WARNING: PARTS OF THE CHAPTER ARE RATED "M."

This is the last full chapter of the story, guys. After this, there is a epilogue, which I hope you guys enjoy. Some of you have been asking for it... and you know what they say. End a story with a bang. I hope that the epilogue will be the bang you guys are looking for. Anyways, enjoy this chapter. Thanks so much for reading.

Chapter 20

The Prophecy Fulfilled

Taking one of Hecate's potions, Perseus doused the papyrus message in Mist. Only demigods would be able to see this for what it truly was.

He placed it in the empty farm of his old home, just on the ground. Nothing would be able to wash it away.

Despite having given the farm to Menestheus and the Athenian court, no one had claimed the property. The house was rotting and worn down, and the farm was dry and desolate. Perseus went to the new king, Demophon of Athens, who was Theseus' son (Menestheus had long been dead having died on Milos.), and told him that the site was to be restricted. Of course, Theseus' son had to have doubts about who he was, but in the end obviously agreed. There seemed to be no one who missed the authority in his tone.

He looked around with quietness and depression. Even though it had been more than sixty years since his birth, he remembered when the farm used to be alive with his mother's smile and laugh, and his own energy. They would both be quite optimistic back then. He knew his mother thought focusing on the positives would help give positive outcomes of everything. It did not always necessarily happen, but at least the level of hope, the morale, would be higher.

He trudged his way toward the front door of the rotting house and opened the door. He remembered the last time he was here. It seemed such a long time ago, in fact, it was a long time ago. He was around fifteen to seventeen years old, which was pretty much forty-five years ago. He was with Zoë at that time to lure Lamia into a trap. It had worked successfully.

He set one foot inside, a creak from the wood echoing around him. This was where Athena had once stood carrying his mortal ancestor. The goddess said it was the first time she actually felt the feeling of love towards a mortal... to the baby.

Now, Athena rarely paid attention to him. It was as if what he did wasn't worth her attention. She favoured Diomedes the same way she favoured Athens; but why not him? He doubted the goddess would care about what he did.

Walking towards the kitchen, the painful memory of watching his mother die through a dream flashed in his brain. Hellhounds were nothing now. He could only wish that monsters wouldn't attack him until he was able to wield a weapon. But he couldn't control everything. His mother had to die for him to become what he was now.

Maybe... just maybe... he did things subconsciously for his mother.

In all these years, he had yet to return back to Chiron, for he was afraid that the centaur would chastise him for breaking his promise. There was always the flip side where he did what he did to keep his promise to Zoë, but he didn't like to feel the shame that coursed through his veins. Chiron was like a fatherly-figure to him... at least, he had been when Perseus was growing up.

In another way, Chiron was also his uncle as the centaur and the God of the Seas were both sons of Kronos.

Out of the Infinity Pouch, which he had reclaimed on his adventures across the Mediterranean, he pulled out all of the Myrmidons' treasures from the Trojan War. The Myrmidons had disbanded after the war, spreading out all across Greece. They had children, yes, but none of them ever truly united again. As master of Achilles, Perseus claimed the prizes.

There was a lot of loot that the Myrmidons had collected over the nine years of sieging Troy. Perseus had only collected a quarter of the amount. Still, the treasure was enough to fill up a third of the worn-down house.

Going outside into the hot, dry summer day, he grabbed flint and steel and struck the dry grass around the house. He allowed the house and crops nearby to burn away as offerings to Hades and the Olympians, along with Hestia of course.

If any of the fires threatened to burn the message that he left in the field, he went around and battered the flames down with his mini-storm. He had learned how to make an external storm instead of needing the winds to swirl around himself. It proved useful, though it was much harder to keep the storm going. He needed to draw more power from within himself.

Another thing he had learned over these years was that he could sense the amount of water, ice or water vapour that was in the area immediately around him. For example, if he were further up north where snow fell, he would be able to concentrate on the water inside the frozen snow. And moisture was also relatively easy for him to pick up.

