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Story Title: Percy Jackson: Too Powerful

Chapter 2

The mist flooded the view, making it difficult to figure out the location. A bright light appeared; the mist retreated from the vision, clearly displaying the throne room on Mount Olympus. Only two of the twelve thrones were occupied at this moment. On one throne sat a beautiful woman, her dark black hair tied into a braid that hung down her back. Her calculating gray eyes staring at the man that sat on the throne beside her. His gaze was off into the distance as if he was searching for something that he could never find.

"What are you looking at Poseidon?" Athena asked, breaking the old sea god away from his daydream.

"Just thinking about my son," he replied.

"Which one?" Athena questioned, but she already knew the answer.

"Percy," he replied simply.

Athena sighed. Her daughter still hadn't recovered from the boy's disappearance. Athena knew that her daughter didn't truly believe the story that the gods had given to the camps. No, those closest to the son of Poseidon knew about his loyalty, his fatal flaw. "Did Artemis tell you about what happened in Canada?" Poseidon turned and looked at the goddess, his sea green eyes streaked with gold; the veins in his eyes irritated from his sadness. Athena hated seeing him like this; he was her rival, the greatest one she ever had, and now he was reduced to a broken god. "Yes, his powers have grown, but he didn't attack her, maybe his anger subsided."

Athena frowned. "The boy was never a threat to Olympus; you do know that right?"

"Of course I know," he huffed. A little of that old irritation that she could always bring out of him surfacing. "So, how are things in Atlantis?"

Poseidon narrowed his eyes at her. "You know damn well that Amphitrite and I have divorced. She was helping Oceanus of all people." He ran his hand through his hair. "Triton is still loyal."

At the name of the Messenger of the Sea Athena frowned. Her old father figure; the god that helped teach her the ways of the gods before the death of Pallas; the death of her best friend. Athena looked down at her hands; the hands that held the weapon that killed her best friend. "How is he?"

Poseidon's glare softened; he knew what Triton meant to Athena. "He's fine. I've given him many duties to perform. He'll make a great ruler of Atlantis when the time comes." Athena didn't like the sound of that. "Are you planning on going somewhere?" Poseidon chuckled, but it wasn't sincere, it sounded forced even to the god of the seas. "I'm tired Athena, ready to give up this life, it might be time for me to fade, join the void with Selene and Helios."

Athena stood from her throne and stormed up to Poseidon before she reached back and sent a thunderous slap across his face. The force almost knocking Poseidon off his throne. He stood up quickly, summoning his trident. "How dare you," he yelled.

Athena's armor appeared on her body, her spear appearing a moment later and Aegis a moment after that. "How dare you declare that you're fading? You will only fade after a battle and if that's what you want, bring it on." Poseidon shook with anger, but it faded soon after it erupted. He was too tired to fight. He slumped back on his throne, his trident disappearing from view. "I don't want to fight you," he replied softly. "I'm just tired."

Athena's armor and weapons disappeared. She looked down at the god on his throne. He really did look tired, his hair turning grayer by the moment. "Your son is still out there. Why give up on him now?"

Poseidon looked up at his rival. "He gave up on me. He disowned me before he left. I didn't help him. I just wanted him to be a god and didn't really care what he wanted."

"Go find him. Artemis told you where he is. You aren't prohibited from going to him. Go talk to him, make him understand." Poseidon stared at the goddess. "Why do you care?" Athena sighed. "I care because the Council cannot afford you fading. I sense a great upheaval coming, one that my Father ignores, but you wouldn't if you'd get your head out of your ass long enough to see."

Poseidon chuckled. "Now that makes more sense. For a second I thought you might have missed me."

"Not in your dreams Barnacle Beard."

The mist appeared again, blocking the view of the throne room. Suddenly, darkness engulfed the view a cold darkness that froze you to the bone. "Hello, Child… you have much to learn," a voice said. Percy's vision cleared; he gasped at the sight before him.

Montreal, Quebec Province, Canada

The dark haired goddess stood before the throne of her father, Boreas. "Where are you off to my dear?"

Khione huffed. "My Mistress has asked me to hunt down a demigod."

"Why send a goddess for such a task? It is beneath you."

Khione smiled. "This demigod is Perseus Jackson."

Boreas stood from his throne. "Why is the boy in Canada?"

"It appears that he has been here for two years." Boreas's eyes widened. "Why haven't I heard of this sooner. "It appears that the boy keeps a low profile, plus the Olympians have kept a secret for once."

Boreas chuckled. "Well wonders never cease," he replied, smiling at his daughter. "So, you will go to kill him?"

"My mistress has asked for him to join her, if not, then he shall be killed."

Boreas nodded in understanding. "Take whoever you need to find the boy. I doubt his loyalty will allow him to join us. Be prepared for a fight."

A sly smile stretched across the pale face of the goddess, her blood red lips arching up into a predatory smile. "I always am Father. Perseus Jackson will either join us or die. That I promise you." Boreas smiled as he watched his daughter turn and walk out of the throne room. A cold breeze the last thing that showed that she had been there. He shivered at the coldness; his daughter's heart was as icy as her powers.

