The Forgotten Legacy
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'Thoughts – Mind Speech'
"Normal Speech"
Chapter 1: Legacy in Training
June 1st 1893, the Badlands, South Dakota
Sheathing his kukris, the man stood up straight, tall and proud, and turned to watch as the last of the dracanae collapsed into piles of golden dust. The man was tall, standing just over six feet in height, and as he turned once more to head off towards his camp once more, you could see a glint of amusement in his smoky grey and sea-green eyes. This man was Perseus Achilles Andreíos.
In the fading light of day, he calmly made his way to the fire pit where he had his dinner cooking, and sat down on a nearby stone after checking his food to ensure that it had not been ruined. Idly flicking his wrists and checking on his two hidden blades, Percy smiled ever so slightly as he realized that he had passed his final test after five years of extensive training.
Once the haunches of the deer were done, he calmly sliced off seven generous portions, two of which were slightly larger than the others, and let them slide off into the fire. The whole time he was doing this, he had his head bowed and was offering up prayers to the Gods and Goddesses who had raised and trained him. Once that was done, the young man turned his head to the skies as he heard his companion screech out her greetings, and waited for her to set down on her hand-carved perch that he had made for her.
Cutting off a decent sized portion for her, he tossed it to her and smiled as she dug in. 'Find anything of interest out there, Thýella?' Closing his eyes after receiving a negative response, he finally shrugged and tore into his own meal.
Hours later, once he was inside his tent, he doffed the hooded cloak and the crimson and black waist coat and his bracers which housed his eight inch hidden blades. Lying back on his sleeping roll after securing his camp for the night, Percy rapidly fell asleep, watched over by his faithful companion.
***Realm of Dreams***
It only seemed like a matter of minutes later when he opened his eyes, but almost immediately Perseus had wished to wake. It seemed that once in a great while he would have nightmares of the worst times in his life, but none seemed to come more frequently than of the first of several betrayals of his heart, and the first was by far the worst: Amelia, Daughter of Hecate.
They had been dating for over a year after having met when he was sixteen and she was fourteen, and he had received permission from his adopted parents to court her. They saw each other as frequently as possible, and had decided to hold off on anything more intimate than chaste kisses until they were certain of their feelings for each other.
The memories that he was reliving at this point in time were of his discovery of her cheating and walking in on her relations with a clear-sighted mortal. His heart shattered, Perseus left her home, and approached her the next day, wondering if she would come clean.
Amelia had protested her innocence and her 'undying devotion', and had only confessed when confronted by him about what he had walked in on the previous night. Calling her out on it in a cold, even, and unemotional tone had caused her to pale, and she had nearly fainted when he revealed to her who his parents were.
Begging him for a second chance, Perseus shook his head, and demanded an oath on the River Styx that she would neither reveal his parentage to anyone, nor ever come near him or try to communicate with him in any way shape or form. Storming out of the house, he shadow traveled to the wilderness and finally, alone, wept bitter tears of heartbreak and sorrow.
Finally done with this particular nightmare, his environment shimmered and shifted to his parent's throne room, where all his relatives and Patrons were gathered. Dropping the hood of his cloak, and approaching their thrones, Perseus dropped to his knee and bowed. "Greetings mother, father, I hope that my performance earlier today met your approval?"
After pausing where he was for a moment, he stood and raised his head, proudly standing there as their youngest son. While he stood there, both Erebos and Nyx calmly examined him, both having watched his earlier test and the way that he had managed to take a veritable army of monsters, all on his own. From Cyclops to empousae, dracanae to hellhounds, Perseus had eliminated them all with barely a scratch. The way he had utilized his every tool at his disposal had proven that Perseus was truly worthy of being called their son, and receiving full immortality as a reward.
Nyx turned to her husband and received a small smile as his assent, and she then turned to their children for their vote. Hemera smiled and nodded, while her husband simply nodded once. Tartarus smirked widely as he nodded and then snapped his fingers, having this approved of by both of Perseus' parents.