"The tragic end to a great mighty power," he muttered an incantation,"shall arrive in means so sour. The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end, not his time yet to descend. A trick by the vulture, the hare and the raven, shall make them feel the oppression. Only one word can be fragmented, though both have fated him to be forever dented."

This prophecy still troubled Perseus. He knew what the last sentence meant; he would keep Zoë's promise and break the gods' promise. However, both promises would leave him forever scarred by the consequences of each. He had a feeling that the second last sentence meant that he would be tricked by three of the gods, most likely Apollo, Aphrodite and Ares, which would make a certain group of people feel oppression because of what he was tricked into. The second sentence most likely meant that Greece would fall soon. Aeneas' new kingdom and the village of Carthage would rise to end Perseus' own homeland with the added fact that he was to stay alive to watch it happen. The first line was the one he was most confused about. Was the great mighty power Greece or Troy? And what means were sour? Troy's fall was more bloody than sour.

Perseus fled before the Athenians came to investigate why there was smoke billowing from the restricted property.

It was finally time to go back to Chiron. Despite all the disappointment that the centaur would feel towards his actions, he knew it was time to visit his old master. He hadn't seen him since Achilles' twentieth birthday.

Leaves crunched under his feet. Sticks and twigs snapped as his foot fell overtop them. He pulled the cloak down from over his head allowing the sun that glimmered through the trees to shine upon his face. Rushing water from the nearby Aliakmonas river roared behind him.

Perseus willed his bow to disappear, but kept the quiver on his back. He kept Anaklusmos clipped into his hair and Aegis on his wrist, both inactivated.

"Chiron," he said in Achilles' voice. "Are you there?"

There was the smooth opening of the tent door, and Chiron walked out peering at the son of Poseidon.

"Achilles died years ago, my boy," the centaur said, the twinkle in his eyes greater than ever. "Do not think I do not hear of news. Welcome back, Percy."

Perseus' mouth broke into a smile and he ran up to hug his old teacher.

"It's been such a long time since I've seen you, Chiron," he said. "Years, in fact."

"The same to you, my boy," spoke the centaur.

Perseus walked over to the eating area, which had not changed in design ever since he was a young child. He remembered that fateful night before Jason arrived to tell him of the quest for the Golden Fleece where he and Chiron had made some hare meat and cos salad. It was delicious. That was the first day of his everlasting adventures. Never did he believe that he would still be alive to tell the tale of Achilles, a man borne of the generation after his.

"Some things never change, do they?" he said, a smile gracing his lips.

"Not everything changes, Percy."

"I have a feeling they might, though."

"Be that as it may, demigods will always be welcome to come to train with me. Mortal heroes as well."

Perseus nodded and they dropped into brief silence. After a few seconds, Perseus asked, "You said that you hear news just as everyone else does, correct?"

"Yes."

"Have you noticed a fluctuation in godly energy?" asked the son of Poseidon. "And how the gods seem to be changing in personality? You do talk to them, don't you?"

Chiron's face seemed to age fifty years at once. It wasn't the fact that he was already old, but he looked far older than what he normally looked like in terms of mood. "Bad times are approaching. I know you know that. There is nothing we can do about that; however, if we keep a positive head up, we will be able to get through what must come through."

"Italian gods. I helped Aeneas escape from Troy, and the Trojans believed in a different form of the gods. Italia has been inhabited by Latins, a different people. I think that the Greek gods are changing forms. Actually, I know the gods are changing forms."

"A power shift," Chiron said grimly. "If they are changing..." For a second, he paused. "The gods feed off of mortal sacrifices and through demigods. It is not a good thing that they are changing. If they deem Aeneas' descendants worthy of changing, a power shift is occurring."

"I broke your promise, though," said Perseus. "I am not withheld to protecting Greece in times of danger."

"That is all right, my boy," the centaur replied. He added mysteriously, "And I completely understand your reasons."

