Ch. 21 | A Super Lame Filler Chapter

Percy was fighting for his life. Well…technically speaking he wasn't, but he sure felt like he was whenever he sparred with Nyx. The goddess was relentless with her attacks and felt no need to hold back against the Roman god.

He did not know how much time had passed since his "death," but judging by how many times the primordial had beaten him up (now in the hundreds), he guessed that it had been awhile. Thankfully Hemera was a magician in healing and she always restored his health before he was assaulted by Nyx once again.

Perseus' thoughts then traveled to his sister and Zoë like they always did. He knew that both of them must have been having a hard time, and he couldn't wait until he could see them again. Unfortunately the god understood that the waiting was necessary, unless he wanted the world to be shrouded in eternal darkness or day. For some reason both of those alternatives did not sound good to him.

Nyx sent a hard kick to Percy's chest, making a foot-sized dent in his armor, "Focus, Perseus!" Percy was so caught up in his internal musings that he did not even register the pain of the kick until he was on his butt being towered over by an angry primordial.

The look in the god's eyes made Nyx soften slightly. Offering her hand to him, she said kindly, "You must focus on your training, Percy. I know that it is difficult, but it is for the best."

Percy grabbed the goddess's outstretched hand, and with the strength that no one her size should possess, she easily helped him up and made sure that her kick had not caused too much damage to the already battered god of heroes.

"We are done for today; go ahead and rest up. You'll need it."

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The primordial throne room held every super powerful deity today. All of them were present at this meeting, as they knew that the fate of the Earth would be decided here.

The space was beautiful; all of Chaos could be seen. The design made it impossible to tell where the room began; instead it almost appeared as if you were in the middle of it all. This was a spectacular sight to the god of heroes that he would never tire of seeing it. Marveling in the fact that he could see all of the Milky Way, Percy remembered that only the primordial beings had ever seen it like this before. It really was a sight to behold. But that wasn't why he was in the throne room that day.

"Perseus, we believe that you are ready," a super-sized Nyx announced from her equally gigantic throne. "You have proven yourself to be the finest of my students."

A slightly blushing Perseus was about to speak, but Pontus cut him off. "He's your first student, Nyx…" This caused the rest of the gods to chuckle.

"Nevertheless," Nyx continued with a scary glare, "you have exceeded all of my own expectations, something that I would never have imagined. You have even defeated me in combat."

The rest of the gods except for Hemera and Thalassa were surprised by this fact, but the three powerful primordials just looked on proudly at Perseus.

"Although we," Thalassa continued, indicating to herself, Nyx, and Hemera, "have blessed you already, I am afraid that it is not enough. Gaia is one of the oldest primordials, and paired with Tartarus, they will be almost unstoppable. This is why we have called this meeting; it is time for you to receive your final gift from the primordials."

Without warning, all of the primordials present, save the three goddesses that had trained him, stood and began to chant in a language that Percy did not recognize. As they continued, a ball of pure energy appeared in Chronus' hand. The sphere began to grow and increase in size until Percy was sure that it would burst. However, before it could do so, the primordial launched it at the god of heroes. The energy collided with Perseus, making him stagger back at the pure power that it contained.

He felt…different. The sense was similar to that of when he had been blessed by the three female primordials. Percy felt more in tune with the powers that they had bestowed upon him. The air around him seemed to draw towards him, almost as if it was calling to its master, and the god knew without trying that he could soar through the sky with little effort if he so wished.

Percy could feel everything and every being that contained water as the element drew close, embracing him. He couldn't even begin to describe this. He felt more grounded with the world than he had ever been before, understanding for the first time its depth and complexity. The only odd thing that Percy did not understand was that he did not even feel the life sustaining substance inside of the primordial gods.

Mortal life spans ticked inside his brain, making them feel extremely insignificant, as if they were over in the mere blink of an eye. For the first time he understood that although he had lived for a long time, it was nothing compared to the lifespan of the primordial god of time. Time itself almost felt alive, as if it could be bended and changed by his will. This sense of power almost caused the god of heroes to fall.

Staring wide-eyed at the primordials in disbelief, Thalassa smiled. "Now go, Perseus—your sister needs you." Before Percy could ask what she meant, the goddess waved her hand, and he disappeared.

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It had been five months since Minerva had lost her brother. Five long, agonizingly painful months. During that time the goddess had tried to focus on the war, but her efforts were futile. Her despair and rage confused her entirely, and no matter what tactic she tried to use to distract herself, it was all for nothing.

Minerva was at her lowest point when she vowed that she would never feel that way again. She was a goddess; a powerful one at that—and she would never stoop to that level again, no matter her grief.

Thankfully, Annabeth had brought her somewhat out of her self-pity. Even though Minerva still cursed whatever power was causing her so much pain, she endured; she always did.

Today feels different, the goddess thought as she proudly stood before the Roman gods. A wall of Rome faced the Parthian army, a force that was crushed over again but seemed to have an endless amount of monsters that they could throw at them. She could not even count how many empousa she had slain, but knew the number had to be in the thousands.

Despite the forces that she and her family had slaughtered, they continued to flood back at them. Their dimwitted Titan leaders were easy to defeat, but reformed just as quickly.

But today was different and Minerva knew it. Mars tensed beside her, bringing her out of her thoughts. She saw that the Parthian army was parting, a path being made for two figures as they approached them. They were both dressed in black armor, and one was clearly missing an arm, The goddess grinned devilishly, knowing exactly who it was. HIs inability to heal the wound she had inflicted gave her some satisfaction.

The feeling the advancing people made radiated sinisterly, almost like Pluto's helm of darkness, except the lord of the dead was much more orderly and just. Minerva knew that these two would thrive in chaos, and that was exactly what they yearned for.

Zeus and Saturn stopped before the Roman army, huge grins plastered across their stupid face that made Minerva's blood boil. Once Zeus laid eyes on the goddess of strategy his grin threatened to split his face.

Although she wanted to attack, she knew that she needed to be patient. The goddess had waited too long to let her baser instincts guide her when the opportune moment was so near.

Minerva spoke, projecting her voice so that everyone present could hear. "I see that the cowards have come out of hiding. It is nice to see that you have joined your barbaric…comrades, in battle."

Zeus let out a booming laugh. "As poetic as ever, my daughter. Oh! Dear, how is your brother doing? I don't see him here today." Faking concern, the god continued. "Is he all right?"

Minerva could no longer control her anger. She snarled the command to charge as she herself lunged at Zeus and Saturn, her family at her side. The divine charge caused the planet itself to shake, making the mortals believe that Neptune, god of earthquakes, was angered by something that they had done.

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