Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 23:54:38 GMT -5
Prometheus stood in the middle of Central Park. It had been a while since he had been here, talking to that young demigod, Perseus Jackson. Giving the boy a gift that could have changed the tide of the war. At the time, he had been on Kronos’ – or Saturn’s – side. The war was going swimmingly. The Olympians were tied up with their own business, the demigods were limited. The two camps each fighting on their own front, far apart from each other as it should be. Now Saturn was coming back. And he was left trying to decide which side to take.
Which was an easy enough job. He’d taken sides in wars a hundred times. Every war that had ever happened, from the original war against Ouranos to modern day. Ouranos, Uranus, whichever. Prometheus wasn’t particular. He was one of the few that escaped renaming under the hands of the Roman Empire. It still gave him a bit of a headache when he thought about the two different cultures too hard, his somewhat different personalities duking it out in his head. Not recommended for anyone. But it wasn’t as bad as say, the Olympians. Some of them had been completely remodeled. There was a reason the camps were kept secret from one another. Though how long would that last?
But back to matters at hand: the coming war. The gods still didn’t trust him. That was why he was still in hiding. In plain sight, possibly, but sometimes that was the best place to hide. The Olympians wouldn’t expect him to come back here to the scene of the crime. Not so soon. Give it a century or so. Time passed in weird ways for immortals. But the moral of the story was, he held no love for the gods. They had tormented him gladly. But there was also the fact that the last time he had sided with Kronos/Saturn, it had not ended well. For now he would do what he always did. Sit back and watch. And wait.