The mysterious tone made Perseus feel unsettled. Chiron was a lot wiser than he was, but sometimes it would make him feel uncomfortable. The fact that Chiron seemed to know destiny before it even happened scared him. The grim expression written across the centaur's face was the final straw.

"Why don't we have some food?" Chiron said, hastily changing the subject. The centaur was never really good at switching topics.

"It'll definitely get my mind off things," he replied. "Why not?"

For reminiscence, they had hare meat and cos lettuce. It had been a long time since he had heard from Chiron, so he asked about what the centaur had been doing all these years that he had been gone. There were not any momentous or extraordinary occasions that occurred whilst the son of Poseidon was gone. Most of Chiron's time was spent living and teaching arts and crafts to himself. Needless to say, it was stodgy.

"Oh, Chiron!" Perseus exclaimed after hearing the stories. "Achilles told me that Jason made it into Elysium."

"Achilles told you?" asked Chiron skeptically.

"I had a dream. But that's beside the point. Jason made it into Elysium. Aren't you happy?"

"Happy that one of my students reached Elysium? Of course I am happy. I am elated, in fact, but what I know is that not all of my pupils will make it there. A mortal's life is hard to dwell on when you are immortal because you live forever and they do not. Getting excessively attached is difficult to cope with when that person perishes. It is the same with you and Achilles. But in any case, to love your students like family is important. Loss is just something one must deal with."

Nodding quietly, Perseus finished his meat.

"However, there is always the flip side to that," Chiron remarked. "Remember what you said when you returned from your voyage with the Argonauts?"

"Stay positive. Something like that."

"Exactly. Even in the toughest of times, remember that Elpis rests with humanity. One may find comfort and friendship if they remember to believe."

With a smile, Chiron turned around grabbing all of the bowls and plates. Perseus knew where he was going, and the centaur galloped down to the river to wash the dishes. That left the son of Poseidon alone to do whatever he wanted.

"Should I bathe in the Aliakmonas?" he muttered to himself.

He heard something swish by but as he looked around, he saw nothing. He waited for a while, keeping as still as he possibly could, until he deemed it safe to move forward. He was sure that Chiron would understand where he was going off to.

Perseus made sure he brought at least Anaklusmos with him to protect himself just in case of any bandits.

Taking a nice stroll through the forest, he walked down to the river at a point that was considerably further west than where Chiron went. The river arced around Chiron's camp surrounding it on three sides.

The river flowed with strength, but being the son of Poseidon, and hopefully with the cooperation with the naiads, he was sure that he would be able to endure it. At least there wouldn't be any huge rocks that he could die at. He also hoped that the naiads would at least turn away from him when he took a bath.

The river's edge was right where the forest dropped off, so Perseus took off his tunic and stuffed it into the bush that was nearby. Quietly, he slipped into the water. He couldn't sense anybody around, though there were a few naiads that he noticed. Of course, he couldn't get wet unless he wanted to so he willed himself to get wet. Immediately, water washed over him like a wave. He dove underneath the water so that he would be able to cleanse his entire body.

Resurfacing, he took the jar of olive oil that he brought and poured it all over his skin. He knew that he was damaging the environment, but it wasn't that bad. At least the naiads would be able to have some olive oil for once.

After he was done cleaning himself, he decided that he would have a little fun and take a little swim. He didn't bother putting his tunic back on. He didn't feel that it was necessary to have it on.

In the water, he always felt fresh and rejuvenated. He felt re-energized and recharged. He could feel the cold water lapping against his skin when he stayed still. It felt natural to feel it, as if he had lived in water for his entire life. He remembered little water figures that he used to make with the water. That sparked a bad memory regarding Neoptolemus' broken arms and shattered knee.

He swam back to the spot where he left his tunic dejectedly; his memories of the sack of Troy returned to him. Bloody and gruesome were two words out of many that could describe that night and day.

