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Chapter Nine

Calypso was feeling especially useless today.

She dragged her feet into the guest bedroom of the Big House and collapsed onto the bed, more exhausted than she's ever been. Not only had she'd been unable to help against Zethes, but now she had to help fight the gods. She knew the time was coming, and it wasn't as if she held the gods to a high standard. Zeus had visited her not too long before Leo came to her rescue, and it was easy to tell something was going to happen. Her eyes began to close, and she let herself fall into her memory.

Being immortal is weird; either you dream about current ongoing events, demigod style, or, more likely, you relive memories from your long life.

She sat on Ogygia, cross legged in front of her home. She had drawn the outline of a boy with curly hair in the sand; a button nose and a grin, making her stomach flutter with hope. Then, just as she thought he was sure to come, a loud boom shook the entire island, tossing sand around and wiping Leo's face from existence. Only one god entered her domain in such a fashion, and she sighed as she looked up towards the hill: The god of the sky looked down at her, the warm wind blowing his white tunic gently with the breeze. She got up and brushed off her simple white dress, sighing. She knew what that face meant.

"Calypso" His voice was calm as she approached the god. She stopped within ten feet of the god and bowed her head quickly "My Lord" she replied, before looking back up. He looked like he was thinking hard about his next words. His burly arms crossed over his chest, she wondered if the war with the giants and Gaia had been taken care of, but she decided to stay quiet.

"I cannot stay long, unfortunately" Calypso almost scoffed at that. The gods never stayed long except for Hephaestus "I did come to ask you something" He seemed anxious, almost nervous. He pulled a shield from behind his back: its color darker than any metal Calypso had ever seen, and its aura, its power… She shivered just at the sight of the back. Zeus held the face of the shield to his stomach, his godly fingers gripping it so hard they were white, teetering with electricity.

"You know quite a bit about magic" The unease grew in Zeus, like part of him was fighting another. Calypso nodded, looking into the god's eyes; they were such a dark shade of blue, she swore they were almost violet. She had known this god since his birth, and his eyes were always the color of the sky. He inhaled deeply and continued.

"You've been around longer than most anything and I refuse to show this kind of power to Circe, so I need to know." He handed her the shield, face down, and asked "Where in gods' name is this from?"

Calypso took the shield and inspected the back, noticing several inscriptions in a language she didn't yet recognize. Her brain scanned every possible language, going from Modern English to Ancient Greek. It was dented and slightly misshapen, more oval than a circle.

"I can't seem to read…" She trailed off as her mind thought back further, to times she had tried her hardest to forget. A memory, her as a child, her father, Atlas, showing her how to read his grandparents stories, told in the Primordial tongue. Calypso could remember, even then, her father having some difficulty teaching her, the language already so old and archaic. It was as dead as Latin is now when she was a child, so it was more than archaic.

"Remember, Caly" Atlas' voice spoke in her memory as he pointed to a scroll, written on old sheepskin "There are three different kinds of Primordial; the original, spoke by Ouranos, Gaia and Tartarus. The Giant language, which is the newest and only used by giants, and the Abyssal language" He had frowned as he said "This one is the rarest, and there is a good chance you never have to use it in your long life, but it is the language of the Abyss" young Calypso waited for more, but Atlas stayed quiet. Being the young, curious child she was, she asked "The Abyss can speak?" a small chuckle escaped the Titan, but he replied.

"No, child. The Primordial language has been warped and twisted by the evil entities that call the hellish place home; Nyx, Achlys, Thanatos. The evil entities that dwell in the dark."

Thousands of years later, that exact language was inscribed into the shield. The words made near no sense, as if Chaos itself had started writing.

"Well?" Zeus said, his impatience growing. Calypso grew more uneasy, the shield seeming to become heavier in her hands. She stuttered but answered the god "I- I uhm. It's just words, in no particular order" He still looked unsatisfied, so she began translating the words that rimmed the shield.

