Author's Acknowledgements: How is everybody doing this evening. Sorry this chapter is being uploaded a lot later in the day. Thursday for you, is Friday for me, and its 8:40am here in Tokyo. I'm on the military base outside of Tokyo though, which helps, because I don't know any Japanese beyond hello, good morning, good afternoon, and goodbye. I'm feeling a lot better with the whole Kidney Stone thing this week. Man, that BS is no joke bro! I'm in the ending stages of passing Not the worst pain I have ever felt, but definitely the most unique. Anyway, let me stop rambling, and get to the story. Thank you to all my consistent readers, and welcome to all my new readers!

Chapter 10

Hera knew Zeus must have done it just to piss her off. There was no way he would like that name, and tell Danae to give it to their son at the same time. It was impossible. She didn't care that he had fathered yet another child There's a shocker. She expected he would father millions more, and she could care less.

What boiled her blood, was that Zeus had the Audacity to name the child Perseus. A name that she never told anyone about. It was the name she had always wanted for a child if she had a boy. And she did. It was a name held very close to her heart. One that hadn't been poisoned by Heroes or Gods. Titans or mortals. Monsters, or creatures. She knew it was a name meant for her Godly son, and her Godly son only.

But on this day, Hera felt the birth of a child take place only moments ago. The ravens that flew around the tower that held Danae prisoner, heard the name, and flew straight to the queen of the heavens, and informed her of such sayings.

Hera could not have been more furious. Something all Olympians feared. Her temper. However, she was a changed woman. Before she allowed that old, dark part of herself free, and did something rash, like sent one of her many monsters to kill the demigod, Hera flashed herself away, to a place she never believed she would be again.

At the moment, she stood amongst the rubble of the great Obsidian castle, atop Mount Orthrys. She herself, sensed when a terrible magic, and sickness, had left the mountain, and freed it of its disease. The creatures, the vegetation, the water, and the air, had all been restored. All been redeemed, and reshaped.

Which was how she saw herself. Hera had been exactly like Mount Orthrys. In the beginning, beautiful, and whole of heart. Supportive, encouraging, full, leveled. Growing, knowledgeable. Loving. Joyful…Happy. Then she had been corrupted. Turned black, and evil, vengeful, jealous, hateful. She held grudges, made enemies. Killed children, demigods, and a God/Goddess or two. Made many suffer, and feel pain. Turned others evil as well. Twisted the hearts, and minds of others. Brought her wrath down on those who didn't deserve it at all.

And then Perseus was born…

Hera, like Mount Orthrys, had been made anew. Cured of all the disease. Brought back to life, in the form that she truly was all along. Given her heart back. Stripped of the madness and the pain in her heart and mind. Gone was the sadness, the depression. The anger, and the hate. The pressure, and the endless blackness in her life. Gone was the monster that lived within her. Gone was her poisonous and hot blood. Gone was the hurricane in her mind. The manipulation in her eyes. The bloodthirst in her body.

Because of Perseus…

She had taken just the slightest glimpse into his radiant golden brown eyes, and was changed forever. She was again, in just an instant, filled with love, joy, kindness, compassion, happiness, empathy, care, beauty. She remembered crying all day and night, with joy, and she didn't put him down. Not even for a second. Of course, she had to let Poseidon and Amphitrite hold him for a little while. But that night, he had slept in her arms, not his crib. All because of her son, her baby, her boy, her Perseus, she was good again.

And now, he had done it once more. Came to a place that had death written all over it. Inside and out of it. And in his wake, he left something beautiful, and pure. Hera knew he simply had that effect on the things around him. He sure did on her.

Hera had walked the length of the mountain, from bottom to the top. Following her son's footsteps. She could remember the day she forbade him from coming within a hundred miles of this place. He always loved adventure, but this was a place she never wanted him to come to. She should have known, by the time he went to his next destination, he would leave something very different behind.

The mountain was a byproduct of the forbidden scythe being stabbed into the mountain. And Hera was currently looking down upon a lard hole in the rubble, and about a foot down, there was another, much thinner whole, that dug down deep, into the mountain. She could see the whole, where the mountain was poisoned. Again, just like herself, she could see the whole that was left in herself, before Perseus.