The Forest of Canada

A bright flash of light followed by the sudden appearance of the snow goddess. She wore a long white dress, her dark eyes looked around at the forest and the cabin that sat in the middle of the clearing. She walked into the clearing before she made her way to the cabin. She stopped a few feet from the door. "Perseus Jackson, I summon you."

A few moments later the door opened, revealing the man himself, his shaggy beard and long hair disguising the handsome features of the sea god's son. Khione was a little disappointed at his appearance; he looked like a hobo. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice deep and powerful, making the goddess's spine tingle.

"I am Khione, the goddess of snow. I am here to offer you a place in my Mistress's army."

"Tell Nyx that I am already in an army."

Khione stepped back. The surprised look on her face morphed into one of rage. "You joined Olympus?"

Percy chuckled. "Of course not," he replied. Khione's anger faded quickly. "What?" "I have my own army."

Khione clenched her hands into fists. "What army? I see no army."

"I am the army. I don't need you, Nyx, or the Olympians."

Khione shook with rage. She sent a blast of snow and sharpened ice crystals toward the son of Poseidon, but an unseen force shield deflected everything from the young man's body. Khione stared at him in shock. "How?" Percy only smiled at her through his beard. Khione waved her hand, twenty Hellhounds appeared around her before they sent their red-eyed glare towards the demigod.

Percy took out his pen and uncapped it, Ripted elongated into its sword form. He made a come hither motion with his left hand. The Hellhounds charged him. As they approached the water vapor in the air condensed around the demigod and the air swirled around him like a tornado. Percy's body spun around within the vortex as he moved forward slicing through all those that approached him. Only a few minutes later the wind stopped and the water dropped on the ground; golden dust covered the grassy floor of the clearing.

Khione just stared at the demigod in shock. She moved to flash out, but she couldn't, she tried again, but she couldn't even move her body. "What are you doing?"

Percy stepped toward her. "Making sure that you are out of this fight," he replied before he waved his hand, a portal of swirling water vapor, darkness, shifting light, and pulsing energy appeared behind the goddess. She looked at the portal with fear. "You cannot imprison me." Percy walked toward her. "It's not a prison, it will be your new home." He pushed his hand forward and a force blasted the goddess into the portal. She screamed as her body entered the energy field and was carried away. "Your new forever home," Percy finished as the portal closed.

Manhattan, New York City

Annabeth was tired. She had to run the last few blocks when the rain started. She leaned against the wall in the hallway. Her clothes were soaked and her shoes were waterlogged. She thanked the gods that her backpack was waterproof. She fished out her keys from her pocket before she opened the door. She closed the door behind her, taking her soaked shoes and placing them on the mat in front of the closet. She took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack behind the door, setting her backpack down by the dining room table. She walked out of the dining room towards her bedroom, but she stopped in her tracks as she looked into the living room. Standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed in front of her was her mother, the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. "Mother," she said.

Athena frowned at the state that her daughter was in. "Don't you own an umbrella?"

Annabeth frowned. "It wasn't supposed to rain today."

Athena nodded; it wasn't the time to argue with her daughter about always being prepared. "Go get out of those wet things so we can talk." "Where is Sally?" Athena frowned again. "Sally is at the store; she told me that I could wait here for you." Annabeth nodded before she turned and rushed into her room. A few minutes later she came out in jeans and her Camp Half-Blood shirt.

Athena was sitting on the couch. Annabeth sat in the chair next to it. "Why are you here Mother?"

"A mother can't visit her child?"

"Not when that mother is a goddess and her visit violates the ancient laws."

Athena smiled. "I came to see if you spoke to Thalia."

"Thalia, what does she have to do with anything?"

Athena frowned once again. Her gray eyes narrowing. Artemis must have made her swear on the Styx, she thought. Athena needed to be careful. She couldn't talk about Perseus directly with Annabeth. "I sense a great upheaval. One that will threaten war once again."

Annabeth's gray eyes darkened. "It's only been two years. Will these wars never cease?"

Athena was saddened by the defeated look in her daughter's eyes. "This will be a war like no other. The second Giant War sparked an upheaval in the pit of Tartarus." The name made Annabeth flinch. "I know you just finished your mid-terms, so I ask you to go to camp tomorrow. I believe that a prophecy will be given soon."

"Mother, the Oracle has just had her powers returned, after that whole mortal ordeal with Apollo."

"Yes, I know, my annoying brother is still reciting his haikus happily at his return to godhood."

Annabeth smirked. "I'm sure it's driving Artemis to near insanity."

Athena chuckled. "It is now, but at first I think she was just happy that he was back. She worries about him, but she'd never tell him that."

Annabeth's smile wavered, remembering where this conversation was leading. "So, a new Great Prophecy and another war?"

"I'm afraid so, I do not know who our new enemies will be, but we must be prepared. I hate to ask this, but you must let the Romans know as well."

Annabeth nodded. "I will call Reyna." Athena stood up. "I'm proud of you Annabeth. One word of advice." Athena smirked. "The sea cannot be restrained." She disappeared before Annabeth's widened eyes. Why would her Mother of all the gods repeat that phrase of her rival?

AN: Thanks to everyone for the reviews and the likes. This is a quick turnaround chapter, so thank the holiday for that.