"Starving, blessed terror uhm, insanity, we suffer, bloodshed" Calypso's head throbbed. It seemed that every time she read another word, a new voice would say it in her head, screaming in agony or fury. She looked back up at Zeus, who coldly stared at the shield, like he was waiting for more. She flipped over the shield, and her mind went numb.

Maybe it was her immortality. Maybe she was just ancient enough that she understood the shield enough to not crack as Zeus had. All she knew right there, was where it came from.

The display on the front was carved into the metal with what looked like fingernails or bone, yet the scrawled in design looked almost picture perfect. Calypso's mind bent and creaked as she examined the near skeletal face of a woman, her skin stuck to her cheekbones, her black sunken eyes staring out at the viewer, thin, cracked lips bleeding to reveal a grin full of rotten and diseased gums, cracked and jagged teeth, and a half bitten off tongue. On the woman's head sat the head of a wolf or dog, gushing profusely at the base onto the woman's head and face, it's mouth open and jaw sagging. Calypso swore she heard the shield laughing in her mind.

And so she laughed.

It was very small at first, a mania induced chuckle, before a smile cracked onto her face. She looked up at Zeus, and began laughing hysterically. He looked surprised, his eyebrow raised and a small smile grew onto his face. He went to speak, but Calypso couldn't help but laugh harder. She couldn't tell why, but it was hilarious. Zeus no longer seemed amused, his angry look returning in full, and the laugh died in her throat. Not because she was worried, but because she knew that Zeus was the least of her concerns. She swore she heard the faint crack of her mind as the shield dropped from her hands into the sand, and she spoke the last words she'd ever said to the god of the sky.

"Lyssa." The god's jaw tightened as fear flashed across his face. With a smile and an extremely light head, she finished. "We're all fucked, aren't we?"

Percy's mind split when the knocks started.

His first thought, which immediately made him feel guilty, was 'Is that Rachel?' After a few seconds of silence, he cursed himself. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought, standing and fishing in his pocket for Riptide. His second thought was shared by most of the Big House as Annabeth quietly said "Look!" her finger pointed to Percy's mouth, which steamed with every breath. Leo's eyes lit up, literally, and he grit his teeth, his palms building with white flames. He took two steps towards the door, quiet and swift, before lifting his flaming arms and muttering "Not this time mother fucker."

Flames roared from Leo's form, blasting the Big House door (and quite a bit of the frame) off the building. His entire body engulfed in flames, he smirked to himself, ready to charge at Khione, who struggled to stand up, twenty feet away in the charred ruins of the door.

Calypso burst into the room, her jacket already on and zipped, her hair tousled and messy, but a determined look in her eyes. From her belt, she felt around for it, her fingers freezing for just a second; she had taken Piper's blade after her death, realizing she didn't have a weapon of her own. Atlas as trained her well, and whether she held a spear or a blade, she was very skilled. Chiron trotted over from deeper in the house, and stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at the centaur; the same tiredness in his eyes that resided in her soul was clear as day.

"Go and fight. We will talk about it later" Her heart rate rose, yet the Chiron merely pulled on a jacket and joined the rest of the demigods stepping outside.

It was a cold unlike anything Hazel had felt before. She wasn't used to the cold, of course, but she knew the feeling of abnormality. There was no wind, no snow, and no sky. It was as if the world had frozen on overcast, and the temperature just fell. She drew her Spatha and approached behind Frank.

Frozen grass crunched underneath their feet, everyone drawing their weapons as they approached the now standing Khione. She seemed fine, like the Leo's blast had simply knocked her over. Percy had a weird thought, thinking of his brother Tyson, and how he had fixed his wristwatch shield. He never really used it for much except telling the time, having an infinite battery life. He tapped the face twice and the beautiful bronze shield popped to life.

"Ah yes, Leo Valdez" Khione's voice was smooth as silk, as if everything was going to her plan. Chiron stood in the doorway of the Big House, bow drawn at the goddess. Leo snarled and balled his fist.

