Chapter III
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I decided to make this chapter longer than the previous ones as I simply don't want to bore you with stupid fillers. Now, expect the plot to slowly unfold as we encounter spooky and mysterious things ...*Cue the scary noises*
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Camp Half-Blood
Percy POV
Greatly surprised by the unpredictable appearance of the Oracle of Delphi, I quickly turned to examine Hestia's expression, questioning if this was her plan all along. Yet as I looked at her I was only greeted with the expression of pure shock and amazement inscribed upon her smooth face.
Thinking on my feet, I instantly dropped into a bow and greeted the Oracle.
''Great Pythia! By what means are we gifted by your presence?'' I asked the spirit with my head bowed at a gentle angle.
''I have been gifted a vision of your Fate'' Started the Oracle.
''By taking this opportunity, I came to warn you of things to come...''
Thinking about the statement from the ancient being, I stood up from my kneeling position and slowly made my way across the dusty attic floor and the many horded relics to stand before the great spirit. Once I was a meter away from the hunched woman, I squinted my eyes in order to closer examine her features, but a ragged hood blocked my sight. Giving up on trying to see her face I followed her words with a question.
''Warn me of my fate?''
''What might you mean, Oh great Oracle of Delphi?'' I questioned the spirit.
With a stream of green vapor coming out from what I presumed to be her mouth, she riddled me the answer I was asking for.
''Watch out for the symbol of Rho,
As it beholds death and mysteries untold,
Shall you come across the sign in the sheltered Cove,
Prepare yourself for a Dungeon filled with beasts unknown,
Whether alone or with those you trust,
Freed shall be the being long lost.''
Wheezed out the spirit before suddenly falling towards the floor where I instinctively managed to catch her.
Before any words could be further exchanged, an aura of pure black presence invaded the atmosphere of the attic and started to reach out, scratching towards the oracle and started to engulf her hunched frame. Frantically turning around and shouting for Hestia to help, I was greatly discouraged to see her knocked-out cold and lying atop the many ancient artifacts present in the attic of the Big House.
Before I could curse at my hapless situation, I felt the Oracle scratch at my wrists with her green nails.
''I'm afraid my time grows *gasp* short, but you shall see it for yourself...'' She croaked with great trouble.
Lifting a trembling arm, which was slowly being dissipated into green dust by the raging dark shadows that intruded the attic, it made a short arc towards my head. But before making contact, she said her last words as half her body was already nothing but dust.
''Do heed my warning, Son of Poseidon.''
''Because I'm afraid your true journey only began.'' She foreshadowed.
With those final words, her rough hand touched my temple as she started to quietly chant words in a tongue I could not decipher. Once her chant began, the shadows started to dive in and attack her hooded face with such vigor that in mere seconds they left nothing but her now visible grey lips. When the chant in the strange tongue was completed, I was hit by a shockwave so powerful it caused me to be flung across the attic with great force before my head slammed into the groin of a life-sized bronze statue of Hercules.
As my vision was starting to be covered in blotches of black and white, I heard a scuffle of feet as a now conscious Hestia tried to reach me in time. But before I could even mutter a single word in my hazed state, my body was overcome with painful convulsions that shook me to the core, and through my rapidly darkening vision, I saw as green mist starting to evaporate from my body before I was completely engulfed by darkness.
Then I knew no more.
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Pythias's Vision to Perseus.
Narrator POV
Once he opened his eyes, Perseus honestly thought to find himself to be resting in the infirmary, but instead he found himself curled up and lying on the floor of a great hall. The hall itself was void of life or any kind of beings, with a 15-meter-high pitch-black marble ceiling supported by equally dark marble walls.
Looking at his arm he found it to be see through and pale, like that of a ghost in the field of asphodel, but when he rubbed his palms against the floor in his lowered position he found his sense of touch to be fully intact as he felt the smooth and spotless material below him.
Slowly, raising into a crouch and then straightening himself out to stand at his full height, he looked around the empty hall.
''Hello?'' he called out, his voice echoing and reverberating around the lifeless hall.
''Anyone home?'' He tried again.
After minutes of waiting for any sounds or signs, the only reply was that of his own shallow breathes and the void like silence of the scarce chamber. Taking matters into his own hands, he started to explore the empty halls. But unsurprisingly he only encountered many pointless paths that led to nothing but more naked marble walls and other snaking paths which seemed to stretch as far as the eye can see.