Just as he put his hands on shore to climb out, he heard a rustling from the trees. Immediately, and instinctively, he looked up. Like before with the swish, there was nothing there. This time, he didn't stay still. He pulled Anaklusmos out of his hair and activated it.

The gleaming bronze glowed in Helios' light.

He pulled himself further into the water, ready to attack whoever showed themselves. There was some more rustling.

"Is anyone there?"

A brief rustle.

"Come out! Show yourself!"

A brief rustle.

This pattern continued for a while, him continuously asking the person to show themselves whilst they answered by rustling the leaves from inside the forest. By the time the sun had gone considerably far down, he began to get agitated. There was no doubt that Chiron was wondering where he had gone, and he wanted nothing but to get a comfortable sleep. So he made his bold move. He got out of the water.

Immediately, there was a flash of silver that glittered out of the forest.

"Artemis?" he called. "Zoë? Hunters?"

Silence followed until someone from above him crashed down, landing on top of him. Immediately, he kicked the person off of him, and pointed his sword at them. He was so stunned at who was there that he didn't even bother to grab a tunic.

"Aphrodite?"

The goddess of beauty was standing there in all her glamour. She wore a pink dress that stuck to her elegant curves and matched her flawless skin. Only the fact that she looked like what he desired made her bearable to look at.

"Percy!" she cried happily, as if finding a long-lost relative. "How's it going?"

He raised his sword further and extended his arm. "What are you doing here?" he asked in a cold tone.

"I'm just roaming the forests of Greece, nothing more," she said innocently. "I just love the beauty of nature."

"Also known as wanting to get into Pan's bed," he added sharply.

For a moment, a flicker of anger crossed her face and she looked as though she were about to curse his love life, but she calmed herself down. "Why the anger, Percy?"

"You caused the Trojan War, which killed many friends of mine. I have let that go, but I am understandably mad."

"If the blame is to be put on anyone, it would be Eris. She was the one that threw the apple into the party. No one would dare say it out loud, but some of the gods, not me, think that it was Zeus' fault for not letting Eris into Peleus' and Thetis' wedding in the first place."

"I saved your son's life," Perseus said. "Aeneas lived until he died of natural causes. Don't listen to whatever Apollo has planned. There is no justice in revenge."

"Who said that I was doing something for Apollo?"

Perseus' eyes flickered to something in the distance. He thought he saw something silver, but after blinking, saw nothing. In that split second, when he looked back to Aphrodite, she was holding a cloth over her bare body, the dress completely gone.

He swallowed nervously as he glanced back toward where he saw the silver flash. He turned his eyes back to Aphrodite, but he noticed she was looking behind him in the distance. Her eyes widened and muttered something under her breath.

Stupidly, he turned to see what she was looking at. As soon as he turned around, he saw an auburn-haired girl standing there watching with astonishment. She looked like a tiny grain from where he stood, but her expression looked as big as a deer's. Suddenly, something knocked Anaklusmos out of his hand, and Aphrodite's hand yanked him toward her.

She pressed herself close to him and brought her lips to his forcefully. Surprised engulfed him at first, but a rush of lust and anger coursed through him. He pushed her off him and watched as she fell to the ground. He turned around and looked around desperately for Anaklusmos. Struggling to find it, he dropped to his knees to check the ground bushes all around.

Pouncing on him, Aphrodite turned him around and wrapped her legs around him tightly. A sudden and sickening warmth suddenly came over him as she uttered soothing words to him. He felt as though he were being lulled to sleep, yet in a different manner. It was as if he were her prisoner of war, obeying every word she spoke. He tried to resist it, but it was quite strong.

Suddenly, an arrow tore through Aphrodite's hair, slashing a whole part of it off. She shrieked, and Perseus' vision suddenly went black. There was a rush of cold air and he felt as though his navel was being stabbed. Feeling nauseous, he nearly vomited.

It was a weird experience. He could still feel the warmth he did not wish to feel and Aphrodite's body, but his back felt bare.