Hera walked until she reached the opposite ledge of the mountain, and stared odd into the distance.

She wore a pale golden robe/dress. Her long, and thick brown hair, floated to her left, as the wind continuously blew refreshing hair all around the mountain. She herself enjoyed the view, and closed her eyes. She listened to the sound of the air, and welcomed the breeze. Her robes flapped all around her too. She had a smile on her face, and bonded with the mountain, over her little boy. But all to soon, she had come to the end of his journey from his footsteps, and he had gone to the next part of his quest.

Her smile faded, and her heart was heavy once again. She had been holding her elbows, and was now looking down at the mountain ground, surrounded in grass. Small tears had begun to stream down her face, and streak slightly to the left, due to the wind. She didn't bother to wipe them away. Not until…

"He's a lot stronger than I will ever give him credit for in person."

Hera felt the godly presence behind her, took her hands, and wiped her tears, before turned and saying, "What?"

Athena was standing next to her. Hera being preoccupied by her emotions hadn't noticed her appear next to her.

"Perseus," She said tilting her head in a shrug, "There is a lot more to him than I believed at first. He's always had that fire in him. To do something like this."

Athena was gesturing at the ground. She knew what the mountain looked like only hours before.

"None of us have been able to cure this place. History tells of all the great warriors who tried and failed. Perseus just…did it. What no one has done before. It takes fire to accomplish this. That fire burns bright in him." Athena said looking to Hera.

Hera stayed looking at Athena for a minute, before she surrendered a smile, and said, "That it does."

"I learned of my new brother's name. I apologize. We all known father despises that name, yet still gives it to him. It was not wise of my father."

Hera looked back at Athena, and waisted no time in asking, "Are you here to ask if I have any plans to harm the boy or mother?"

"One can never be too careful." Athena said wasting no time either.

Hera closed her eyes and sighed, before looking ahead of her again.

"Do you believe I will harm them?" She asked, without any anger in her voice. She couldn't be angry. For thousands of years, Hera had tortured god kind. She only had Perseus for almost a decade. She could not blame anyone for being cautious around her.

Athena cocked her head to the side, and thought about the situation logically.

"I remember," Athena started, "The day Perseus asked me to teach him hand to hand. He was nine years old. The year before he began his weapon training with you. He told me he wanted to learn the exact way I learned with the Nymphs at lake Tritonis. I was ready to turn him away, only seeing the side of him that was Poseidon's second son, before he said something, that I can never forget."

Athena looked around the rubble, and spotted where her Grandfather's scythe must have been.

"And what was that?" Hera asked. She remembered Perseus's prowess and expertise when it came to hand to hand combat. She assumed he taught himself, or Galtous taught him.

"He said, 'I want to learn to fight, so I can be my mother's hero. Like she is mine.'"

Hera stayed looking at Athena's back, before the goddess of wisdom turned back to her, and said, "I had never heard of someone, wanting to learn combat, to be a hero, to their own hero. And it was in his eyes. I could see it. There was so much pride in them when he thought of being just like you. Not to mention, my sister speaks very highly of him."

Hera again was beginning to get emotional, but held her face relaxed and calm.

Athena looked back at Hera, with her knowing eyes, and wondered if she got what she had meant to say. It didn't look like it. So, she elaborated.

"To answer your question," Athena said, "No. I don't think you will harm him. You don't look the past Hera any longer."

"And why is that?" Hera responded.

Athena walked up to Hera and looked her in the eyes before saying, "Because, if a little boy, could speak so highly, and with love, of a person we all believed to be cruel and empty, how could she not be as amazing as he says."

Hera wasn't shocked. But she was definitely not expecting too hear that if all things. She could imagine little Perseus catching Athena around Olympus, maybe in the great Library. Asking her to teach him. And telling her its because he wants to save his hero. Her.

"He's already saved me." Hera said looking back over the cliff and closing her eyes again. The wind never stopped blowing fresh air.

"That he has." Athena said coming to stand next to Hera once again. "He will retur—"

But Athena cut herself off, as a massive monster signature made itself present from just behind them. She didn't summon her weapon, as it was not the logical thing to do. After all, the Queen of monsters was standing right next to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Peace. She won't harm us." Hera said walking forward, and reaching her hand up and out.

