Marianas Trench

Deep below the surface of the sea, to where the sun could not reach, moved a large vessel. It was pure black, to match its surroundings but you could see lights shining from the portholes. It was at least as long as the Empire State Building was tall and a city block length tall. It was slim and narrowed down to a point like that of a sword. Its front was covered in fancy, silver decorations.*Imagine Captain Nemo's sub from the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, but black and much larger* It moved at a slow pace, just a puttering 3 knots. Its captain sat alone in his cabin, in a cushy armchair in front of a large fireplace. The captain looked no older than 18 yet a bottle and glass of whiskey sat next to him on a small table to his right. A book, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne, sat to his left next to a lamp. His feet were stretched out on a foot rest as he slumped deep into the chair and thought. He sighed and ran his hand through his jet black, windswept hair. His sea green eyes blinked slowly from lack of sleep. He tugged at the hem line of his vest and rolled up the sleeves of his button up shirt. A red handkerchief sat tucked away in the breast pocket of his striped vest as a pocket watch hung from the other. He wore black dress pants and shoes, each freshly shined. He looked up at the grandfather clock that sat behind his desk just a few feet away. It read 12:00 at night. He then looked up at the big silver trident symbol that hung above the mantle of the fireplace. He sighed again and closed his eyes, deciding that it would just be easier to sleep where he was.

"You know," He was startled awake at the voice that came from his right. He looked to find a small, 8 year old girl sitting at his desk chair reading one of his many books. "you were meant for more than this."

"You might be right, but what else can a banished deity of my nature do, niece?" the captain asked the girl. She wore a simple brown dress with a lighter brown shawl around her head. Her eyes glowed with a fire and warmth not usually seen in such a young girl.

"You could return to Olympus, a new great prophecy was given by Apollo."

The captain's eyes widened momentarily but then narrowed. "You know I can't do that, Hestia, your brother would have me killed on the spot. Besides, they might finally learn their lesson this time around."

"Then I ask you as your niece, please help us Uncle Perseus! I know Zeus and Poseidon would never ask you for help even if they were told by the fates themselves but Hades asked me to come in his place." She looked at him with her most pleading look. He struggled to resist the look but won in the end.

"No! I will not help. It has nothing to do with me. Even if I did, how am I supposed to? Zeus would absolutely refuse and demand my execution. Do demigods even know who I am?" He growled at her, turning back to the fireplace and taking a swig from the whiskey on his table.

"You don't even know the prophecy! How can you say no so quickly!? Everyone knows the only way we can beat this one is if you help! You used to be or king and leader before Zeus decided to be an ass and stab you in the back, literally!" She got up and walked in front of him so he could look nowhere else but at her. "And no one knows who you are because Zeus rewrote history, and stitched you out, come back and show them who you used to be! You're the Titan of Justice for Hades sake."

He sighed and looked at her, then at the trident above the fireplace then back at her. He stayed silent for a good while, not moving, just looking his niece in the eye. They stared at each other for another short time before Hestia gave in. She growled and stomped her foot, finally acting like the 8 year old she looked like. "Fine! Stay here and rot, at least think about it." She said before she stepped into the fireplace and vanished.

Perseus stayed there in silence, the only noise coming from the tick tock of the clock behind his desk. He just sat and thought of what to do in his situation. The giant submarine that was at his control continued to move along in the darkness.

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Above the Plains of Oklahoma

High above the flat states of Oklahoma and Kansas, a mountain sized mass sat floating in the air. It was basically a smaller version of Mount Olympus above the Empire State Building in New York City except a lot more Renaissance. Instead of temples and Greek style gardens, a huge castle with towers, a drawbridge, canons and everything sat atop the mountain peak. It was like something straight out if a fairytale book. Inside the castle walls was a small bustling town of wind spirits. Some were merchants, others blacksmiths, most were farmers that used the land just outside the castle walls just before the cliffs as their farmlands.