Then, in the distance, a light illuminated. The nausea began to fade and sound reached his ears once again. As the scene grew around him, he noticed that they were entering a building of some sorts. With an explosion that made his ears pop, he and Aphrodite appeared in some sort of sacrificial shrine, though it looked a lot bigger than a shrine.

He had little time to analyze his surroundings as the two became entangled even further.

"Get off of me!" Perseus shouted at the top of his lungs. "You whore!"

"HELP!" she suddenly screamed. "HELP!"

She locked her legs around him ever-so-tightly he pushed her upper body off of him. As soon as he tried going for the legs, she would wrap her arms around his neck and pull herself back up to start kissing him again.

Then, she gritted her teeth, and he groaned. A sickening smile grew on her face as she delved into ecstasy. He was finally able to shove her off of him. The damage had already been dealt though. He looked down toward the panting goddess, who stared up at him cruelly.

A nauseous feeling suddenly entered Perseus and he looked up to the altar. Just as he made eye contact, thunder and lightning screeched down from the sky. It was the sign of a lightning bolt with a eagle nearby. This was no shrine... this was a temple of Zeus.

There was a terrifying roar and Ares appeared in the doorway, a sick smile on his face as well. Aphrodite's expression turned to one of feigned fear.

Unarmed, Perseus knew that he would be captured anyways. He had no idea where he was and there didn't seem to be any bodies of water around. There was no use in using up any energy.

"Busted, punk," Ares said grotesquely.

The god put celestial bronze chains on his arms and legs before teleporting him to Olympus' gates. Apparently it wasn't weird to see a naked mortal walking through the streets of Olympus. Maybe it happened more often that he thought.

A sinking feeling pitted in the bottom of his stomach. A rush of realization rushed through him again. He knew he was expecting that Apollo would be getting his revenge on him with Aphrodite and Ares. He couldn't believe that he'd actually turned away from Aphrodite to look at Artemis. The only fact that comforted him was that Artemis saw what had happened.

Suddenly, he felt angry. A trick by the vulture, the hare and the raven, shall make them feel the oppression. The second part of the line made him feel mad at Apollo. What oppression would who feel? What would be the outcome of this trick?

He entered the grand throne room that he had been in so long before. From inside came loud, angry shouts.

"You defend that ludicrous boy?" Zeus shouted. "He dare rape a goddess in my temple?!"

"You are the thick-minded fool," Poseidon roared. "Would you think that after all these years he would suddenly decide to do what he did? He has always respected the gods. It was a trick!"

"Defending your own son," sneered the King of the Gods. "Typical."

"Speaking of yourself?"

"How dare you speak to me like that!"

"I am your brother and no matter what position you hold, I am your senior!"

"This is anarchy!"

"Believe what you want to believe, you are paranoid and wrong. Everyone knows that!"

Ares shoved Perseus forward and they entered the throne room. All current eyes turned toward the two, some watching as Aphrodite followed. There was a bright flash, and Artemis appeared in the room, an angry look on her face.

"Take your seats," Zeus boomed.

Perseus saw his father give him an angry look before everyone returned to their seats. Apollo, who Perseus just noticed, gave him the exact same cruel smile as Ares and Aphrodite. They seemed to have practiced that.

It seemed as though only Zeus looked furious. He also looked quite clueless as to what was truly going on. Everyone else, even Dionysus for the gods' sake, had seemed to realize what Apollo, Ares and Aphrodite had done.

Perseus was brought to the center at the feet of Zeus. Glancing back, he saw Hestia giving him a sad look. She snapped her fingers and a clean, white tunic appeared over top of him. He gave her a grim smile in appreciation.

"Do you realize what you have done?" a thundering voice echoed across the room.

Perseus turned around but stayed silent, eyeing the King of the Gods with a stony expression.

"Do you realize what you have done?!" Zeus thundered.

