a man twice a year. 

Apollo talked Zeus into adding something more to that Godly law. What that is, if they do impregnate a man, then once they are ready to give birth, the God who impregnated that man has to be there to help them give birth and heal them after. A very great point Apollo had brought up.

The reason they have to is that men were not made to carry babies or have the parts to push them out. They will know the pain of contractions, though. 

So the only way they could give birth is through a C-section to deliver the baby. After the baby is born, the gods will have to leave because of the godly law that Zeus made about not interfering with their demigod children. When that was said, the meeting was over. And you wouldn't believe what happens next.

Some gods went on to impregnate some men that day.

For example, Hermes went to his poet in Athens, who had soft hands.

Ares went on to meet a young hunter in the woods in Greece. The young man was a lean, slightly muscular man who worked as a hunter. Ares went on to impregant him hard and fast in the woods, which the young man loved.

Poseidon met a young beauty of a man, who was a fisherman. Posiden took and impreganted the young lean man on his boat.

Even Zeus did so, during a threesome, with a husband and wife impregnating them both.

They couldn't wait a day to do so. Unbeilevable. But now they know it is possible and in there power to impregant men. Which is worrisome, but not my problem.

after that day,Two Months have passed by quickly in the waking world. I was nine months pregnant and ready to burst. I return to the waking world, to Delphi, Greece, so I can give birth in the waking world.

Then the time had come.

My water had broken in the early morning, when the mist was just beginning to settle.

My labor began in a home I bought in Delphi, under the veil of my mortal illusion. I kept my divine presence hidden — wrapped in layers of dreamstuff and glamor — so to all around me, I was still just Rudious, a mortal man, unique only in his beauty and his mystery.

But the truth was far deeper than any mortal could see.

The pain struck like thunder. Even with all my control over the Dreaming, the birth tore through me like fire and shadow. My body wasn't built for this. No mortal man's was. But I had prepared for it, sculpted a vessel capable of enduring.

And I was not alone.

Apollo was there, hovering at my side in a mortal-seeming form. His hand gripped mine, strong and warm. His face — usually radiant with mischief or smugness — now twisted in worry, fear, awe. He had never witnessed anything like this.

"You're doing amazing," he whispered, brushing hair from my sweat-soaked brow. "You're… It's coming, I can feel them."

"Then cut our baby out, you sun-drenched idiot," I growled.

And so, he did.

With his divine light, he carefully opened my lower abdomen — precise, warm, glowing fingers bathed in healing magic. It was the only way. The only path a man's body could give birth to.

And when he pulled our child free — a radiant baby boy, wailing into the morning light — Apollo gasped.

"He's beautiful…"Just like his father."

He wrapped the child in a cloth of woven sunbeams. I lay back, weak but proud, as Apollo healed the wound gently with hands now trembling from emotion.

He held the child in his arms, eyes shining.

"I want to name him… Orpheus."

I smiled faintly. "Let's hope he doesn't look back," I whispered.

Apollo didn't hear me. He was lost in love, joy, and pride.

But the law was clear. He could not stay. He had to go.

He kissed my forehead, whispered, "I'll see you again," and stepped into golden mist, vanishing.

As Apollo left to mount Olympus, I was alone, at last.

The moment he vanished, I stared down at my son.He was quiet now, eyes wide, impossibly unaware.He had my stillness. My power, slumbering just beneath the skin.

I got up onto my feet with Orpheus in my arms. Lucky, I'm all healed and already able to move.

With a twirl of my hand, we disappear from the home in the waking world, in a swirl of sand, to the dreaming, into my throne room.

Once there, I made my way to sit on my throne, where I held Orpheus close. Let him nurse from my body — my form shaped by my will to do what was needed. The bond between us deepened with every breath, every heartbeat. I burped him gently, whispered soft lullabies spun from stardust, then conjured a crib of glimmering onyx and silver dreamstuff, lined with memory-thread and moon-feathers.

He slept. Peacefully.And I watched with great pride and happiness.

Meanwhile, On Olympus…

The Fates returned.

They appeared without warning in the middle of another divine council. Clotho's thread fluttered. Lachesis's voice shook. Atropos's scissors gleamed.

"The child has been born.Born of Dream and Sun.Named Orpheus.He is the one we spoke of.The line of power.Of magic.Of light and dreams."

Stunned silence.

Apollo stood, face pale with disbelief.

"My son… that Orpheus? That prophecy was about him?"

The council erupted.

"Where is he?" Hera demanded."Why didn't you know?" Athena challenged."Where is this Rudious now?" Zeus thundered.

But the Fates only shook their heads.

"You will not find him.Not with all your might.Not with all your gifts.For he has returned to a place beyond waking.To the realm of dreams.

And there, you may not go."

I watched all this go down in my throne room. it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth to have the fates to reveal where I might be. One thing I can be thankful for is that they don't know who or what I am, yet.

I went on to stand up from my throne and stood at the tall windows of my castle, watching the endless dreamscapes shift and roll like silk across the horizon.

Orpheus slept behind me, his breathing soft, his future immense.

No god could see us here.Not Apollo. Not Zeus. Not even the Fates could pierce the heart of the Dreaming unless I let them in.

And I would not.

"You'll be safe here, my little light," I whispered. "Hidden from the greed of Olympus. Cradled in stories, in stars, in dreams.

You are more than prophecy.You are mine and part of the Dreaming."