As he took another turn down an illuminated corridor, he caught sight of a door at the end of the meandering path as he made out a glowing symbol in the middle of the door, inches above and leftwards of the smooth handle.
Rushing towards the only object that held any significant meaning he had encountered for what seemed like hours in his mindless wonderings around the halls, he went to reach for the handle before being rudely interrupted by a female voice that rang out seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
''Which soul wanders my home?'' echoed the intrigued voice.
Pausing in his steps, Perseus tried to make out the source of the sound before it spoke yet again.
''Oh, I see...are you the one who should free me from my prison, brave warrior?'' She asked him.
''Where am I? Who are you?'' He defensively fired, uncomfortable from being question by the Unknown entity.
''Relax young man for I am not here to cause you any harm.''
''I am Nyx, Primordial goddess of Night, one of few such beings left alive upon this Earth.'' Nyx concluded to a still defensive Perseus.
Not knowing whether to bow or not to a voice, he opted instead for asking yet another question.
''Why do you not appear before me?'' He asked Nyx.
''Frankly, I am incapable to do such thing as my real body is imprisoned in a dungeon far below the domain of my sister, Gaea.'' She informed him.
Perseus, knowing that Gaea has been forced to enter yet another deep slumber during the Giant war, felt it was smarter to not tell that to the Primordial just in-case she decides to wipe him out with a snap of a finger.
Thinking back to the words of Pythia in the attic of the Big House, he had a slight feeling that it was Nyx he would somehow have to free. So finally relaxing his stance, he conversed with the voice of Nyx.
''Who holds you captive, Lady Nyx?'' he asked.
''Unfortunately, I cannot speak of his name. But I can say that he has not visited the prison he built for me in millennia...In an attempt to silence me that was...'' she vocalized whilst muttering the last phrase.
''To silence you? What was the reasoning behind those actions?'' he interrogated.
''Sighhh, it is a long story which will have to be told another time I'm afraid.''
''But to put simply, a very long time ago, my children, whom you may know as The Fates, managed to give me a single vision where a green eyed and black-haired swordsman will release me from these chains. And I believe the vision is finally coming to pass...'' she finished.
Processing the information given by the Primordial of Night; Perseus started to look over his current predicament. And he found it surprising that for the first time in his life that a powerful being wasn't after his head for no apparent reason other than the fact of him being a demigod. So in his eyes this was already a much better start to, what he assumed to be, a quest than ever before. And Nyx didn't seem too bad herself, even if he could only hear her projected voice.
''In the name of my Honor, I, Perseus Jackson, promise to free Lady Nyx from her prison'' he declared out loud in a momentous tone.
Quickly, the dimly illuminated halls were passed with a dark shadow that seemed to circulate around the ghostly body of Perseus, seemingly analyzing him. After satisfied with their inspection of the demigod, they retreated into the blackened marble walls and a relieved voice of Nyx was once again heard in the halls.
''Thank you, Perseus.''
''I will aid you as much as I possibly can along your journey. To proceed, touch the engraving on the door and it shall lead your further along the vision my brave warrior...'' she said before her voice retreated into the thin air and I was once again accompanied by the void like silence, which lingered in the empty halls.
Taking the last few steps that led him to the foot of the door, Perseus briefly inspected the engraving on the wood.
The engraving was the symbol of Nyx, a crescent moon that pulsated with a power older than the gods themselves, yet Perseus couldn't help but have his thoughts drift off about a certain silver eyed goddess who was most likely ending her journey across the night sky in the mortal realm.
There is no time to think about her! I must wrap things up over here and return to Hestia, as quickly as possible. He thought to himself whilst vigorously shaking his head.
Finally, lifting his right arm and resting it against the symbol on the black door, it unlocked with a soft click and soundlessly swung outwards. Out of nowhere, Perseus was attacked with brilliant lights which forced him to cover his eyes and he had to allow them to adjust to the abrupt change of lighting. Once he wasn't forced to squint anymore at the attacking light, he took a step past the door and watched as it disappeared amongst with the dark halls of Nyx's home, simply into thin air.
And now Instead of the gloomy halls, he was met with completely different scenery.