"What have I done?" replied the son of Poseidon. "If you want to point fingers, point fingers at two of your jackass sons and a whore for an aunt."

"Calm down your tone before smite you down from Olympus," sneered Zeus.

"He is telling the truth, father," Artemis said in an annoyed tone.

"Be quiet!"

Artemis' eyes flashed but she slumped back into her seat, resigned for the moment.

Zeus turned his eyes back to him. "You would do well to tell me why you were raping a goddess in my temple. Your life depends on it."

"I wasn't raping a goddess in your temple," Perseus muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "A goddess was raping me in your temple. Though I guess since it was a woman to a man, you'd be your usual grumpy self and say that that isn't considered rape."

"It could not have been him," Dionysus said. "Poseidon is right. Perseus would not do this after all of the years that he has been under the eyes of the gods. He has not done anything this far out of line."

"But on the counter side, what if he was staying quiet and low to secretly plan against us?" Apollo suggested. "He has resented some of us over the years."

"You, perhaps," Athena countered. "Not the others. As much as any of the mortals, he sacrifices to Hades to most, even more than his own father. Next would be Poseidon, then Zeus, then me and Artemis, and so on."

"Silence, Athena," Zeus growled. "He sacrifices no more to me than the other men. Great Hector of Troy, even Achilles, son of Peleus, gave me more than Perseus ever did. He cares little for the master of Olympus."

"Maybe if you weren't so uptight," snorted Perseus. "Or stupid. I mean, seriously... you name Heracles that to please Hera. Since when is having a child with another woman ever pleasing to your wife. I heard of his troubles and pestering by the Queen of the Gods. Despite that, Hera can do whatever she wants to him. Unfaithful as you are, your offspring must take the punishment. The same goes for me, yet I have not seen Amphitrite or Triton bother to come up to attack me. They are wise enough to think that I am not worth attacking."

"Watch your words, Percy," warned Poseidon.

The youngest son of Kronos fumed in his throne. "If talking back is your only stratagem, so be it. Your punishment will be severe. The gods know you love family and friends. With your actions ends the great Greek empire. Mycenae will fall and soon will the rest of the Greece. By your own half-brother it shall fall, to the mighty Chrysaor, who roams the seas and preys on the weak. This is the beginning of the end!"

Thunder roared in the distance, sealing the deal.

Furiously, Perseus struggled in his chains. "You cannot punish others for what one has done. That is not fair."

"Life is not fair," Zeus growled. "You brought this upon your people."

"And what of you? You feed off the Greek's belief in you. You will fade if you get rid of the Greeks!"

"Not necessarily," Apollo said, "but that is a topic for another day. What I must regard now is that... even if he didn't rape Aphrodite, he still caused Aphrodite pleasure in your temple. He may not have done that himself, but having intercourse in your temple earns him a punishment."

"Shut up, you lying piece of crap!" Perseus shouted.

"And disrespecting a god," the god of the bow added. "That is very disrespectful. Then you seem to notice that your two favourite children, Athena and Artemis, seem to be very fond of him. Maybe he has seduced them. Why else would Artemis suddenly be willing to protect him, and why else would Athena be so willing to protect him?"

"Are you questioning my virginity?" Artemis exploded.

Athena, the grey-eyed goddess, glared at Apollo darkly. "I respect those who prove they are worth respecting. Perseus has proven that. And he is technically my descendant."

Ignoring the two, he said to Zeus, "He has influenced them much. There is always the possibility."

"Then make them promise to the River Styx that they have not done anything out of line," growled Poseidon. "It needs not to be more complicated than that."

But the god of the sky already made up his mind. Without uttering a single word, he raised his Master Bolt and pointed it at Perseus. And then there was an enormous explosion of light.

Perseus ducked down as brightness became searing hot. It suddenly faded and before he knew what was happening, there were the sounds of shouting and the feeling of someone cutting his chains.