Inside the castle throne room, sitting on the kings throne sat a blonde haired man, he had strikingly blue eyes, and a small scar just above his top lip. He wore black trousers with a blue tunic, not really the clothes of a king but what he decided to wear. He sat with his head resting on his hand with his legs spread before him. He looked bored but was actually deep in thought, staring at the doors on the other end of the room. He felt a presence approach that he was familiar with but did not want to deal with at the moment. He rested his other hand on the pommel of his sword leaning on the side of his throne, incase things got dirty.

"Perseus, you know it's not proper etiquette to enter a room unannounced." Jason, the king of the floating kingdom, said aloud to seemingly no one. But in the middle of the room, a cloud of mist gathered until they formed a solid being. The captain of the large submarine stood staring at the king with sea green eyes.

"I apologize, your majesty but you know I wouldn't be here without good reason." Perseus answered answer he did a deep bow at his waist. Jason sat there for a few seconds before he cracked up laughing. Perseus followed in suit, he stood up straight to be able to breathe properly.

Jason got off his throne and approached the man with arms wide and gave Perseus a hug. "Ah it's good to see you, brother. So! What brings you to my kingdom?" Jason said has he stood back with his hands on his brother's shoulders.

"Hestia has requested our help." Perseus said with a sigh. Jason's eyes darkened, his face lost it's smile, he let go of his cousin and sat down on his throne while saying, "What could they want now, they already cast us out! What else could they want from us?" Jason growled as he took a swig from the beer that magically appeared next to him.

"I know, I know. But you know I wouldn't be here if anyone bit Hestia asked. She says a new great prophecy was given." that caught Jason's attention. He looked at Perseus with surprise. "Really? The last one just passed a week ago, what else could it be this time? That daughter of Zeus already defeated the earth mother with that little boyfriend of hers, the Luke fellow."

Perseus shrugged, "I'm not sure, she didn't relay the prophecy to me. I'm just here to ask for help, because myself alone is not enough. I was planning on asking Nico next if you didn't agree. I was going to ask even if you did agree."

This also caught the king's attention. "The earth dweller? You know he doesn't like people." Jason said with disgust.

"Come now Jason, he's our brother too. Just because you didn't get along with him last time doesn't mean he isn't family and family sticks together." Jason looked down and sighed, he knew his brother was right.

"Underground though? That's so unnatural."

"Oh come on! I came up here with a good risk of being discovered by your replacement, you can do the same. Now let's go!" Jason sighed and got up, he sent a message to the people of his kingdom letting them know what was going on. Perseus grabbed Jason's shoulder and turned them both into mist and traveled out.

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Several Miles Beneath the Rocky Mountains

The great mountain range shuddered from its core. A great machine moved itself through the earth. A drill of divine proportions, a 10 mile long mechanical worm slowly moved south. *imagine the Avatar the Last Airbender drill, but much, much larger and more glamorous on the inside. Think nightclub/penthouse glamorous* *I really didn't want to describe it.*

A man sat alone at one of the many bars in the underground, moving city. He wore a black tux with a white undershirt with the top 2 buttons undone and no bow tie. He had matching pants and shoes. On his right hand, a silver skull ring and a black sword pendant necklace around his neck. He had his head down on the counter with his arms around his head. In his left hand sat a whiskey glass filled to the top. His bartender didn't say a word and just continued to clean glasses. He knew this man and decided not to question him.

Suddenly 2 men walked into the almost empty bar and sat at the counter. The blonde one with black tux and blue undershirt sat to the left of the first man at the bar. The one with the same attire, except for the sea green undershirt and black hair, sat to the man's right. The blonde one ordered shots while the black haired one ordered a simple water. The bartender had never seen these men before, and the fact that they were still living was a big surprise but he decided it was best not to question it now.

"You know, Nico, it's not healthy to drink like this. It could ruin your body. Just look at Jason." Perseus joked.

"Hey!" Jason shouted as he set his last shot glass on the counter.