In this part of the vision, he felt the familiar presence of sand which was cautiously littered below the feet of the Son of Poseidon accompanied with the un-dimmed, cloudless sky which was full of life as birds chirped their songs and flew around in great big colonies. Looking around, he saw that he was standing on a beach which was securely rooted inside of a massive, sheltered cove that seemed to spread out for miles on end. Turning around, he was met with the sight of moss ridden collapsed ancient architecture that started on the edge of the beach, then retreated into the face of a cliff.
Annabeth would love this... Perseus thought to himself sourly.
Moving onwards, towards the felled stone pillars and walls, he was genuinely fascinated by the enormity of the moss-covered structures.
In the past this must've been a temple or some sort of a protected haven for mortals or demigods. He wondered internally.
Striding towards the collapsed entrance of the ancient structure, he was surrounded with sounds of insects as they buzzed around the immediate area where nature started fight its own battle of overtaking the stone walls and fill it with florae. Keeping a steady pace, he feared not of being attacked as he was by some definition, a ghost.
And how wrong he was to assume that.
Jumping at the intimidating growl from behind an overgrown bundle of thorny bushes, Perseus faced the source of the sound and slowly started to back away deeper into the ancient grounds when the beast let out another deep growl, this time it was so close that he could feel the hot breath be blown into his face.
Perseus, who expected the beast to leap out of the bushes, was shamelessly forced to fall flat on his ass when the absolute unit of a monster stepped out from behind one of larger pillars.
Paling at the sight of the beast, Percy was deeply rooted to his fallen spot.
Now don't be fooled, the young man took part in a fair share of battles which made him into a well renowned warrior, but this beast was different. Perseus couldn't identify the beast from any myths he could remember and he couldn't even recall seeing something like this ever before in his short life.
The beast took shape of a large crocodilian with a pair of sharp toothed jaws present at each joint of its body, and was standing at roughly 40 feet tall. Most of its body was encased in thick armour that was of a tint between purple and black, protecting all its vital points and organs with 40 centimeters of the unidentified material.
{AU. Google ''Rough Cipactli Sketches by Tim During'' to see it for yourselves}
Perseus let his instincts take over, deciding that it was a smart time to take flight as this version of his ghostly body was missing his trusty pen- fuck that, even with riptide he would've probably made a haste exit, not even beginning to think how the sword would be able to penetrate that set of armour.
But just as he launched to his feet and was about to begin running a zig-zagged path deeper into the ruins, his instincts told him to duck, and just as he did, he felt something pass at high speeds just millimeters above his nape. This flying projectile of some sort was closely followed by a screech of pain and a hiss of burning flesh.
Whipping around he saw how the intimidating creature was now sporting a hole the size of a Honda Civic, which passed straight through its chest and left the outer edges of its skin and bones to be burned away by a black flame. The beast, who was equally surprised as me, died standing with a look of pain and confusion before slowly tipping over and face plating into jagged stones.
As I promised, I will protect you on your journey Perseus. Came the voice of Nyx in his mind.
Still staring at the scene that just occurred in front of him seconds ago, he abruptly came to his senses and gave a manly shriek at the goddess.
''What the actual FUCK was that thing!?'' He exclaimed out loud before shuffling away from the beast's head, which landed only a few inches away from his feet.
Well, that thing as you so said, is called a Cipactli. It will be best for you to research it and its other brethren when you return to the mortal realm. Said Nyx, before retreating from his mind.
''Whatever the hades that just was, I would prefer to face it in my actual body.'' He muttered to no one as he was once again left alone.
Now with the intruder happily gone, Perseus once again returned to exploring the ruins. He was searching for the symbol of Rho as previously instructed by the Oracle of Delphi.
Luckily, it didn't take long for him to stumble- sorry- 'stealthily' stumble through a bush that blocked his path, and as he was too busy taking out the thorns that managed to lodge themselves in his arms, he accidentally overlooked-
Wait a second.
I'm a ghost for fucks sake, so how is it possible for me to be physically hurt? He thought angrily.
Now that he was distracted by both thorns and other many unexplainable occurrences, he didn't see the wall that seemingly appeared in front of him. Obviously, he saw it in time and managed to stop himself from making a very bad pancake, but without the pan bit.
Or did he?
Rubbing his head and glaring at the wall in pure annoyance, his eyes suddenly widened when he noticed the symbol Rho drawn upon the moss-covered material. Whilst wiping away the moss, his contact with the letters caused there to be a deep rumble of mechanism heard deep from within the walls themselves.