Standing behind him unseen in their Roman aspects, were the only two Olympians who the Protogenoi fully trusted, Pluto and Vesta. They tilted their heads and received a smile and a nod from Nyx, who then turned her attention to her son standing ramrod straight before them. "You have done well my son, and shall be rewarded for your perseverance and skill. Your father and I both are aware that you would not accept becoming a God at this point in time, but we feel that full immortality would be an acceptable alternative. Do you accept Perseus?"
As he stood there pondering his decision, the only sign of his shock was the slight widening of his eyes. On the one hand he wouldn't be prevented from being involved in mortal affairs, and could assist demigods in all the same ways as he could now, and all with the benefit of reforming in a few years rather than having to end his existence and never seeing his parents or family again.
On the other hand though…well it wasn't like he was all that close to anyone mortal at this point in time, demigod or otherwise, and that was the only real downside that he could really see at this point, so why not?
Refocusing his vision on his mother and father, Perseus gave them a small smile and nodded. "I accept if that is truly the reward you wish to give me mother. I must ask though, why are there two Olympians standing behind me?"
The only reaction he got from his parents was raised eyebrows, and he was unable to see the stunned looks on Pluto's and Vesta's faces. Chuckling at his observance, his mother stood from her throne and with the slow gracefulness of nightfall, approached her son and hugged him tightly. "Truly you are my son, observant to all around you. Yes it is our desire to reward you thusly, and it has been brought to our attention that both Pluto and Vesta wish to give you their blessing as we feel that it will become necessary to ensure the safety of Olympus. You will not be a tool for them to use and throw away at a whim, but a powerful ally, that is the purpose for their sudden inclusion here today."
Considering everything carefully, Perseus turned to face the two Roman deities and studied their faces for a few minutes, weighing what he was able to read of their body language against what he had just been told. "I am willing to accept their blessing on two conditions, and both are non-negotiable and are sworn to on the Styx. First and foremost, any requests or missions that are of a personal nature will require a future favor owed of equal or lesser value. Second, and most importantly, if and when I am required to present myself before the Olympian Council, I wish to be vouched for by the both of you and any of your allies. I have no desire to fall victim to the Lord of Olympus simply because of his paranoia and thinking that I aim to raze Olympus or am there to dethrone him. Are my terms acceptable to you Lord Pluto and Lady Vesta?"
Slowly turning as he spoke, Percy watched their reactions and noted that they seemed impressed for some reason or another. They looked at each other and then back to Perseus and nodded. Giving them a small smile and a nod, he then turned back to his family and saw the looks of pride and love on their faces.
His mother gently guided him to stand at a certain point in front of their thrones and motioned for the rest of the Primordial Gods and Goddesses present to gather around him in a circle. Once they were gathered around, his father spoke to him in calm, collected tones. "My son, when you wake in the morning, you will need to travel here so that we can have Pluto and Vesta bestow on you their blessing in person. Brace yourself, 'cause this is really going to hurt…"
Taking a moment to center himself with his eyes closed, the young man released a deep breath and opened his eyes before nodding to his father. There was moment of silence before he heard the chanting and then saw a bright flash of light, then blackness…
When he awoke the next morning, Perseus immediately recalled what had happened the night before due to the soreness and stiffness of his body. Groaning mentally, he immediately rolled out of bed and stretched his aching body out, before grabbing a change of clothes and heading to the nearby stream to clean up.
Twenty minutes later he was clean and dressed heading back to his campsite, where he greeted his companion and let her know that they would be leaving to visit his parents this morning. Moving into his tent, the young immortal ensured that he had on all his gear before leaving the tent and packing it up. Running his fingertips over the clasp, he focused his mind on Greek style armor, which he figured would do him a bit better considering who he was going to be running into.
Taking a last glance around to make sure he wasn't leaving anything behind, Perseus gripped his helm under his arm as he waited for his faithful eagle to land on his shoulder before travelling through the shadows to his parents' throne room.
