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A part of him had hoped that it would work out but another part, the more rational one, knew that he was doomed from the very beginning. The gods had thought that somehow a 16-year-old would be their saviour and the demigods had foolishly followed into their footsteps. But what power did he have that would give him an upper hand on the most ancient and powerful fighters? Love? Compassion? Now, kneeling on the flawless marble floor of the great hall that had once housed the mighty Olympians, he felt a sort of numbness. When he raised his eyes to Zeus’s throne, he was met with the smirking face of his grandfather. The golden eyes bore into his as he raised his chin defiantly.