Stepping back and dropping into a crouch as the stone split itself perfectly in half and began to open in on itself, the mechanisms that were causing this movement began to screech in defiance as they worked overtime for the first time in decades.
Preferring to watch everything from a safe distance, Perseus braced himself for everything and anything that could possibly leap out from the unknown once the doors fully opened. Whilst waiting for the stone doors to unlock, he paid attention to how the steadily growing crack in the doors caused the light around him to be seemingly sucked in, replaced by a feeling of despair which caused Percy to inevitably shiver.
After a few long minutes of waiting, Perseus was now crouched affront of the dark entrance which had little to no lighting, forcing him to squint into the darkness.
Compared to the smooth marble walls that Percy began his vision in, the walls beyond this very entrance were jagged and sharp with what seemed to be dark patches of liquid splattered against them for as far as the eye can see. The path onwards looked narrow and long, twisting slightly to the right and gently leading deeper into the ground.
Before Percy could assess anything else, he was rudely interrupted by piercing scream followed by a humiliating laugh echoing against the walls, far, far deeper than where he was currently standing.
''What in the Scooby Dooby Doo shit is this?'' He said out loud, taking a small step towards the entrance.
As he internally debated whether it would be worth it to explore further in, he remembered the words of the Oracle.
''Prepare yourself for a Dungeon filled with beasts unknown,
Whether alone or with those you trust''
Without even reaching a concrete decision, he felt his ghostly arms start to burn and watched as they turned into grey mist as his eyes grew heavy, feeling the pending arrival of the mother of all headaches starting to form in the center of his head.
Clutching his head with the stubs that were left of his hands due to his very own being disappearing, he managed to hear a high pitched and rusted voice half snarl/growl from within the deepest depths of the cave system, seconds before being stolen out of the vision.
''I will be waiting, half-blood...''
End of vision
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Mortal Realm
Hestia POV
During the whole incident with the appearance of the Oracle of Delphi, I was knocked unconscious and only later awoke to the sight of a convulsing Percy who was bleeding profusely from a gash on his head and later falling into a deep slumber.
He became my champion for less than an hour and already caused more trouble than Ares could ever manage in a year. And that alone spoke volumes. She thought to herself.
After he fell unconscious, I instantly flashed us to Apollos' temple and got the bemused sun god to heal him by using a cover up story that he simply fell and hit his head against riptide. Afterall, it seemed like such a Percy thing to do.
Since then he was left to rest on a hospital bed in one of Apollos' many wards for the past four days, not responding to any sensory actions yet his condition being relatively stable except for random incoherent mumbles and jitters.
Breathing out yet another long sigh, I once again sat down by the still unconscious man as I flashed a book into my hands and prepared to spend another long day by the side of my champion. Just before I even opened my book about homecooked meals, I was backhanded across the face as Percy clutched his head with his elbows and exclaimed something along the lines of, ''Fuck you Scooby Dooby Doo and fuck you too Fred!''
...
Utterly confused at what's happening, I hastily called for Apollo whilst gently removing Percy's hands from his temples and whispering soothing words to relax his currently frantic state.
Surprised, I heard a certain sun God let out a high-pitched laugh as I turned around to see him holding a camera in one hand and snapping pictures away with the other.
''HAHAH, Hermes needs to see these!'' He laughed away to his heart's content.
Slapping Apollo upside the head, I managed to cease his blaring laughs and get him to flash away the two offending objects in his hands, instantly forcing him to let out a weak cough and go straight into doctor mode with just a single stern look.
Returning our attention back to the stirring patient, I asked the sun god.
''How long have you been here Apollo?''.
''Long enough to get perfect material for blackmail purposes'' He replied with a perfectly straight face as he closely examined the Heartbeat Monitor and the Status Machine, both which were professionally connected to Percy via an assortment of colorful cables.
Remembering Percy's backhanded slap seconds ago, I grabbed Apollos's attention once more.
''Keep those and do send me a copy.'' I told the Doctor.
''Aye Aye, Captain.'' He replied without turning from the dual monitors.
Letting Apollo do his job, I let him finish doing the many rehearsed vital checks as I patiently sat down and watched on with concern. After a few more squirms and even more jumbled words from Percy, I observed him as he fluttered his eyes open and stared confusedly at his surroundings.
''We-where am I?'' He croaked, starring distastefully at the colorful cables protruding from his arms.
