The Eyes of Olympus

by bdog123

(First story) What would happen if a regular mortal wanted to go on an adventure with his favorite heroes and find out he has his own tricks that will either lead to saving or destroying Olympus with one of the most guarded kept secrets and even with a power only He knows? Find out in eyes of Olympus.

10. Chapter 10

Eyes of Olympus Chapter 10

Author's note: Hello again my friends. We made it to chapter 10. I must be doing something right if you've read up this far, but I'm always willing to take any comments, advice, anything really. Anyway I hope you enjoy this and all my other chapters. I still can't believe I made it this far. No reason to stop any time soon. If you guys have anything to say, then let me know. More input means better story.

(Brandon's point of view)

I walked out of my room thinking about my conversation with Aphrodite. She confirmed it's Reyna. She said she was saving her for me. That inconsiderate, ballon headed goddess is going to get a beat down of an immortal lifetime. I doubt Reyna knows or probably does if Venus talked to her. Why it happened in the shower I'll never know. Right now I have to work on the problems at hand. Actually meeting Reyna and these approval things for my sharingan. But right now is dinner time. I walked to the dining area and I see the other campers taking their seat and Jason runs over to me.

"Hey Brandon. How are you feeling? You seemed a little pale after sword practice." Jason asks.

"I'm fine. Just not really used to the power yet. But don't worry I'll get the hang of it. Eventually. Hey would you mind if I sat with you?" I ask.

"Of course. We need to talk about Reyna." Jason says seriously.

"Not tonight. I just want to put that behind me for the night. There's always tomorrow." I tell him and he nods understandingly.

We sit down as gusts of wind leave plates of mouth watering food and cups. It makes me wonder if the cloud nymphs, aurai are also vegetarians like the stayrs and how they feel bringing plates of meat. Must not be fun. I look at my plate with a smell that was almost overwhelming good. It was a steaming, definitely juicy looking sirloin with a side of broccoli, some sliced apples, and butter covered biscuits. Just looking at it made my stomach grumble and I pick it up like with everyone else as they dump a piece of their food into the large brazier with a fire burning so high it'd give a fireman a heart attack. When it was my turn I reluctantly dump my biscuits and I say under my breath. "Poseidon. I need your approval" into it as I watch sacrifice turn to smoke and I sit back at the table with Jason. Chiron kicks off dinner by raising a toast to the gods and we all follow his lead then he announced capture the flag next Friday and we have a week to prepare much to the happy shouting of the camp then we began eating. After dinner we head to amphitheater and the sing along began and I immediately make my escape. I walk around the camp still awestruck how beautiful this is. A little crowded with the statues of many gods and goddesses, but still more incredible then I could've imagined. I keep walking and I walk to the camp store where I see the Stoll twins crouched at the door with both of them whisper yelling to each other and I walk up behind them.

"Hey guys. Breaking in?" I ask.

The twins jump up and I see Connor slip a couple pieces of small metal sticks in his pocket. Both a little shocked they got caught.

"Hey Brandon! Beautiful night isn't it? The stars are looking quite nice." Travis says nervously trying to change the subject.

"It's quite nice indeed. Now answer my question. Were you guys trying to break into the camp store?"

"What?! I'm shocked you we would even ask us that. Just because we're children of Hermes and happen to be near the camp store doesn't mean we-" Connor says like he has the moral high ground but I interrupt him.

"You guys teach me how to use that lock pick and breaking in and I promise not to tell." I tell him and we go silent and they both smile that screamed mischief.

"Fine. We'll teach you. You learn and we were never here." Connor says pulling out the metal sticks from his pants.

We all crouched near the door handle and he slides one of them inside of the bottom of the lock and he puts the other one in the top of the lock.

"Okay quick lesson. This bottom one is called a tension wench and the one at the top is the pick. It's pretty simple. There are little things in the door handle called pins and you have to align them the right way to get through the door. You need to apply a little pressure with the tension wench. Then you use your pick to align the pins and we've broken in here tons of times so we know the pin position by heart." Connor says and he moves the pin up and down and back and forth in the lock till I hear a click and he pulls the tension wench and pick out and the door opens.