"You killed Piper" He said, through gritted teeth. They had formed a semicircle around the goddess, her back to the forest line, which was already trapped and ready. Leo burned hotter by the second, but ice slowly began to form on the demigods; a bit of frost on the side of Hazel's Spatha, Percy constantly shifting his fingers to stop them from icing over, Frank's left boot freezing to the ground every couple of seconds.

"Oh, I can't take credit for that" She checked her cuticles, casually brushing something off her fingernails. Leo stepped forward, ready to melt this lady's brain, but as soon as he moved, he heard a scream. He whipped his head around, and his heart stopped.

Frank was standing still, looking confused at his hand, sword in the other. There was a fine layer of ice that surrounded him, but Leo knew how deep it really went. Hazel was yanking his arm, but the ice began spreading up her fingers and arms, moving up from her boots. One by one, his friends began to freeze, becoming mere decorations. He frowned, making eye contact with Calypso: she was fine. Her eyes shot open, and Leo didn't have time to react fast enough.

A chunk of ice was hurtling towards him, and his fiery aura had melted a good portion, but he was still thrown back, slamming into Frank's frozen frame, causing his fire to die down to his skin smoldering. Groaning, he stood up "Thanks, big guy" he said, seeing how close he was from slamming into frozen Hazel's Spatha, right behind him. He lit himself ablaze, and approached the goddess again. Her eyes glowed a snowy white; a long, thin sheet of ice slowly formed down from her forearm, nearly touching the ground. She charged at him, and then something unexpected happened.

In what seemed like a second, Calypso had stepped in front of Leo, drawn Piper's blade, and caught Khione's ice sword with the hilt, the ice cracking as Khione pressed the daughter of Atlas. Leo stepped back to avoid burning his girlfriend. Still in surprise at Calypso's agility and speed, he watched her knee slam into Khione's stomach, forcing the air out of her, before shoving the ice goddess ten feet backwards into a tree at the forest's edge.

Calypso was shocked at her own strength and agility, but she couldn't focus on it for too long. Khione was already climbing back to her feet, angrily muttering to herself. Standing behind his girlfriend, he pulled something out of his tool belt; throwing knives. He had been working on hundreds of them, considering he had unlimited space in his belt, why not carry a few hundred? They were made of Celestial Bronze and Imperial Gold, cooled in the Little Tiber. He even made Annabeth's new knife using the same materials, but it was no easy task. The molten metals didn't pool together and mix like iron and lead, but seemed to push against each other like two negative sides of a magnet. Leo had to push both puddles of molten metal together with his hands. The blades radiated an aura of power, unlike any metal Leo had ever seen.

"Why won't you freeze?" Khione's voice seethed with rage, the wind picking up around them. She charged them again, but she wasn't going for Calypso.

Leo's mind couldn't process the impact fast enough; in a flash she had cleared the few feet between them and rammed into him, his head slamming into the frozen ground beneath him. The flames died down almost immediately, his mind like a freshly rung bell, vibrating his vision and ringing loudly. He watched Khione get shoved off him, rolling around on the ground with Calypso. He couldn't help but smile, his concussed brain defaulting to comedy, like it often did. 'Wow, two girls are fighting over me' he thought as he scraped himself off the ground. He felt the burning of ice on his arms, which shook him awake pretty quickly, his form bursting into weaker flames than before. He struggled to stay on his feet, stumbling as he leaned on the wall of the Big House.

Calypso bared her teeth, struggling to grip Khione's wrist. She was sure she'd lost her abilities, or at least her immortality, when leaving Ogygia. She didn't understand, but she didn't need to just yet. Khione placed her foot on the Titaness' chest and kicked her back, only by a couple feet. She was back on her feet in a second, watching as Khione sized her up,

"Maybe I've misjudged this attack" the goddess said, shifting her weight. Calypso's wrist twitched, the blade ready to strike. The daughter of Atlas remembered the stories of Helen of Troy, who watched vision in the blade, never using it in a battle once. She remembered how close Piper had brought the blade to Zethes throat, how she used every ability of the blade. Her knuckles grew white as she took a step forward.