She seemed to be petting something invisible. It must have been large.

A Moment later, a huge creature became visible, and Athena identified it as a Varterrel immediately, and said, "Incredible."

Athena was slightly mesmerized. Varterrels were almost extinct and the ones that were left, never became visible. This one was one of the bigger ones as well. It was scary, and beautiful, all at the same time.

Hera had both her hands petting its long, sharp, and pointy head, and her eyes closed. She could see into its memories. She saw Perseus, fighting and dodging. Him knocking this monster off the cliff, and the boy reaching his hand up to pet it when it returned to the top.

"Percy." Hera said letting the monsters head go, as it stalked off again, going invisible.

Athena spoke up from behind the Queen of the heavens and before she flashed away, said, "He will be ok."

0-0

Perseus was definitely not ok, but that didn't stop him. Both he and Macaria reached to the shadows, and every dark corner they could think of within their vicinity, brought as much as was available to them, and in sync, pushed it in all directions around them.

Artemis led the way, running forward, and to her right. Their left.

Apollo shot an arrow from the back of the line, at the first Egyptian god attempting to follow them. That god caught the arrow, and with a face filled with rage, melted the arrow in his hand, and gave chase.

Perseus, the fastest of their group, caught up to Artemis easily, followed by Macaria, then Apollo.

"We can't get into the Pyramid with all this attention. We have to wait until we've lost them!" Perseus yelled to all of them.

Multiple spears came in a volley from in front of them. Apollo and Macaria were on the ends of their line, and dived to sides, and engaging a god each in combat. Perseus and Artemis still within range of the spears made their godly weapons disappear, and prepared their bodies. Perseus was first to jump forward, and redirect two spears under him, and into the ground, using his momentum to speed himself up. Artemis rolled onto her back, and pushed off and up with her hands, sending her into the air, and over the volley of spears coming her way. She twisted herself in the air, grabbed a spear, took very quick aim, and flung it at the god, Apollo was fighting with his hunting knives.

Apollo felt an incoming spear at his back, allowed the Egyptian god to make a lunch at him with its right arm. He flipped his left hunting knife forward, and stabbed upwards through that arm. The Egyptian god yelled in agony, as Apollo used that same arm, to pull him into the direction of the spear, that pierced and shot through his shoulder. The spear carried so much momentum, it pinned the Egyptian god into a wall.

"Thanks sis!" Apollo said, his flashing bow back into his hands.

Macaria danced around the Egyptian goddess she was facing, and never lost momentum. However, her opponent was quite good, and was not to be underestimated. Macaria deflected the Egyptian sword coming in on her left, and immediately slid under the blade that came to the other side of her. She twisted, and spun her body, sweeping the goddess's legs out from under her. Instead of continuing the fight, she knew she had to continue running. It would not do for any of them to get captured.

Perseus had landed back on the ground, with a roll, and said, "Let's go! Keep moving!"

Many commoners screamed and ran out of their way as fast as possible and into buildings. Children were picked up by their parents, and hauled off to safety.

We need to get out of the way of these mortals. Someone will be caught in the cross fire. Where is Hestros?

Perseus made a right, at an area with multiple columns, and gestured for his companions to follow. There were two separate alleys, that led into two different directions. Perseus had an idea.

"Artemis, you're with me! Macaria, take the front of that one! Apollo, watch the roofs! Meet at Khufu!" He ordered them.

Artemis fell into step behind Perseus, as Macaria took the lead in front of Apollo, who loosed three arrows to his left.

Perseus saw an Arrow fly over his shoulder, and saw it his yet another Egyptian god. The being went flying into a wall. At this point, the son of Hera was just glad that they were minor Egyptian gods. The major ones all had much bigger jobs that required constant attention. But Perseus needed to act fast. Eventually they would realize, him and his companions were Olympian born gods. And only the strongest and most powerful could really put a hurt on them.

The two groups continued down their assigned paths, and divided. Perseus was once again wielding both his godly blades. Their alley consisted of many mortals walking both directions. However, the walls on the sides of the alley were close together.