Throne Room, Tartarus
Popping back into reality just outside the doors to the throne room, Perseus smiled as he donned his helmet and stood up straight, before proudly walking up and opening the doors. Walking towards the thrones at a brisk pace, he cut quite the figure. Standing tall and proud, he scanned the room as he bowed his head to his mother and father. Seeing his brother, sister, and uncle there as well as both Pluto and Vesta, made him pause for a moment as he bowed.
As he stood back up, he turned and bowed slightly to the two Roman deities. "My humble apologies, Lady Vesta, Lord Pluto, as I wasn't expecting the two of you to be here when I arrived, if you would allow me a moment to change…" With that said the young immortal swiped his finger over the cloak clasp as he focused on his Roman armor, and maintained a stoic attitude as he chuckled internally at their reactions, no matter how slight they were.
Rising back to a standing position, he smiled a tiny bit as he listened to them chuckle ever so slightly. Once they were done with the moment of mirth, Percy smoothed his voice once more, presenting himself as the collected, stoic son of Nyx and Erebos that he was. Pluto and Vesta bowed their heads to Perseus' parents before striding forward to stand before him.
Once they stood in front of the demigod, Vesta gently coughed to draw his attention to her before speaking. "Perseus, we, I and my brother Pluto have decided to give you our blessings to aid you as you strive for greatness, mostly because we both believe that you will play a vital role in the future. I will be blessing you with the ability to heal or harm with my fire, transport yourself and others through fire, as well as the ability to provide home-cooked meals at the snap of your fingers."
Giving her a small smile in gratitude, Perseus then turned his attention to Pluto. "My gifts are similar in nature, as I will be blessing you with the ability to summon the undead to fight for you, a limited version of my ability to summon wealth from my realm, and the opportunity to train with some of the finest warriors and legends to have walked the face of the earth; namely Achilles, Theseus, Odysseus, and many of the Hunters of Artemis that reside in Elysium."
Perseus bowed his head in thanks for the fine offer, and then cocked his head to one side. "I'm assuming that the Hunters will be difficult to work with at first?"
Chuckling at the young man's question, Pluto shook his head. "That all depends on your attitude and how you approach them, young demigod. I can honestly say that as long as you are humble and honest with them, you won't have as many issues as you would otherwise. Now then young Perseus, kneel and remove your helm."
Nodding once sharply, Percy immediately raised his hands up to his head and removed his helm from his head, while taking a knee. Bracing himself and looking up at the two Olympians with a calm look to his face, Perseus nodded to the both of them signifying that he was ready.
The two Olympians began to murmur a chant and raised their right hands to touch his forehead and began to transfer their gifts to him. It wasn't until after they lowered their hands that he felt the impact of their blessing, and it wasn't nearly as painful as the gifts had been before he received immortality.
Once the pain had passed, he stood and bowed his head to them both, with a smile filled with thanks. Looking around at his family, he swore to himself that he would give everything he had, even his life, to keep them safe from harm…
January 1st, 1905 Grand Canyon, Arizona
As the sun first appeared over the horizon, Perseus smiled as he strummed his guitar, enjoying the peaceful serenity of the view. The last few years since he had finished his training in Elysium had been interesting in the extreme, yet he had enjoyed damn near every minute of it.
Right after he had finished the training, Hemera had approached him with Vesta and had told him of her offer to become his Patron like she was. He had only had a very few questions for her, but had accepted her offer rather quickly after she had explained the missions that she would have for him in the future and that it would go more smoothly for him if he ran into any other Olympians.
Then came the missions, which for the most part were really rather simple and straight forward. Most of them consisted of going in and eliminating monsters that were too close to the underage demigods, and draw them away by giving them a stronger scent to latch onto, even if it was only temporary.
The bulk of the other missions that he was sent on were eliminating slavery and prostitution rings, with the oddball item recovery mission thrown in for good measure.