They both get in and open a couple boxes on the ground filled with camp shirts and they both take a few. I guess the shirts are expensive if they're willing to steal them. They then leave with the shirts and the door closes behind them and clicks again like it was locked again. Travis then pulls out a little leather flap like a wallet and hands it to me.

"This is my lock pick set. I'd never ever leave home without it. I'm giving it to you so you can practice getting into places on your own. Consider this your birthday gift." He says and I take it from him and open it and it has a tension wench and three picks.

"Thanks Travis. I won't rat you guys out. A deal's a deal. Have a goodnight guys." I say excited to get started and I slide the wallet into my pants and we go our separate ways.

I walk back to my room and I look for something to lock pick open. I should try my door, but there isn't a lock so I can't. I'll just have to find a random locked door and try. I walk out of my room and down to the basement door and it was locked. Perfect. I pull out my

lock pick set and pull out a pick and the tension wench. I do exactly as Connor told me and I move the pick around the lock trying to feel for the pins while applying slight pressure with with tension wench.

"This is a lot harder than I'd thought it would be. I can't even feel the pins." I say to myself.

I keep moving the pick till I feel a little spring that has to be the bin. I carefully move the pin up trying to get the alignment right and the first pin stays in place. First pin done. I move on to the second, then third, then fourth and I hear a click. I pull my tools out and put them back and I open the door there was nothing in it, but I felt so happy knowing I successfully used a lock pick. I then hear the door to the big house open and I immediately close the basement door and speed walk back to my room and just as I was about to start climbing the stairs back to the second floor I hear Chiron's voice.

"It seems you really don't like sing-alongs or even s'mores. I'm surprised." I hear Chiron say to me and I turn around.

"Like I said. If I ever sung at a sing-along, I'd ruin them for forever and a half." I say casually and he gives me a look with no real expression.

"What I like most about them is the bonding it does. Even when we all come from different walks of life and have to face ferocious monsters and challenges we can all relax by a fire and enjoy ourselves. We all come together. I think that would be important for someone whom just arrive here." Chiron says like he's trying to guilt trip me.

"I'm not going to get out of missing the next one aren't I?" I ask.

"I'll leave that up to you, because it's your choice. I just want to make sure you don't feel like you're on your own. A lot of people are going to be watching you very closely. Especially with this war coming up and your power. It's important to know you don't have the carry this weight alone." Chiron says like he's been saying it for a long time.

I sigh and smile. "Thank you Chiron. As much as I appreciate the speech I like to learn and train so that way I don't have to ask for help. Other people have better things to do then worry about me. I'll ask for help when I need it, but right now I don't. I just need to get stronger, become more powerful. That way I can protect the people here with everything I've got. This power is my weight to carry. No one else's." I say and Chiron looks like he was defeated, and I leave him there as I shout "Goodnight from the second floor and I walk into my room and see a clock on my nightstand that wasn't there before and a note. I pick up the note and it says "happy birthday and under that a big C" I smile then immediately worried because one or both of the Stoll twins were in my room and I check everything to make sure it wasn't stolen. All my clothes were there and even my backpack remained untouched with the mortal money still there. I keep looking around and I notice my bow wasn't here. It was stolen. I guess it was payment for the set and clock. I still have my swords, gauntlets, and belt, but no bow. Gods dammit. I really liked that bow. It's not everyday you find a silver wood bow that shot an infinite supply of arrows made of energy. I sigh and get ready for bed and just as I was about to make myself comfortable, I hear a knocking at my door.

"Connor if that's you, I want my bow back." I open the door and I find an angry little girl easily 13 wearing winter camp with my bow slung over her shoulder.

"We have to talk." She says walking past me and into my room and looks around and I close the door.