Perseus kicked off of the right wall first, and came to the left. He repeated this over and over again, as Artemis followed suit. The mortals below them let out noises of awe, before shouts of panic. More minor Egyptian gods, and come from the rear, and were in the entrance of the alley way boy in front and behind them.

Perseus and Artemis on instinct, synched their movements. Perseus turned his body sideways, and deflected the first and second spear thrown at him, before putting his weapons away, and sticking his left arm, and right leg out. He immediately suspended himself horizontally between the walls. Artemis kicked off the wall on her left, and dived over Perseus shooting two arrows to the front of the alley.

As the end of the lower half of Artemis made its way over Perseus, he grabbed her armored right calve, with his left hand, and spun with her momentum, and around and around. Artemis without missing a beat, as upside down, and facing the back of the alleyway. She shot three more arrows at the incoming Egyptian gods. One went down, but two were smart enough to dodge it.

Coming around again on their horizontal spinner, Perseus threw Artemis diagonally down, and behind them, before launching himself down as well.

Artemis took the farther Egyptian god, and Perseus took the one he landed in front of. He had flicked his wrist on the way down, and brought his swords down as he came down. The Egyptian god lifted his curved blade, and pushed him back a few feet. Perseus already knew the next move he would make. He allowed the Egyptian god to swing at him, without blocking. He just leaned, and dodged. He was waiting for the right movement. Perseus purposely left his left side open, hoping the Egyptian god would take the bait. He did.

The Egyptian god noticed the flaw on the Greek gods left side, and swiped over his head. His sword now on his right, he brought it across his body to impale him. Perseus brought both of his sword to his left, pushing the blade back down to The Egyptian gods lower right side. Perseus then took the sword in his left hand, and stabbed the Egyptian god between the ribs, and the hip while leaning back and spinning under the incoming sword. Perseus spun all the way around, Exousia still embedded in the Egyptian gods body, and slammed the back of Anaklusmos into the Egyptian gods head. He crumbled to the floor. Perseus pulled the shadows in the alleyway to himself, and aimed his hands at Artemis before engaging the next Egyptian god.

Artemis was at a slight disadvantage. The god she was fighting had reach with a spear. But she had speed with her hunting knives. She was fluid with her movements, and dead accurate. He hadn't even managed to scratch her armor. No matter her speed, she couldn't get in close enough to dispatch this nuisance. Suddenly however, she felt strong enough to lift the pyramids themselves.

The Egyptian god made a mistake. One Artemis exploited immediately. He showed fear in his eyes. He clearly believed Artemis had gained a great advantage. And so, she had. The Egyptian god mad to stab her though her chest. Artemis with perfect form, and incredible speed, spun herself, brought up her right leg, and kicked the head of the spear head on, breaking the front half of the weapon, and sending the back half back into the Egyptian gods ribs. Artemis spun once more, bringing her right leg back to the ground, and round house kicking him with her left leg. He fell to the ground.

Artemis summoned her bow, and shot the last Egyptian god Perseus was fighting. She caught up to him in the now empty alley, and hey continued on their way. Perseus returned the shadows to their proper place.

"Thanks for the arrow!"

"Thanks for the shadows!"

The two of them continued down their path, that eventually took them to the right.

Meanwhile…

Macaria, and Apollo's path led to a path of stairs. The stairs led them to a high building, that was connected to multiple others. They ran straight, and climbed a wall, till they were on roof tops. They had a decent view of the on goings below them. Mortals were still running away, and into buildings with their children. Many were riding camels, and were trotting away with as much of their possessions as possible.

"Well crap. So much for not getting noticed." Apollo said.

Macaria didn't understand jokes, or irony that well. Her brothers did though. She preferred to be taught in the underworld. Her brothers attended lessons on Olympus.

"Over there," Macaria said pointing diagonally to their right, and down, "Perseus and your sister are over there."

She pointed to a section of buildings that got higher in size and shape.

"Khufu is that one." Apollo said looking their direction. "We should prob—" but he was cut off.

The ground began to rumble, which shook the building that stood on them. Mortals seemed to be getting twice as frightened as before. Macaria and Apollo heard screams coming from random places all around the city. Certain areas they could see people avoiding, and running away from. Apollo truly wondered if it was Perseus causing the earth shaking. His father was known by some as the "Earth Shaker," and Apollo had witnessed his best friend causing Earth quakes before.