The whole while he was reflecting on his life over the past few years, Perseus was aware of someone watching him. As it turns out, it was yet another Olympian, the God of Prophecy himself: Apollo.
Flashing in behind the demigod sitting on the edge of the canyon, Apollo was intrigued by him to say the least. The Olympian knew without a doubt that this young man was indeed a demigod, as it showed in his bearing as well as the weapons that he carried. Not to mention the fact that he was almost certain that said demigod was also aware of his presence.
Casually walking up to his right side, Apollo took a seat and studied him out of the corner of his eye. The lad was clean-shaven, hair as black as night, but it was his eyes that were the mystery. They were in two separate rings, his irises that is. The inner ring was a deep blue green that flickered like flames in a fireplace, while the outer ring was a dark grey that roiled like clouds tossed before a storm with occasional flashes of gold. His clothes spoke of stealth and comfort, from the materials and colors used, as well as the weapons that he could see.
Setting his guitar down, which allowed it to shrink and disappear, Perseus smiled slightly as he nodded, acknowledging the sun god. "Greetings Lord Apollo, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?"
Smirking as he chuckled, Apollo shook his head. "I'm just awesome like that, popping in to share a bit of my awesomeness with others." Encouraged by the sly smirk on the young man's face, the Olympian turned to look off into the distance, content to enjoy the silence for once, before speaking once more with the young demigod.
"What's your name and where did you learn how to play the guitar like that?"
Smiling gently as he was reminded of when he was younger, he turned towards Apollo before replying. "I am mostly self-taught, but my mother encouraged me, even going so far as to find someone to teach me the scales and how to read music…and my name's Perseus."
Right as he learned the demigod's name, the light caught the scars on the left side of his face, which to Apollo just spoke of badassery of some sort or another. Motioning to the scars, Apollo let his more inquisitive side loose, seeing as he had some suspicions as to who his godly parent was. "So where did you get that badge of courage from, and have you been claimed?"
Shocking as the scars were, Perseus' mirthless chuckles stunned him even more. The badge was something I received when I was nine years old from a hellhound that I killed shortly after he left me this…souvenir, along with the majority of his pack. As far as being claimed, I assume that you mean to ask me if my godly parent ever showed me a sign as to who he is."
Nodding, the son of Leto couldn't help but be impressed by the way that he had gotten marked, and the level of humility and honesty in his tone were remarkable as well. Watching as the young man sighed and turned back towards the rising sun, he waited for Perseus to continue his explanation.
"To be perfectly honest with you, I do indeed know who my birth father is, and I'm fairly certain that I was the result of a drunken dalliance that he doesn't remember. I don't hold a grudge against him, as his lack of foresight allowed me to develop a caring relationship with my adoptive parents and family." Turning back to the stunned Olympian, Perseus stared right into his eyes, his piercing gaze penetrating deep into Apollo's essence.
"If you desire to know who my parents and family are, I will have to have an oath from you on the river Styx that you will not reveal this knowledge to anyone, until the time is right. Whether it is through a prophecy or mother's approval, is that acceptable to you?"
Taking a few minutes to consider it, Apollo gave his oath to Perseus, which in turn caused the young man's shoulders to dip ever so slightly in relief. The look on Apollo's face was priceless though and was a source of much amusement for Perseus. Granted, he had refrained from mentioning anything about Patrons or that he was in regular contact with any of the Olympians, but the small amount he did mention was more than worth it, especially considering the trout-slapped look the deity had.
Or at least it was until Apollo got a distant look in his eyes and what appeared to be green smoke started coming from his mouth and nose, and his voice became hoarse and sibilant…
"The Forgotten Legacy of the Sea has come to light,
Adopted Son of the Shadow and of the Night;
Upon his shoulders rests the Fate of all,
To rise and conquer or crumble and fall.
Two in number shall his helpmates be,
Tied together despite their diverse origins as one in unity.