"Sure. Come right in." I mutter under my breath and I realize I'm only wearing boxers so I throw on a used pair of pants.

"How did you get this bow and don't lie to me. I'll know if you're lying and I hate you already. She says getting angrier by the second and I sit on my bed.

"I found it in the camp armory and claimed it as my own and I'm guessing you're the thief that stole it from me." Just as I say that a silver throwing knife barely missed my head and the blade sinks into the wall.

"You stole this bow from me! I don't know how, but you did! I took back what was rightfully mine! Watch who're you calling a thief, mortal!" She shouts at me and just like the idiot that I am I realize who she is.

"Lady Artemis!" I shout and I bow before her. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I promise on the River Styx I didn't steal that bow for you." I hear a crack of thunder outside, but nothing happens and she looks at me a little less harshly.

"You may of not stole it from me, but I'm taking it back." she snaps her fingers and a bright lights comes from the top of my desk and what's left there are a couple of silver pistols.

"You never got them from me. Don't ever pray to me. Don't even thank me. This is just because you found my first bow and I think you deserve some sort of compensation. Stay away from me and my hunters or I will kill you where your stand." She says and walks out of my room.

I stare at them and they look beautiful. They looked completely made of silver and every inch of it was engraved. It was beautiful with tiny pictures of deers, rabbits, and mice on one of them and engraved wolves, eagles, and bears on another as I pick them up I feel a sense of wonder of what they can do. These were a couple of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. On the pistol with the deer and rabbit had the word Prey engraved on the barrel and the word Predator engraved on the other one. I leave them there and I go to bed ready for something crazy to happen again, but I fall asleep quickly.

The next day I brought them to Jake, the head of the Hephaestus cabin and when I got to the Forges he was ecstatic to see them.

"This... Is amazing! The engraving is the most beautiful I've ever seen. I've never seen something this beautiful before. Predator and Prey? Great names. They seem to be twin M1911's. Great pistols. Even better stopping power since they use .45 caliber rounds. They're known for having low recoil and some of the most popular types of pistols around." He says inspecting the guns.

He takes Predator and takes out its magazine and pops out twelve bullets and each one of them are made of silver.

"Silver bullets. Very pricey, but great on werewolves. Twelve round magazines. Weird. They usually have 7 to 8 rounds, unless this is an extended clip. Someone must have paid a fortune for these. How on Earth do you even get these?" He asks.

"They were a gift. I found them one night with a note that said "for Olympus" and nothing else." I tell him but he wasn't really paying attention to me and focusing on the pistol.

"If a god gave you these then you owe him a favor. A couple big ones. Another thing that's weird is that this isn't celestial bronze ammunition. The pistols and ammo are all silver. They were made for hunting werewolves with style. I know celestial bronze ammunition can be reloaded like quickly like when Jason and Hazel fought Sciron. They said his flintlocks reloaded by themselves. I guess if a random god gave you these then maybe it would work the same, but I'm not sure. We won't know till we test them." Jake says excitedly and takes them in a back room and I follow.

"You guys have a shooting range? Well color me impress. You guys have everything." I say.

When we walked in we saw massive open area that was about the size of an auditorium with 20 open booths connected, from one side of the wall to another at the front of the room, and in the back are multiple paper targets in human shapes. Typical target paper with circles in the human shape that get smaller are certain areas like the head and were I guess the heart would be. We walk to the first booth on the far left side of the wall and there were a couple noise cancelling headphones and yellow goggles. Standard safety gear when test firing guns. I pick up Predator and hold with both hands and look down its silver sights.

"Hey Jake."

"Yeah?"

"What are the odds of this blowing up in my face? Literally and figuratively." I ask putting it down and putting on the goggles.

Jake puts on his goggles and thinks about it. "I think a good 50/50. We never tried them before and they came from an unknown patron, but I did inspect them thoroughly so I didn't see any sorts of bombs. Can't you just think that maybe this will turn out well?"