Nico huffed and sat up and looked to his right, staring his brother straight in the eye with his almost lifeless, obsidian black eyes. Perseus continued to smile at him despite the cold glare. "I do not care, we're immortal, you shouldn't care either." Nico said as he downed the whole whiskey in his hand.

"Yeah, well, you'll have time for this later when we are done with our task." Jason said excitedly as he pat his darker brother's back. Nico turned his glare on Jason who also kept his bright smile.

"Uhg! Why are you two so bubbly!? It's giving me a headache. And what do you mean by task?"

"I believe I can answer that!" all three men spun in their chairs to see a small girl on a brown dress sitting in one of the booths at the bar. "Hestia is here too? Great! Just what I needed, more warmth and headaches." Nico grumbled as he set his head back down on the counter.

"Oh come now brother! Lighten up! You need more light anyway." Perseus said with a smile as he clapped his hands. The lights in the bar all turned on at once. Nico groaned and tried to cover his eyes as much as possible. "Damn you, Percy!"

Percy chuckled as did Jason at their brother. "So! Hestia! With what purpose do you grace us with your presence?" Jason asked his niece as he leaned back against the bar top. Hestia glared at Jason for that comment.

"I'm here to tell you three bozos the new prophecy and why I came to you three for help. Seeing as the prophecy might pertain to you specifically." Jason grew serious. Nico even sat up and looked Hestia in the eye as well. For a couple seconds nothing happened nor did anyone say anything. Jason grew impatient and slammed his hand down on the counter. "Well! Out with it!"

Hestia's eyes glowed a deep orange as she spoke in the voice of three people, "Three beings, who rule over all

Shall answer Creation's beckoning call.

To fight against the night

And break through to the light.

An army must rise

If not, all will end in demise." The glow died and she returned to normal. All three men looked at her in surprise.

"Huh, I thought that only happened to oracles." Jason slapped Percy upside the head at the stupid comment. "Not the point, barnacle head! This prophecy definitely deals with us! It can't be our replacements, they're too fractured to properly raise an army to fight Nyx. But my question is why Chaos is involved, it hasn't been seen in many a millennia."

"How do you know it's Chaos?" Nico asked his brother.

"Who or what else could "Creation's beckoning call" reference?" Jason asked back. Nico had a thoughtful look on his face but finally nodded in acceptance. "Fair point."

"So how are we supposed to do this? We three don't have enough subordinates to properly form our army and I doubt you Olympians would just overlook our sudden movement." Percy said with his hand to his chin, looking down in thought.

"I thought you would say that, so I've made plans for you to reunite with us!" Hestia said cheerfully as she clapped her hands together.

There was a long pause as the three deities looked at their niece with blank expressions until…. "WHAT?!" all three yelled in unison.

"I'm sorry, niece, but that's not going to happen! They hate us, we loathe them, there is no way we will be able to work together!" Nico growled back at Hestia, showing the most emotion anyone has seen from him in a decade. Jason and Percy voiced their agreement, "He's right, they kicked us out and stabbed us in the back! Metaphorically and very literally." Percy said as his eyes glowed with anger. "If we were to do this, they would have to play by our rules, not theirs and we all know that won't go over smoothly." Jason added.

Hestia sighed and massaged her temples. "Look, if you don't want to be destroyed by the literal personification of the night then both parties will have to cooperate. Not forever but until this all passes."

The brothers sighed at the same time as if it had been practiced. "Fine, but we aren't doing this their way. We all know it seldom works." Percy said sternly, pointing at Hestia. She smiled and nodded.

"Great! I'll call a meeting right now." She said in excitement. As she went to leave though, she was stopped by Jason as he put a hand her shoulder. She turned and found all three smiling evilly, as if they were planning something.

"Now hold on there, we can't just go showing up. We need a plan!" Hestia really didn't want to know what they were about to do when Jason said that.

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Well there we have it, a little experimental story I wanted to try. If it gets good feedback I'll continue it. As for my other stories, those are on hold until I can figure out how to proceed. Until then, cao!