To him they must be eternally tied,
Or else all will fall before the monstrous tide.
One a daughter of Rome that will be a fearsome fighter,
Despite the softer nature of her Mother;
The other will be a pale Grecian flower lovely nonetheless,
Hidden for unknown years amongst flowers of forgetfulness.
A Guide and Guardian he shall become,
As long as he by the instructors of Heroes is welcome;
Five score years shall he have to prepare,
To train for war in secret lest his foes become aware.
The signs of the time in which the Hero shall become known,
Will be easily seen, but not quick to be shown;
A child of the Three shall be turned to a tree,
A Maiden Goddess trapped beneath the unending sky she shall be,
And a Son of Wisdom shall finally be released from his mortality."
The son of Nyx and Erebos swore aloud as he heard the words of the prophecy and immediately glared into the distance for a moment before turning his head back to Apollo. "Keep in mind that the last five lines of that prophecy shield me from identity until the last sign has come to pass. I hold you to your word on the Styx Lord Apollo."
Frowning as he gave thought to the prophetic words he had just uttered, he sighed as he realized that Perseus was indeed correct. Nodding as he thought about it for a while, sitting there in silence with the young demigod, a thought occurred to him. "Five score years is quite some length of time for a mortal demigod, don't you think?"
Gritting his teeth in frustration, Percy bowed his head and prayed to his mother for guidance and direction, as he was unsure of how to respond to this particular query. Receiving mental guidance from her, Perseus sighed in relief, before turning back to the Olympian. "I don't think that will be a cause for concern currently and especially not when you consider just who my parents are if you think about it…"
Smacking himself in the forehead at that one, Apollo couldn't believe that he had walked right into that one. Smirking again rather quickly at him though, Apollo chuckled as he thought about a few more lines of the prophecy before winking at the young man, "Two wives though…Perseus, you dog…"
Shaking his head at that comment, Perseus sighed in frustration. Turning to look at the young god next to him, he frowned as he realized that this would be the perfect time to get introductions to Chiron and Lady Lupa. "First off Lord Apollo, I would greatly appreciate it if you would refrain from talking about my future ladies in such a manner, as I am quite certain that regardless if I appreciate the comment or not I am fairly sure that they will not. Secondly, I would ask you, if you would be so kind, that you be the one to introduce me to Chiron and Lady Lupa."
Staring at the Olympian while he worked through the request, Perseus went through a number of issues that he had been working through before Apollo had shown up, and then sighed internally after realizing that they really didn't matter in the scheme of things after being hit with the prophecy. Turning his attention back to the source of his current discomfort, he decided that if there was any god he would choose not to be like, the one before him was a definitive example.
Groaning in frustration, Apollo nodded his head slowly. "I suppose it would only be right to take care of introductions, I would suggest however that we hit up Chiron first though and you spend some time there for a few years before going to meet with Lady Lupa. The first reason being that there is a strong dislike between the two camps, and there are more permanent markings that the Romans leave which would cause you issues if you tried it in reverse order. The second reason is that you will get more hands on training with Chiron, as opposed to Lady Lupa who is more hands off, meaning that she tries to instill more self-reliance in to her campers."
Taking his time to consider what Apollo had said, Perseus soon nodded and agreed with his point of view. Standing up and facing the Olympian, Perseus realized that in Apollo's current form he was apparently taller than the god, which caused him to smirk mentally at the thought. Looking at Apollo expectantly, Percy was slightly surprised to see that Apollo was standing right in front of him with his hand glowing and extended towards his forehead.
Before he could react, the son of Leto had touched him and sent a portion of his power into his body. "I give you my blessing, Son of Nyx and Erebos. I bless you with increased ability in archery and music, as well as the ability to properly assess and treat wounds and illness."