However, the answer was provided for them in the shape of monsters. Huge monsters. The two of them heard loud thumping sounds that came from their left. Three Egyptian gods flashed in just behind them, and readied their weapons. An even louder set of screams came from their right. The two of them looked to each other for a split second, and Apollo winked. He was telling her he'd take the rear.

Macaria was in front, and charged forward first. She landed cleanly, and almost seemed to float on her feet. Apollo was in the air, coming down from his jump. He landed a bit rougher, not as light on his feet as the daughter of Hades, but it would do. The minor Egyptian gods gave chase, and the two of them booked it. Roof top, to roof top, they ran and jumped. A god would flash themselves in front, or near them every few seconds. Macaria dealt with all the close spawning, and Apollo loosed arrows without taking aim, with perfect precision on all the far. This worked out well for a while. That is, until—

"SQUAAAAK!"

The two of them continued to run, as Apollo looked behind them, and said, "Whatever you do, don't look back!"

Almost immediately, Macaria chanced a glace behind her, and past Apollo.

"Really?" Apollo said sliding on his knees, bending back, and shooting two gods behind them, and straightening once more. "After I just said don't look back?"

"Threw the whole in the house!" Macaria yelled.

Apollo looked ahead of them. One of the roofs they were on, was low enough, that they could spear themselves right threw, and into the strange house. They were running in the direction of Khufu.

"Probably a good idea!"

Macaria attempted to use her powers to cover their backs. She was worlds ahead of Perseus in the use of underworld abilities. When she got the chance, she decided, she would teach him what she knew. However, her powers were difficult to grab hold of, when she couldn't focus. The running, sweating, escaping, and fighting were too distracting.

Apollo ran ahead of Macaria, and shot a minor Egyptian god that spawned in front of them. None were kill shots. The two powerful sets of beings already hated each other. They didn't want to start a war. Not had it was before at least.

Apollo saw the opening in the building, and laid down, as he slid. He held his bow close to him, and slid in threw the hole. Macaria was on his heels. The two of them seemed to slip into an area full of wooden crafts. Tables and chairs. There looked to be long sticks along the floor. It was definitely the work of a craftsman. The two of them kept running. Sometimes jumping into another set of openings. Many of which had people hiding within. However, the people, didn't see anything more than fast blurs of orange and black.

"SQUAAAAAAK!"

The two of them heard it come from outside. Apollo had run into the wall, which had cracked it considerably. He would have busted threw if he wanted to.

"No! No!" He said to Macaria who came to a much better stop than him. "Go back! There are even more monsters along the floor here."

The two of them turned to go back where they came from, but they saw the Egyptian gods coming from that direction. They needed a way to see where they were without exposing themselves to much. However, that would not be the cast. A huge sharp, and thick object, busted threw the ceiling.

"Holy crap!" Apollo yelled, falling to the ground.

One of the walls fell inwards in an explosion. Macaria caught a huge piece of the debris behind her head. She was knocked forward, and extended her arms to break her fall. Apollo was on his feet once more, and made his way over to Macaria.

"No time for kissing. The floor isn't going anywhere. Come on," He said, grabbing her shoulder and lifting her.

"Kissing the floor?" Macaria said coughing up dust, and getting on her feet. "What are you talking of?"

"You know—" He started to make some stupid joke, before the giant sharp object stabbed threw the roof once again. "Never mind! Not important!"

He had to yell over the terribly loud sounds coming from all around them. The two of them then saw eight sharp objects, stab into the tops of the building. The roof, was then, terribly yanked off, and tossed aside. The two of them looked up.

"Oh Hades…" Apollo said.

Looking down on them, was an enormous falcon. Its claws razor sharp, its beak big and threatening. Its eyes, glowing, and eager to kill. They could only imagine what the mortals were seeing, and what was making them scream. Apollo knocked an arrow, drew, and loosed it at the beast. It bounced off the spot in between its eyes like a rock to a wall. He tried four more times, before he rolled to his left, Macaria to her right. The beast had brought its terribly deadly beat down, and tried to impale them. Apollo spun, and in a kneeling position, tried to shoot the monster between the eyes. The hawk moved, much quicker than anything that size was supposed to.