"You're a demigod. You already know the answer to that question." I respond and we both put on the headphones and I line up my shot and fire and immediately feel a lot of kickback like I got shoved back and lost my footing and I stare at the wall with a hole showing up right in the center of the circle where it's heart should be. Swift and accurate.

I fire again and there was less kickback like a little push that felt natural and it landed a few centimeters from the other hole, but still in the circle. I keep firing and each bullet either lands in the head and chest until there was nothing but a click and the barrel is pulled back and I give it a little nudge and the barrel slides back into place and I can feel the gun get heavier as new ammo teleports in the clip. I push the clip release and there was just as much ammo in it as when I first got them. Guess infinite ammo is just a rule about godly guns. Thank you Artemis.

"It seems they reload automatically and you seem a natural with them." Jake says as he pushes a button and the paper target flies toward us with six holes in the head and six in the circle around its heart.

"I can see why it's called Predator. This things a beast that is very accurate, and each shot was an instant kill. Now let's try Prey." I say and I put down Predator and pick up Prey then the holes in the first target paper disappear and it flys back to the back wall. 12 shots later and I got the exact same results. Six in the head and six in the heart and that's when I got suspicious.

"You really are a natural. Either that or it's too easy." Jason says and I feel a pat on my back.

"No. That can't be it. Because I tried to miss half of them, but it wouldn't let me." I say a little scared and I aim for the wall next to the target paper and I pay close attention to the gun. I slow my breathing and concentrate. I never tried to slow time intentionally but now is a good as time as ever to figure it out. The second after I pull the trigger, I watch the barrel fly back in slow motion and I watch the silver bullet slowly fly from the gun and it changes from moving at the wall to the target paper and it lands right in its head.

"Jake. Is silver magnetic?" I ask.

"No. Only a few elements are magnetic. In fact magnets are used to know if it's fake silver. Why?"

"I'm thinking either these are some super auto-aim, never miss bullets, or there's some sort of super magic magnet behind that wall and I'm thinking it's the latter."

"Well both sound stupid, but last time I checked we weren't working on magnets despite how fun they are."

"Magnets are fun, but in that case these guns are a real treasure. Never missing bullets. That's an edge I hate to be on the bad side of."

"You can say that again. Thanks for showing them to me."

"No problem. Hey while I'm here I need a couple favors."

"Like what?"

"I was hoping you can make me a couple leather holsters for Predator and Prey and if they can be attached to the back of my belt." I say turning around and showing him the small little hoops on the back of my belt. I take my belt off and hand it to him and we go back into the main room and he puts the belt on a work bench.

"I'm not going to ask where you got this, but if I had to guess if the big two hoops on the sides were made for holding sheaths for long sword like yours then maybe these were made for storing short swords or daggers. I know I didn't make this or even those crazy multi metal sword of yours, but I'm going to group them into random god patron. Anyway I can easily replace these with a couple leather holsters. Two swords on the sides and two guns in the back. What's the other favor?"

"It's more of a weapon idea that I want you to poke around with. Hear me out. Okay imagine when you're in battle and your sword has been knocked out of your hand and there's a wolf trying to rip your throat out with its teeth."

"Okay? Now what?"

"Now imagine if you had a couple vambraces. You know that type of armor for your wrist and arm. Okay imagine with a swift wrist motion a blade shoots out of the bottom of the vambrace and slices into the wolf's neck.

He sighs and looks at me with a look that looked a little annoyed. "You want me to make you the hidden blades from the Assassins Creed games."

I looked at him shocked and I nod. "Yeah. If you know what they are then you know how useful they can be. Seriously though. It's extra armor around the wrist and a hidden blade to slice throats and save lives. Plus that would be so cool!" I say pleading him.

"The reason I never made those, is because of how specific they have to be. For instance, you're body is still growing and if I made some for you now and your arms get bigger it's not going to fit anymore. However I do see why you want them. I'll tell you what. Capture the flag is next Friday and I got nothing better to do, so I'll make them for you if you side with the Hephaestus cabin. Deal?" He asks and hold out his hand and I gladly shake it.