Gritting his teeth, the demigod was stunned by the lack of pain in his body, but quickly shrugged it off mentally before giving the god a look that clearly bespoke his impatience at leaving. All he received was chuckling and a shake of the head. "I wish you to do one thing for me, in return for my blessing, and that is to ensure that one of my children makes it to Camp Half-blood. I will flash you to their location, and provide you with the necessary directions, all I ask is that you keep him safe as well as his companions. Do we have an accord?"
Nodding his head in acknowledgement, Perseus extended his arm and shook on it with Apollo. After having released his forearm, Perseus held up a finger to have Apollo hold off on flashing him anywhere for a moment. Throwing his hood back up so that only his mouth was visible and his eyes were merely shimmers of light beneath it, he quickly ran through an equipment check. As he did so, he also mentally laughed at the expression on the older man's face.
Slapped a hidden button on his left bracer and out popped his shield - Check.
Letting it slide back into place, he pulled his swords out and gave them a once over - Double check.
Releasing his grip on the two blades and allowing them to return to their ring form, he then pulled on his necklace and it released a deep crimson composite recurve bow. Looking it over and checking the string on it, he then placed it back into its necklace form – Check.
Finally he pulled out his kukris, spun them and slipped them back into their sheaths, before running a hand over his throwing knives – Check.
Turning to look at Apollo, Perseus smirked at the googley-eyed look he was getting and nodded at the deity. "Ready whenever you are sunshine…"
Shaking his head at that, Apollo chuckled and then smiled at the demigod. "First things first, there are three demigods with him, and his name is Michael. You shouldn't have to explain much to them, as their mortal parents prepped them fairly well for what they would have to go through. Good luck, and have fun. I'll make sure Chiron knows to expect you." Snapping his fingers, Apollo sent the demigod on his way and then flashed out, leaving the area like there had never been anyone there to begin with.
Long Island NY, 10 miles from Camp Half-Blood
Rapidly regaining his bearings, Perseus figured out the direction to camp and looked around to see if he couldn't figure out where the demigods were that he was supposed to find were at. Just as soon as he had thought that Apollo's aim was off, he heard a scream come from behind him, which was in the opposite direction from camp. Taking off at full out sprint, he quickly covered the distance and broke through a small stand of trees.
What he saw was not encouraging, as it looked like the two boys and two girls had been over-whelmed and over-run by a bunch of hellhounds and dracanae. Tugging on his necklace, he took aim at the remaining hellhounds and drew the string back, not even paying attention as three arrows formed. Releasing the arrows and quickly putting the bow back, he drew his swords and sprinted towards the first of the dracanae, and knocked its bow away before sinking his first strike into its throat followed by the other completing the strike and decapitating the beast.
At that point in time, he knew that he had their complete and undivided attention, considering that the last three hounds and a dracanae had all been slain at the same time. While he took a stance and waited for them to make the first move, he turned his attention to the others for a moment. "If you can, get everyone together and start heading for camp, I will be right behind you!"
Blurring into motion, he swiftly moved into range with his swords and tore through the first of the dracanae in his way. Having bisected that one, he turned to one side and leaned away from the blade coming down at him, and then batted it away before spinning to his left and slicing the beast's arm off before slicing almost all the way through its chest. Letting go of the blade in his right hand for a moment, Percy grabbed two throwing knives and threw them off to the side as he grabbed the hilt of his sword again, yanking it free from the chest of the monster.
As he ran at the last of the monsters, he watched out of the corner of his eye as the other two disappeared into a pile of golden dust from the two knives that he had thrown. Feinting to his right, he spun back to his left at the last second and scored a pair of bloody furrows across the dracanae's stomach, as it had attempted to dodge at the last second. Taking a half step back, he leapt forward as he heard the screeching cry of an eagle.
Thýella had decided that anything that was going to attack her companion was going to suffer greatly before being sent to the pit, and she dove down on the remaining dracanae to prove it. While she was diving down on the beast, Percy had changed his angle of attack, going for body shots instead of the throat. The monster was too busy fending off Perseus to notice his companion until it was too late, and it screamed in agony as the eagle attacked its face and eyes, successfully clawing out the eyes and rendering the dracanae blind.