Macaria could feel, this wasn't the only giant monster that was summoned.

"Uh Perseus," Apollo thought to Perseus, "Are you seeing this thing? Could really use your help dude!

"We're not doing so hot over here either!"

0-0

Perseus and Artemis were back to back. The son of Hera had his blades drawn and he was in position. The daughter of Zeus had her bow drawn, and had 6 arrows knocked. She heard the light scraping of her back-plate armor, on his. They were surrounded.

In front of Perseus, was a massive scorpion. It was the size of his Wyvern. Massive pincers, and a tail, long enough to jab, or whip. Either way, Perseus was not in the mood to find out how either felt. In front of Artemis, stood a massive spider. The same in size as the Scorpion. Its shape however was that of a much skinnier spider than bulkier. Its legs were all fine and sharp, like a Rapier. It was a very dark grown, with lines up and down its body. Not a strand of hair on it. On Perseus's left, a huge vicious dog, and on his right, an Elephant, which was greatly blocking out the sun.

"No Apollo," Perseus said in his mind, "Believe me, we need you way more than you need us."

"Anything?" Artemis asked, only moving her lips. The rest of her didn't move a centimeter.

"They are getting chased by a falcon." Perseus said.

"Just one animal?" Artemis asked.

"It flies. So, I guess its faster than what we are surrounded by."

Artemis went on to tell her brother to quit being a baby, and kill the bird.

The massive monsters were moving in ever so slowly. They didn't have much time. Minor Gods were flashing in, closer now, and watched safely from a distance. They were stumped, that is until…

"Perseus," Macaria said in his mind, "I have an idea! But we have to do it together for it to work! Send Artemis threw the shadows in 3 2—"

Perseus didn't have time to think about it, before he used the shadows the spider created hiding the sun, and sent Artemis to wherever the others were. In a split second, where Artemis once stood, Macaria stood in her place, looking like her normal self again.

Perseus could feel her at his back. Her godly scent of flowers enveloping his noise. The monsters all around them charged. The son of Hera did what instincts told him to do. He turned, grabbed Macaria, and flashed them both, high in the air, before flashing out his wings. The sky had suddenly become twice as bright, as the sun reflected off of his magnificent royal wings.

"I know your not the biggest fan of heights!" Perseus yelled over the wind, "But I had to improvise!"

He was holding Macaria around the waist, and shoulder. It was the best he could do to secure her. Somehow in the midst of the dire situation, Macaria had no clue what she was doing. She blushed ever so slightly. No body ever held her like this. Certainly not a boy close to her age.

"Macaria?" Perseus yelled over the wind.

Macaria shook off the moment, and said, "We need to be on the ground for it to work!"

"Stay with them, while I distract the falcon! I'll come back when its dealt with."

"The sphinx…" A whisper said.

"What?" Perseus asked Macaria.

"I didn't say anything!"

Perseus heard it again.

"The sphinx…"

Perseus looked in front of Khafre, and stared at the giant. This was the voice from the magic. It sounded like a child. It sounded like a very young little girl.

"Change of plans! Give me five minutes! Then we can do whatever you have planned!"

Perseus dropped Macaria off on a roof, and flew straight to the sphinx. He landed behind its head, and waited for the voice to say something else. It did not.

"Hello?" he asked out loud, then in his head.

Nothing.

"Come on! Please! Just tell me what to do! I don't have time for this!"

But something kept pulling him to it. He started hitting it, and yelling words, but nothing happened.

"Do something will you?!"

But it stayed stationary.

Perseus was breathing heavily. His aunt Demeter always told him that breathing was everything. His blood was boiling, but he began to breath, slow and calm breaths, on his hands and knees. In and out. In and out. In and…

Perseus felt a pulse from beneath him. He opened his eyes, and saw a symbol just below him. He couldn't tell what it was, but he saw an eye in the middle. The symbol also seemed to be glowing gold. It wasn't the only thing glowing. Perseus saw, something was happening beneath his armor. He lifted his arm in front of his face, and saw his reflection. And all at once, Perseus felt his magic go through the roof.