"Percy!" Artemis said as he turned around. She tossed him Anaklusmos in hair clip form. Looking at the giant and limp figure of his father sprawled across the floor, he let an ear-piercing shout loose.

"What did you do?!" roared the immortal demigod.

Athena, Hera and Dionysus all stood in front of him with shields up to protect him. Athena stood in the middle, her spear bristling overtop of her version of Aegis. Artemis stood behind the three of him firing arrows at Apollo, who was firing arrows back.

"Go, Perseus!" Athena shouted over her shoulder.

Just then, a shockwave of electricity slammed into the shield wall, knocking all three of them off-balance. Instinctively, Perseus ran for his father's trident, which had sparks crackling along the handle. It had dropped with his father. Swinging it around, he accidentally caught the tips of the weapon in the hearth's fire. But he used that to his advantage.

Hurling it like a spear, he caught Apollo right through the neck with the middle point of the trident. Immediately after, Zeus hurled a bolt towards him. Out of nowhere, Athena appeared and deflected the bolt off her shield, her shield arm smoking and burned from the impact.

"Are you all right?" he shouted out of concern.

"Do not worry! Get out of here!" was his answer.

Turning around, he saw Hestia looking disapprovingly at Zeus. Running towards her, he reached his hand out. But just before he got to her, an explosion rattled off the ground and he was knocked off his feet. It felt as though he were thrown high up into the air.

Landing with a thud, he groaned in pain. His ears rang and his body went numb. Though fuzzy, he saw Ares leaping into battle against Hera. He gestured towards him whilst looking at Aphrodite. As he leaped away from her, she gave him a sad look.

Aphrodite took one step forward, her face straining with the decision to either attack him or not. For a second, she looked almost hesitant to even more forward. Tears slowly came to her eyes as the battle raged on.

The numbness from the explosion began to fade and he crawled back toward the hearth at the center of the throne room.

Aphrodite was full on weeping now, shaking her head like a maniac. Then she turned and ran off, away from the fighting.

As surprised as he was, Perseus did his best to get to the hearth as fast as he could. Hestia saw him now and reached out herself to grab him. When he was barely a hand's length away from her, he could see Zeus charging up his bolt for another blast to destroy the throne room.

And just as he let the lightning loose, his hand grabbed Hestia's and they warped to an unknown location. He collapsed to the ground, breathing hard.

The feeling of a pair of hands helped Perseus up. Hestia, with a grim expression, said, "Run, Percy. Go as far as you can! Hide from the gods."

"My father—"

"He will be fine! Go!"

Taking one last look at Hestia, who was acting purely for his safety, he took off into the forest, Anaklusmos clipped to his hair. Soon, he found himself in the forest doing the exact same thing he'd been doing the night before Jason arrived back from Iolcus.

The boy stumbled forward, tree branches snapping at his head.

Tired, he didn't bother slashing at the tree branches with his sword. The added fact that he had barely escaped from a humanly-godly battle (whatever you wanted to call it) made him feel as if he'd been running all day.

The further he went, the angrier he got at Apollo. The trident attack wasn't enough. One day, Apollo would feel Perseus' own wrath. Mycenaean Greece, the land that Perseus had grown up in, the land the Heracles travelled and conquered, the land that the world's greatest heroes had been born, was doomed, all by Apollo's trick.

He had yet to pay Apollo his debts for the Trojan War, something he ought to have done already. This just added to how much pain the god would feel.

A stick and some metal shall pierce the skin, much to the enemy's chagrin.

Apollo better be disappointed that he ever killed Achilles. Because killing Achilles, which led up this chain of events, meant Perseus was getting revenge. Now he really meant it: Apollo would pay.

Hey everyone,

Hope you enjoy this chapter. Remember to tell me if you like it or not.

I apologize for any grammatical errors in the chapter above and if any historical facts are actually wrong. I have spent my time looking through different websites, and even a couple of books, but the story that will continue may have incorrect historical info. Still, I believe it just adds to the effect.

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