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This is just a fanfiction. If you haven´t at least read Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus, you probably won´t understand half of the story.

The story will be written focusing on different characters every so often (Heroes of Olympus style).

English is not my native language and I would like if you pointed out any mistakes in the reviews.

This is my second story. I'm still publishing the other. Not to worry, though, as I will continue to update both of them.

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Chapter Eleven – The War Officially Begins

PERCY

Time seemed to move at light speed after that night. The remaining month was coming to a close. Everyone did what they could. Thanks to the blood, sweat and tears of Hephaestus and his children, both Roman and Greek, they managed to add a thousand more troops to the four thousand the Gods had expected to have by their side.

But it still wasn't enough. Perhaps it would never be enough, no matter their numbers Perhaps, the Universe was doomed to be razed from the very beginning of Time itself.

It was down this line that Percy's thoughts were racing, but he refused to allow such melancholic and, quite frankly, dangerous thoughts settle and nest themselves in his psyche.

Right now, the Son of Chaos was heading to the Throne Room of the original Olympus for a meeting with the Gods and all of their allies. Along the way he met up with Annabeth, his (as of almost a month ago) fiancée. A number of Cabin Counselors and Centurions and both Praetors joined them a bit further ahead. Chiron and Lupa were already waiting in the Throne Room.

The meeting went without a hitch. They talked about the training, their supplies, possible strategies to better engage and overpower the enemies and all of the various others war-related events that were occurring around the world.

At the end of the meeting, Zeus spoke up:
-Does anyone have anything else to add?
Percy rose.
-I do, my Lords and Ladies. I hate to be the one to point it out, but we need a contingency plan.
-What do you mean by that, Perseus? – inquired Hades.
-I mean that, should the worst-case scenario actually become truth, we need a way to at least allow our kind to survive.
-What do you propose? – asked Athena, aware that this was unfortunate but necessary.
-All children bellow twelve years of age should be forbidden to fight. Instead, when the fighting begins, they will isolate themselves in the Throne Room, which will be outfitted with the best, strongest barrier we can possible conjure. As a last case resort to be used only when all else fails, a secret exit leading to the foot of this mountain or perhaps even more far.

Everyone was quiet for a few moments to process the plan he had just proposed. Percy waited with his breath held. Finally, someone spoke up:
-Going forth with tis plan means to lose two hundred to three hundred and fifty soldiers. – said Mars – However, it is the best and only way I can see to ensure that even if we are to fall, not all of our children are annihilated. I agree with this plan.

After Mars, Bellona spoke up:
-It's a good idea. But, what do we do if someone, by a slim bit of luck, gets past our barrier?
-A last line of defense. – answered Percy – Someone will have to stay with the children in order to protect them. One of us.
-Who do you suggest for this role, son? – inquired Chaos.

Percy looked directly at Hestia, who closed her eyes and released a heavy breath. She already knew what was coming.
-It's with a heavy heart that I ask this of you, Milady; but I must, for the greater good.
-It has been eons since I last raised a blade to an enemy of Olympus. What you ask of me is… hard, to say the least.
-You are the Last Olympian, Lady Hestia, and the first. There's no doubt you are very powerful. But it is your pure heart and ideology that make you ideal for this. You know what you must do and when to do it.
Hestia sighed.
-There's truth in your words, Perseus, as always. Very well. Should the time come, I will forsake my vow for the sake of Olympus… No, for the sake of my Family.

Percy smiled at that.
-Thank you, Lady Hestia.

-I have something I must share. – began Chaos – It relates to more possible help during the fight.
-Please, Lady Chaos, continue. – urged Zeus.

As the meeting continued, Annabeth, who was standing slightly in the shadows, felt a presence approach her. She turned to see Artemis approaching her, to whom she bowed.
-My Lady.
-Will you tell him? – inquired the Goddess of Childbirth.
Annabeth smiled and put her hands over her belly, knowing what she was talking about.
-I can't. – she answered – As much as I hate to admit it, Percy is the key to this war. We can't possibly have him distracted. And me telling him would distract him.
-I see. A wise choice, but I'm unsure if it's the right one.
-My mother said the same.
-Athena knows?
-She does. And she approves.
-That's… surprising. Best of luck, Annabeth Chase. To all three of you.

Having said that, the Goddess vanished.

The rest of the month after the meeting was spent building the secret passage, which they were only able to finish with the help of all three of the Elder Cyclops and all three of the Hundred Handed Ones.

In the meantime, Percy trained harder than ever. This was it. He hadn't been bluffing when he rallied the demigods. This was the War to end all Wars. One way or another, they would have piece after this. Either on Earth, to enjoy the rest of their lives, or in Elysium, where they could finally rest in peace.

Before they knew it, it was the day of the Solstice. In the early morning, the army of demigods, undead, automatons, cyclops and others marched to the bottom of Olympus. At the same time, the ships in the sky began to descend. They were massive and apprehension settled itself in the minds of almost everyone.

When they got close enough, one of the ships fired a cannon ball that was reflected by a barrier erected by one of the Gods. Apollo retaliated with an arrow of light that busted one of the ship's engines but wasn't enough to bring them down.

This was it. The War had officially began.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So… yeah… Life happened… Exams… other stuff… Blah, blah, blah…

Sorry if this chapter is a bit on the short side, but I had to ease back into the story.

I had a serious writer's block for this one. And the lack of reviews seriously discouraged me. I mean, if you don't get feedback, you start doubting yourself and that tends to put a dampener on your willingness and mood to write more.

On other news, I finally saw Avengers: Infinity War… I'm not crying… You are! Shut Up!

For real though, I loved that movie.

I am proud to announce there are only four more chapters left to the end of this story. I WILL finish it before the end of the month. Cause I go to University after that, so updating will be difficult.

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