"Misjudged the attack, or misjudged us?" She said calmly, invoking her magic to manipulate the mist. She willed it to show her in the same spot, to hide her small movements forward.

"Just you" Said the goddess, a small smirk plastering across her face "Your little firecracker over there has never been a threat" both women looked back to see Leo still struggling to stand up. Anger flared through Calypso, the thought of Leo being hurt, or worse, was enough to make her charge the goddess, a guttural scream erupting from her throat.

Khione had her ice blade lifted, ready for the attack, but Calypso had contained herself for so long. So many millennia spent trapped, tortured, and alone, came bursting out.

As Katopris collided with the ice blade, a loud crack sounded out. Khione tried to hold her ground, her heels digging into the frozen ground behind her, but she continued backwards, Calypso putting more and more force on the blade, the blade's cracks spider webbing upwards. As the ice goddess' back was slammed against a tree once more, the Titaness yanked her blade upwards, the hilt shattering the ice. Without missing a beat, she brought the blade down into the goddess' shoulder. She screamed in pain, her voice flinging Calypso backwards at least fifteen feet, landing not too far from Leo. Khione ripped the blade from her and flung it away. Calypso was only stunned, but Leo looked her in the eyes, his sagging, barely burning form, had more lively eyes than she had ever seen him have. She stood and immediately began running right back at the goddess.

Leo often forgot Khione was a Boread, a goddess of wind, but he soon remembered as a mini snowstorm surrounded her frame. Ichor began to flow from her shoulder, coating the frozen grass in the area, flying around in the wind. As Calypso ran in, wrestling the goddess with her bare hands, he wondered if his girlfriend was still the all powerful Titan daughter she was back before the gods. He watched her fight, the extreme winds causing her no harm or foul, just as agile as she was on an even fighting ground.

Khione's fist slammed into Calypso's collarbone, causing her to wince. She took a step back as the goddess swiped at her, the goddess' nails icy and long. The Titaness watched Khione's waist, her play fighting with other Titan's had taught her all kinds of hand to hand combat, wrestling included. Khione's core twitched as she lunged, allowing Calypso to kneel under her and wrap her arm around the goddess' waist. She stood, lifting her off the ground, before slamming her back down, shaking the ground violently.

Immediately the mini storm stopped, but the cold did not let up. Calypso stood back up, as Khione forced herself to a kneeling position, Ichor streaming from her mouth and left ear. Calypso scrambled for her knife, which was only a few feet away, and stood over the goddess. She forced herself to stand, but Katopris was at her neck as soon as she did.

"Well" said Khione, her voice raspy and strained "I guess you won. What are you going to do? Kill me?" She smiled, her mouth full of Ichor. How badly did Calypso hurt her?

"Maybe. Depends on what you're next move is." Khione snarled and bared her teeth, the knife pressed tighter against her throat. Calypso smiled, turning her head to Leo for just a second. His smile was so warm, so reassuring, it made her smile back, before his eyes widened.

Khione's arm was an inch from Calypso's chest when an icy dagger shot out from her palm, hitting the Titaness in the chest. Calypso looked down, her hand to her chest, as she fell backwards onto the icy ground. Khione almost laughed, but she didn't have time.

She opened her mouth when she felt it; a ten inch throwing knife, serrated and glowing bright red with heat, seemed to erupt in her throat. It pierced the left side of her neck and came out the right, the sizzling of skin and Ichor loud and hot. She clawed at her throat, falling to her knees, as Leo stepped closer.

His frame was surrounded with white hot flame, the ground sizzling to ash beneath him. In his hands were two of the same knives that were impaled in Khione. He dropped one to the ground as it sizzled, melting deeper into the dirt. Smoke poured from the Boread's mouth and skin, Leo now mere inches from her. He hefted the super heated blade, and pressed the tip to her chest, at the same spot Khione hit his girlfriend. She tried to beg for mercy, but the blade had melted her vocal chords, and Leo slammed the blade through to the other side.