0-0

Apollo, Artemis, and Macaria stayed on the move, and kept offing Egyptian gods that would attack them. The falcon was on there tails, and gaining fast. The four monsters on the ground, were hunting Artemis. They still remembered her scent. And through her, they were constantly tracked.

"This way!" Apollo yelled, curving to his left, and running straight. But the Dog was waiting at the end of that Alley. "Not this way." He said, the pair of them turning around.

They ran back out into the open, and made their way down a terribly empty street. The ran into the first open building they saw. Staying outside to long wouldn't do. The falcon was never not above them. They would split up, but they knew Artemis was the one being hunted. They would pick them off one by one once they got through with her.

"I hope Percy knows what he's doing," Artemis said, pulling her brother out of the way, as huge tusk broke through the wall, and half the building was not gone.

"We'll see eventually," Apollo said shrugging, not to particularly worried about the situation. Perseus usually got lucky, and was able to get them out of numerous jams.

They charged out of the now open building, and ran across many places where goods were being sold. The falcon came in for a dive. Apollo drew the string on his bow, and loosed an arrow at the bird's eye. Artemis doing the same at the same time. The bird diverted off of its course, and readjusted.

Past the fruit, they came to a circle of Egyptian gods, and what had to be a higher god. The Egyptian god of monsters. The group came to a halt in their tracks, and put their backs to each other. They waited, and still had their weapons drawn.

Please hurry Percy, Artemis thought to herself.

The higher god stepped forward, a confident smug look on her face.

"Where is the other one?" She asked.

"Other what?" Apollo asked, resorting to diversion.

"Do not play stupid boy," she said impatiently.

"He's not playing." Artemis said aiming her bow at her.

"Look at you, making jokes," Apollo said, his bow aimed at the minor gods. "Didn't know you still had that in you."

Before Artemis could say she wasn't joking, the Egyptian goddess swung her axe, causing the air to force each of the Olympian born godlings onto their backs, and on the floor. The axe had a curve on the top, instead on the sides. She took on a face of fury.

"Where is the son of the sea?" She asked.

Macaria was trying to figure out how this goddess of monsters, could possibly be affecting the gravity around them like this. Each of them pinned to the ground. She tried to focus again, but again, was not able to. She needed another with the powers of the underworld. She needed Perseus.

Please hurry, they all thought to themselves.

"We don't know what you are talking about." Artemis said defiantly.

"No?" The goddess said. "Fine then. Bring him!"

"Him?" They all thought at once. They couldn't have gotten him.

They heard a loud and vicious roar coming from behind the Egyptian goddess. She kept her eyes trained on them, and made sure the minor gods never took their eyes off of them either. Her Axe stayed in her right hand, ready to strike at a moments notice.

On what appeared to be rolling circular stones, an enormous cage was brought out slowly, and inside, was an incredibly angry Hestros. The goddess was clearly using her power over the wind pressure to keep this beast pinned to the bottom of the cage. Hestros wanted to tear the goddesses face off.

"Monsters with masters," The Egyptian god said knowingly, "Have an obvious tell within their eyes. Those pupils," She said Gesturing at the monster in the cage, "are quite normal. Most free monsters have a look of savagery in their eyes. But in his eyes, I see a master. This incredible beast is connected to someone. Certainly not one of you. The green in its eyes can only mean a child of your Poseidon."

She placed her hand on the cage, and Hestros attempted to bite at her hand. But as she withdrew it, the gravity in the cage pulled him, and his open jaw down again. He would kill this goddess one day.

"Now," she said shifting her axe, and holding it in front of the cage. In front of the monster's face. "We will try this one last time. And I mean, the very last time."

She took very slow practice swings, displaying to everyone watching how she would take the swing.

"Where. Is. The. Son. Of. The. Seas?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at the godlings.

"One." She pointed the axe at the monster, mentally marking exactly where she would strike.

"Two." She drew back her arms, and held the weapon high above her head, and keeping her eyes forward.

The three of them were continuously trying to get off of the ground. But they were stuck. It just wasn't happening.

"Damn it lady! Just stop!" Apollo yelled to her.

