Yo what's up it's your boy objudge125 and I'm back with another chapter of "King of All Gods."

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Zoe- 27

Calypso- 18

Piper- 11

Rhea- 10

Aphrodite- 6

Remember, the top 2 people with the most votes will be the two people that Percy is paired with. The poll has, once again, been extended. This time, to July 25th.

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Two Days Later

Percy was enjoying his time with the dwarves. He had spent the previous two days with them in the forge and he grew to like trhem. They taught him how to create weapons, shields and armor, and Percy learned very quick. By the end of the first day, Percy knew how to make a small kinfe. Yes, it came out a little lopsided and crooked but it was a knife nonetheless.

Throughout his two days with the dwarves, Percy heard Eitri pounding away in his own forge nonstop. It made it hard to sleep but Percy didn't complain. After all, Eitri was the one doing him a favor.

Finally, after two straight days of nonstop work, Eitri came out of his forge. Surprisingly, he didn't even look tired. "Your first weapon" he said, "is finished." Percy followed him into the forge and watched as, out of the fires, Eitri picked up the most awesome sword Percy had ever seen.

It had a gold hilt with a leather grip. The blade was made of one of the strongest metals in the Universe, uru. The sword was almost four feet long.

Eitri lifted the sword and handed it to Percy who almost collapsed under the weight of the heavy sword. "How am I supposed to use this?" Percy asked, 'when I can barely carry it." Etri shrugged.

"Ask Alfenhort. Now, the sword has many magical properties. It is indestructible, and it can coonduct lighning and control weather. That depends, though, on if you can conduct lightning and control weather, just like your father" Eitri said. "Now leave me, I must begin construction on your axe."

You're not even going to take a break?" Percy asked incredulously. "You haven't slept for two days!"

Eitri snorted. "That's nothing. I didn't sleep for two weeks while making Thor's hammer." Then he turned around and went back into his forge to begin making the axe.

"So, what are you going to call it" a voice asked behind him. Percy turned around to find Alfenhort standing there.

"I don't know" Percy said. Then suddenly, a name popped into his head out of no where. "Vronti. I want to call it vronti." Alfenhort looked confused.

"Vronti? What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't know I just feel like that's what I should call this sword. I don't even know what the word means it just popped into my head" Percy said. "But that's really not important. What's important is, how the hell I'm going to even be able to lift this sword off the ground to even fight with it."

"That's exactly what I was coming to you to adress. Come with me. I have yet another friend I want you to meet. No, we are not teleporting anywhere. I actually teleported the man her right now so that you don't have to go anywhere" Alfenhort said. He turned towards the exit of the cave and started walking. Percy followed behind him.

They only walked for a couple of minutes before they came to the exit of the cave. Standing there was the tallest, most ripped man that Percy had ever seen. He stood at almost 7 feet and his muscles looked like they were about to pop out of his skin. "This" Alfenhort said, "is Mortan." Percy was about to reach out a hand for Mortan to shake but he decided against it. His fingers would probably get crushed. "Mortan owes me a favor for something that happened long ago and he is repaying it now. I asked him if he could train you for me. He agreed and came straight here."

"He's not an elf... right?" Percy asked Alfenhort.

"Does he look like one?" Alfenhort asked. Percy shook his head. "Okay then. Now I'm going to leave you two here."

"Wait, we're going to be training here?" Percy asked.

"No" Alfenhort said. "You'll be training here." He pulled out a small pad with numbers on it and typed in a code. Immediately, their surroundings shimmered and they were suddenly standing in a large arena. "This is a magical arena. Of course we didn't teleport. I just changed our surroundings so that you guys have more space to train. It's magic that we elves have been developing for a while and I'm glad I can finally put it to use. Anything you need to use for your training, all you have to do is say it and it will appear. I'll leave you two for now. I'll be back later to check on your progress. Goodbye!" Alfenhort typed some more numbers on his key pad and then he disappeared.

Percy looked at Mortan. "So, where are you from?" he asked. Mortan didn't answer, just stared at him. Percy sighed. It was going to be a long day.

Two Days Later

Mortan had started training Percy. He had finally spoken, but when he did, it was never more than a couple of words.

They had started with strength. Percy was just eight but it was still important for him to be able to lift heavy objects that were important, namely his sword.

Mortan had given Percy a big rock that weighed fifty pounds and told him to lie on his back and start lifting. Percy struggled with the rock and only managed to do 4 reps. Mortan was disappointed with him and told him to try forty. He only managed to do 8 reps of those. Eventually, Mortan made him stop and just said start doing other methods to get his strength up like push ups and stuff like that. Percy was in the middle of doing a hundred push ups when Alfenhort appeared, his little pad in hand.

"Percy" he said, "your axe is finished." Percy stood up and summoned a towel. He wiped all the glistening sweat from his body and summoned a new shirt.

"This place is awesome" Percy said. Alfenhort grinned.

"I know right" he said. Alfenhort typed in a code and the arena shimmered again. Then, Percy found himself standing back in the cave for the first time in two days.

"You ready" Alfenhort asked. Percy nodded. Alfenhort led the way back to the dwarves forges. There they found Eitri standing there, holding the axe. Well, not holding, more like keeping it upright. The dwarf was clearly stuggling to keep the axe upright.

"Your axe" he said, "is ready." Percy took the axe from Eitri but almost fell over. The thing had to have weighed almost 200 pounds!

"What the..."

"Yeah I know" Eitri said. I have no idea how it got so heavy. Either I made a mistake, which I highly doubt, or that's how the axe is supposed to be, which is a lot more likely." Percy shook his head. He wouldn't be able to lift this for the next ten years!"

"Well I'm leaving it here for now" Percy said. 'There's no way I'm lugging that thing back to the arena."