It was as his companion struck that Perseus' blades found their mark, slicing through the back of the monsters legs, hamstringing the beast. Seconds later his blades crossed through its throat, scissoring through the neck and ending the monster. Taking a moment to look around and ensure that there weren't any other creatures around; Perseus flung the blood off his swords and headed off after the other demigods, sending a message telepathically to his flying friend.
Catching up to them wasn't all that difficult, seeing as they had wounded that they were helping along, it was getting them to stop that was harder. Once he had everyone seated, Perseus started triage, evaluating who was the worst off, and it turned out that the worst wounds they had were cuts and a few minor fractures that he healed up in no time flat. Taking a seat across from them, he started a small fire and snapped his fingers, summoning a couple of pizzas that he passed around.
Taking a look at them he could see that they were curious about who he was, and as Thýella landed on his shoulder, he removed his hood and gently stroked his companion's feathers. "So what would you like to know?"
Looking at each other, the one who I had determined was Michael seemed to be the boldest of them and went first. "Who are you, and how did you show up in time?"
Chuckling lightly, Perseus shook his head. "Kids these days, don't you know it's polite to offer your own name before asking someone else's?"
Chagrined, the young man nodded. "I'm Michael DeWitt, the other guy to my right is Stephen Cain, the gal to my left is Stephanie Mills, and the last member of our glorious group is Lola Marquez."
Nodding to each of them as they were introduced, Percy smiled as they each seemed to warm up to him slightly. "I am Perseus Andreíos, and I was sent here by your godly parent, Michael. It was just good fortune that I showed up in time to assist you."
The next one to as a question was Lola, and she blushed slightly as she coughed to get my attention. "Perseus, how were you able to heal our wounds and provide us with food?"
Smiling gently at her, he nodded to her to acknowledge that he'd heard her, while thinking for a moment of how much to reveal. "My Patron, Hestia, has given me her blessing, and it is that which gives me the power to summon a meal. That and the flames of the hearth have the ability to harm as well as heal."
As they took all this in, Stephen was the next to ask a question. "What kind of bird is that on your shoulder? Because I will admit that that's the largest bird of prey I have ever seen…"
"Thýella here is a Caucasian Eagle, and she has been with me for quite some time." Looking around at everyone there to assess their readiness to head out, Perseus nodded as he extinguished the flames and carefully stood. Looking at his companion, he nodded to her, and as she took flight he turned to the others and smiled kindly at them.
"Let's get going as we are almost there, and then we can see about getting you guys and girls settled in for the night." And with that he led the way just listening to their light-hearted conversation, a smile on his face and a much lighter heart.
An hour or so later, they were all standing on Half-Blood hill, overlooking the camp. Taking an educated guess, Perseus led the way to the center of the camp, heading for the campfire that was there. Once there he quickly noticed the young girl tending the fire, and shooting warning glances at each of his companions, knelt at her feet. "My Lady Hestia, I had not expected to run into you here."
Smiling gently at her champion, she turned to him and the others, before gently shaking her head at the sight of them kneeling before her. Sending a mental message to Chiron, she walked up to Perseus and laid her hand on his shoulder. "I have spoken to you about this before my champion, have I not?"
Smiling sheepishly up at her, Perseus nodded, "Yes My Lady, but I do it to show my gratitude and respect for you, as it should be my Patron Lady."
Shaking her head even more at his response, she motioned for them to rise and then turned towards the sound of galloping hooves that were approaching. "Chiron, these five demigods have just arrived here and are in need of a place to rest their weary bones."
Turning back to her champion, Hestia smiled once more and then flashed away. Chiron turned towards the newest additions to camp, and bowed slightly. "Welcome young demigods to Camp Half-Blood."
A/N: Chapter complete! Hehehe, it took me forever and freaking day to come up with that prophecy, but please enjoy by reading and reviewing!