"Three." And began to swing, just before…

"Stop!" A voice said from above them.

The axe was only half an inch from making contact with the enraged monster, and she halted the weapon, mid-air. She turned her eyes skyward, and saw a boy floating in the air. She looked straight to his eyes, and knew immediately, he was the monsters master.

"Kind of you to join us." She said, not moving the axe an inch.

"I was a little preoccupied." He said, landing behind the goddess, and in front of his companions. "You will not touch him." He said firmly, and with a voice filled with power.

She merely turned her head over her shoulder again. She would not pin him to the floor. She wanted him to go there on his own. He would submit to defeat.

"Then surrender." She said flatly.

"You have no idea what you are interrupting" Perseus said, power still glowing in his eyes.

"What I do know," she said, "Is all of your companions will suffer and die, if you don't surrender."

Perseus looked around him. There were perhaps, 20 minor gods, and four huge monsters all around him. His monster was trapped himself. He was only one Olympian born. And he couldn't figure out why his companions were stuck on the floor. It was him, against an army. He would likely fight each of them right now, if circumstances didn't have his friends lives in danger. He looked back at them.

They each held a look, that said, "Don't do it." However, if he didn't, he knew he was screwed. He turned back to Hestros, and saw the beast had fury in his eyes, and was staring menacingly at the goddess. He couldn't get him killed too. There was only one choice.

"I surrender…" Perseus said, dropping to his knees.

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"So, today seems to be your lucky day. I've decided not to kill you." Bralis said staring down at the weakened godling. Her father ordered the boys death, but she would not harm him.

"I'd rather you did," he said it a weak, and tired voice, "and be done with it. I'll be back in a century. Just let me die!"

"Do not misunderstand," Bralis said walking behind the boy, and placing her hands on his shoulders. "You are most certainly going to die. But I am not going to be the one to kill you. Your sister is."

The boy's eyes opened wide, and he began to fight, to get out of the chair again. Bralis walked behind a wall, and cam back, with a little girl. The child had long and pale blonde hair, and yellow eyes. At the moment, her eyes seemed to be glassy. Lost. She was not herself.

"Octavia," the boy in the chair said weakly. "What are you—where is mother and father?"

"He's the one," Bralis said in the little 8-year old's ear. "He's the one who killed your brother."

"Tavi! Whatever she is saying, don't listen to it!" He tried to get across to her.

"My…brother…" she said quietly, and with a voice full of sorrow.

"Yes," Bralis said, "Drove a spear directly through his heart. A spear that looked just like this one." She displayed a large, and sharp spear to the girl. She looked at it, and began tearing up.

"Tavi, I'm right here, look at me!"

"Yes," Bralis whispered, "Look at him. Look upon your brother's killer. Face him. Kill him. He took your brother away from your family."

"Shut up!" The boy said, now not caring if he lived or died. He needed to get his sister out of here. "Tavi! Snap out of it! Get out of here!"

Bralis crouched next to the little, and had her voice at just barely above a whisper.

"Dahvius would want to be avenged, wouldn't he? After all he has done for you, and your parents, he should be avenged."

How the Hades did she know his name. She said she never cared to know it.

"Tavi! Octavia! Get ougghrllghh!"

A wet gargling sound was all that was heard. Golden blood dripped from the wound in the godlings chest, dealt from the spear, embedded in his heart. A spear, Octavia, shoved into her brother's heart.

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Authors note: Thank you everyone for being patient with me. My kidney stone is in its final stages, so I am feeling a lot less pain. And time here is quite different from time back in America. Updates are still on Thursdays, but this one is being posted on a Friday. I planned on posing it earlier, but my family and I were out all day and night. But we will stick with the Thursday schedule. Other than that, thank you for all of the reviews! You guys are killing this business for real! I will answer the questions I received in the next chapter! Hello, and welcome to the madness all my new readers. All of my day 1's, I really appreciate you all sticking around, reading, and reviewing. I'm definitely gonna do acknowledgements by name, at the end of each story. Also I'm curious. I'm assuming most of the people reading this story have taken the "Who is your godly parent?" Quiz. Lemme know what you got! Mine was Zeus. Thank you! See you beautiful immortals next week!