"Deal. Mother of Zeus I'm so excited! Thank you so much! I'll help you however I can to make them. I owe you big time." I shout excited as ever.

"Now I need to make some arm measurements and need you to come back in about a hour. We're going to need to make some prototypes."

"I can't wait! As long as I don't lose my ring finger. Also can you make the blades out of silver. Nothing against celestial bronze, but there's a reason why I used a wolf for my example. I'm going to need that."

"Fine. First silver swords, then silver guns, and now silver blades. Now hold still." Jake says and he takes a tape measurer and measures my arm in length and wrapped it around my arm and after every measurement he writes them down.

"Okay that's all I need for now. Come back in a hour or something and I'll get to work." He says and walks to a tool box.

"Thank you Jake! I promise to fight for Hephaestus cabin and we will win!" I shout and I walk out of the forges leaving my weapons with him and with a little pep in my step and humming to no particular song.

I walk around the camp with no real destination and just take in the sights. These place really is looking a little bit prettier. The sun feels a little warmer like I'm in my bed and get all cozy. I decided to walk to the beach and just stare out at the Long Island Sound. Just to enjoy it and make me think of home.

"This looks as beautiful as ever. Nothing can ruin my day." I say to myself and think about what it's like to have hidden blades. My first thought would be I can stab all the things.

I keep staring out at sea and imagine my self climbing trees just so I can jump off them with my hidden blades on unsuspecting monsters and kill them instantly. I keep daydreaming till I feel someone shake my shoulder and pull my from my trance to see Jake holding a couple vambraces and he takes my arm and slide them on as they cover my wrist and most of my arm. I'm immediately entranced by them as at the top of them I see a big plate of celestial bronze covers the top and with what looks like screws in the armor to keep the plate there and everything else looked like leather, but they feel soft on my arm.

"These things are huge! They're at least one and half as thick as my arm and cover just about it!" I say and he moves my arm around and looking at it from different angles.

"How did they feel? It's armor so I needed to actually protect your arms and wrists. I made the surrounding entrance to where your arm slide through out of cloth so it's soft and not rough on your arm and I filled the bottom of it, surrounding the cloth with a soft molding fluid they use in those special socks to relive pain. This way they can be molded to your arms specifically and not just fly off. These have to be as natural as having just a watch on your wrist. Now how do they feel? I need specifics. Are they heavy? Do they feel to tight or to loose? Can you move your arm around naturally? Is it a rough feeling having your arm in it or when I slid them on?" Jake shoots off every word and I try to follow.

"It feels good. Almost natural, but they are kinda heavy and bulky, but I bet it's because of the bronze plating and leather you made this out of. They feel like like they were molded onto my arm, like it's an extension of myself. When you put them on they feel as soft and natural as putting on a shirt." I tell him and I shrug his arms off and I adjust them a little so it's parallel to my arm. I feel it adjust and try to cling to my arm and it feels almost cool on my arm. I turn my arms over and look at the bottom of them and I see a couple of attached gadgets that we're screwed in and a silver ring attached to it and as I pull the ring I see it's attached to a celestial bronze wiring and the more I pull I see a silver blade rise from the gadget. I let go of the ring and the string gets sucked back up into the gadget with the ring on the outside.

"Glad you figured out how the blade works. It's a simple draw string design. You just slide your middle or ring finger into the ring and when you move your hand back and thus the ring back the blade will slide out. Now I want you to slip on the rings for both of your hands. I need to see if the blade is long enough. The full blade is 11 inches. The under barrel blade as I like to call it should start a little behind the bottom of your wrist so when deployed it can protect the bottom of your wrist and have enough blade to kill whatever you wanted. " Jason says and he pulls out a note pad and pencil.