"That won't be a problem" Alfenhort said. He typed in a different code and the axe disappeared. Alfenhort grinned proudly as Eitri looked at him impressed. "Come on Percy, time to go." Alfenhort transported Percy back to the arena, where Mortan was holding the axe and inspecting it curiously.

"This is yours?" he asked in a deep, gravelly voice. Percy nodded. "Good weapon. Too bad your noodle arms not able to pick it up." Percy didn't know whether to be embarrassed or shocked. Shocked because Mortan said so many words at once, or embarrased that he said he had noodle arms.

Percy just didn't respond at all and took off his shirt. He went back to doing his push ups.

Two Months Later

In a span of two months, Percy had grown, both in height and a little bit in muscle. He had grown one inch and his arms weren't as scrawny as they had been before. Percy was no able to bench press a 70 pound rock, even though he was still eight years old.

Mortan talked a bit more but he still was a man of few words.

Six Months Later

Percy was now five feet tall and could bench press a ninety pound rock. He was still a little awkward with his sword vronti and struggled when it came to using it in a fight. Mortan had found new ways to try to get him used to using vronti. He summoned light swords for Percy to use while fighting and as the days passed, the swords Maortan gave Percy got heavier and heavier without Percy even noticing.

Mortan also started to train Percy in speed and reflexes. To Percy's great surprise, Mortan was extrememly fast for such a humongous guy.

Four months later

It had officially been a year since Percy had started training and he was now nine years old.

He had shown growth in every aspect of his training. He was much stronger and faster than the average warrior nine year old. He was also much taller. He stood at 5"1 and he weighed 125 pounds. He had built a lot of muscle and now could bench press 100 pounds.

Unfortunately, Percy still was not perfect in a fight while using vronti. He didn't have trouble lifting the sword anymore, but he was slow in battle with it. Mortan was still using his strategy where he slowly gave Percy heavier and heavier swords to use in battle.

A year later

It had been another year of nonstop work for Percy. He was now ten and stood at 5"4. He weighed 142 pounds, though a lot of that weight was in muscle. Percy did nearly 200 push ups a day, which is murder for an average ten year old.

His progress with vronti was starting to show. Still he was a little slower than he should have been with the sword. He was extremely fast with a normal sword, though. When he fought with Mortan, he would be so fast that even Mortan would struggle to see him at some points.

The axe that Eitri made for him was still untouched by Percy. Sure he would pick it up from time to time to inspect it but it was still very heavy for the boy.

Two years later

Percy was twelve now and he looked like he was sixteen. The boy was 5"7 and showed no signs of slowing down. He weighed 160 pounds and you could see it in his muscles.

Handling vronti was not uch of a problem anymore. Sure, Percy got tired after a couple of minutes of fighting with vronti, but at least he was as fast fighting with vronti as he was fighting with a regular sword.

Percy could bench press over 180 pounds but still struggled with his axe, which he named astrapi. It was the same way he named vronti. The name just popped into his head, and he had no idea what it meant.

A few times, Mortan brought in a few of his friends to help him train Percy. Percy's favorite one was a man named Lans. Lans wasn't that tall, "only" 6 feet, but he was almost as built as Mortan. Lans was hilarious to Percy, and he would always make jokes with him when they were fighting. Lans was as fast as Percy, too, so when they fought it was like watching two different blurs.

Overall, Alfenhort was very pleased with the job Mortan was doing with Percy.

Two years later

Percy was at the peak of puberty and it was showing. He was six feet tall and weighed 192 pounds. He was more man than boy now.

Percy was a master of sword fighing with vronti. He could go on for hours and barely break a sweat. He could even keep up with Mortan in a fight for up to thirty minutes. He was becoming a formidable fighter.

Mortan's focus was training Percy with astrapi. Percy could wield astrapi for a couple of minutes but it would take all of his energy to hold the heavy axe up for that long. That's why Mortan forced Percy to do outrageous things to get his physical strength up. He put 500 pound rocks on Percy's back and made him do push ups. He made him bench press 500 pounds. He pushed Percy to no ends. Eventually, it payed off.

Eight Months Later

Percy was lying on his back eating a sandwich taking a break. He had been fighting monsters all day with his axe astrapi, trying to perfect his skills with the axe. All the torture that Percy went through over the last months paid off as he could wield astrapi now without much of a problem.

Suddenly, Alfenhort appeared next to Percy and startled him so bad that he dropped his sandwich. "Gods dammit I was enjoying that" Percy said.

"Just summon another one" Alfenhort said. Percy summoned the same exact sandwich and started munching on that one.

"So" Percy said, "why are you here?"

"I have someone else I need you to meet" Alfenhort responded. Percy sighed.

"Who is it this time?" he asked.

"He's a very famous and important person. You may not know him but many do" Alfenhort said. He tapped a couple numbers on his pad and suddenly, a man appeared next to him.

The man was not tall, he stood below six feet. He had long brown hair that had streaks of gray in there. He looked like he was around forty years old. "Hello. My name is Wardlfalf." Percy tried hard not to laugh and he barely succeeded. "Alfenhort asked me to come here for a week to help you recognize your power."

Percy snorted. "I never had powers and even if I did, I wouldn't need them. All I need are my weapons." Wardlfalfshook his head.

"There are times when your weapons will fail you and when that happens you will need back up. Your power will never fail you, though" Wardlfalf said.

"But if I have powers then how come I have never seen or felt them before?" Percy asked.

"Most people almost never see their powers until they're in a crazy situation and have no way to defend themselves" Warlfalf said. "My job is to help you learn your powers."

"When?" Percy asked.

"We'll start now."

And bam, there goes chapter 7 of "King of All Gods."

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