"Roger roger." I respond with and I level my arms so the plating is faced up and I move my wrist so my middle fingers slide into the rings and I move them forward and watch as the ring fits comfortably on my finger and as I move my wrist backwards I see the tip of the silver blade moves out in front from the bottom of my hand. My hand was a good 90 degrees with the top of the celestial bronze plate and the full the blade was extended like I was going to catch a ball with one hand after I stab it. The blade was a good four inches moving past the bottom of my hand.

"Interesting. The blade is a little shorter then I hoped, but I'm not that surprised. With just four inches of death it's enough to slice open some throats and stab someone in the heart if you aim it right. You can use the plating on the top to protect yourself from someone trying to cut off your hand and with a hidden blade as the under barrel will definitely make someone have a bad day." He says smiling and taking notes.

I move my wrists up and down moving the wiring and I watch the blade extend and retracted. The wiring on the blades shouldn't break because without that or the ring the blade is a good for nothing. I extend my wrists as much as possible and I slip my fingers out of the rings and they sling back to the entrance of the blade ready to be used and I move my wrists in circular motions.

"It feels like the heaviest, deadliest watches I've ever had. Thank you Jake."

"I'm just glad they work. You look pretty awesome with them. By the way I finished working on your belt and the new holsters. They're at the Forge when you want to get them. Considering you've been gone for hours you should really get them before dinner. I figured you were doing training and that's why you didn't show, but why were you just sitting here?"

"Because it reminds me of home. I remember a couple weeks back. I would just sit on the beach close to my house and just stare out at the ocean. It was like my own little sanctuary. It's where I go to think and reflect on me and the world. Sometimes I don't even think. I just stare, because of how beautiful the ocean is." I respond and stare out at the horizon.

"That's...pretty deep. But I don't get you. Remember when you first showed up. You tripped and got struck by lightning so I thought you were bad luck. Then we were at the war council and you ran away and I felt bad for you. I heard you got pretty strong, pretty fast because of Jason and when you talked to me you seemed so confident. Like your whole personality changed in just a few days. That's what I don't get. I'm a Hephaestus kid so I'm already not good with people, but I can't get any sort of read on you."

"Well. If you're expecting a answer I can't give you one. I just go with how the day is. I have no idea if tomorrow would be good or bad. I was scared at first to meet you guys. It sure was a lot to take in, but this is my life now. A weapon. A pawn of the gods. I guess I've just accepted it and want to make the best of it."

"When you put it like that-"

"It doesn't mater how I put it! In the end you can put a new coat of paint or different words, but the reality is the same. I'm just a mortal in a world of gods and demigods. But you know. There is one thing I hold dear to my heart. A sort of special rule about the world. Now that I've been dragged into an upcoming war. This rule makes more and more sense. That rule is my life means nothing. I am nothing. My existence means nothing. My life is worthless and I will use this life to live it as best as I possibly can and help others and the world along the way."

"...That's pretty dark."

"This is a dark world. Now weapons." I tell him and start walking to the forges.

When I got there I go to Jake's work table which was covered in oil, grease, and ash and I look around and see my belt hanging in a rack and I put it on. I see my swords and take them and slide them into their sheathes. I pick Predator and Prey off the work table and I put them in the holsters on the back of my belt. I try pulling them out and putting them back in a few times so the feeling becomes natural and I head to dinner where I sat with Jason again and we talked about how our days went. I told him about my new weapons and Jason asks about a million questions about them. I told him how Jake from the Hephaestus cabin made me the weapons because I didn't want Jason to worry about my getting gifts from random gods and he certainly won't know I got Predator and Prey from Artemis. After dinner I decided to turn in early and after a quick shower, I head to bed.

Author's note: I'm so sorry this took a really long time to make. I'm still working on setting up the whole Brandon meets Reyna thing and I refuse to give you anything less than my best. I love you all for your patients, and hope you enjoyed this like any other chapter. I promise next chapter will be even better and I hope this extra long chapter keeps you occupied till then. I hope you have a great day and remember to stay beautiful.