Summoning a glass of water I passed it to Percy, and spoke as he graciously accepted my offer.
''You have been unconscious for four days, and we are in Apollos's infirmary on Olympus.'' I informed my champion whilst moving closer to inspect him and make sure that he was fine for my own benefit.
''Yes, that would explain the great big idiot who's currently laughing away in the corner.'' He scoffed, sitting up and removing the cables inserted in his arms.
''I wouldn't be so smart mouthed if I was you, Cuz. What was it you said again..?'' Apollo pretended to remember, frowning as he rubbed his chin with his right hand.
Letting out yet another sigh, I was contemplating if I should sit back and let the scene before me play out but, alas, it was getting boring and repetitive fast and I was still too interested in finding what exactly happened in the attic of the Big House those very four days ago.
''Apollo!'' I called out the god.
''Thank you, but that would be all. I need to discuss some urgent matters with my champion.'' I said to the god as he let out a smirk, followed with a cheeky wink at which I just raised a single eyebrow.
''Of course, Aunt Hestia. I'll get back to wooing my ladi-I mean driving the sun chariot! You know, it's a very tough thing that is!'' He quickly corrected himself as he made his way to the door.
With a subtle laugh he started to sing the Scooby Doo Theme song whilst giving a light wave over his shoulder, later disappearing in a flash of golden light.
Percy POV
''Did he just start singing the Scooby Doo Theme song or was that all in my head?'' I asked Hestia as she helped me stand onto my feet.
''I'm not sure what you mean Percy.'' She said, pulling a confused face.
''Whatever. I must be still recovering from that stupid vision.'' I said whilst starting to remember all the contents of the vision gifted to me by Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, which was by far the longest and scariest vision I was ever gifted.
''What ever did happen that caused you to pass out?'' Asked an interested Hestia.
''Well, she gave me a warning and some sort of a vision before sending me flying into the bronze dick of a life-sized statue of Hercules, with an unnecessary shockwave might I add, who's a massive dick already as it is.'' I told Hestia, as she opened one of her fire portals to who knows where.
But just before I could step through, she turned around with an incredulous look before realizing that I was completely serious about my previous statement.
Suddenly, she burst into fits of giggles as if imagining me being knocked out by the statue of Hercules.
''What's so funny?'' I asked her once she composed herself.
''Imagine if I died and my gravestone said:
Here lies the twice Saviour of Olympus.
Cause of death – Incapacitated by the dingus of Hercules.
I don't think Apollo would ever live it down, probably visit Elysium to personally laugh in my face!'' I grumbled as the scary thought entered my head.
''Imagine already being dead and then fated to be pestered by a cocky sun god for all eternity? Yeah, no thanks. '' I carried on.
Hestia, who seemed to find it very hilarious, turned her previous fits of giggles into full blown laughter whilst simultaneously clutching her stomach with one hand and wiping away her tears with the other.
''Ha-ha, laugh it up Hestia.'' I told the goddess who seemed to only laugh harder and fall to the ground as her knees gave out.
Not amused in the slightest I gave up on the broken goddess and her stupid portal, deciding to make my own way out of the sun god's temple.
Minutes after seeing myself out, my path was blocked by the aforementioned goddess as she flashed herself in-front of me, all signs of laughter wiped from her face as she now looked relaxed but more so concerned. Most likely about my vision that I briefly mentioned to her earlier.
''Ok-ok, Percy, all jokes aside, what vision where you talking about?'' She asked, deeply intrigued as her eyes burned with curiosity and concern about what I witnessed.
''Can we grab something to eat first?'' I questioned the goddess, just as my stomach gave a prolonged groan.
Showing a light hint of a growing smile, Hestia just motioned for me to hold onto her arm as she flashed us to a place called Monster Donut, a familiar food chain which made me reminisce about how Tyson bought some Donuts during our quest for the Golden Fleece.
Hestia, who already opened the door and was holding it open for me to enter whilst I was caught in my memories, got confused when I suddenly froze. Remembering that only monsters where able to buy the - surprisingly delicious - products they had on offer I caught sight of a group of dracaenas licking their lips and hissing in my direction. I was about to voice my concerns to the carefree goddess before she grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.
Instantly surrounded by all the monsters present in the shop, I started to reach out for riptide in case any one of them made a move., however, it was not needed as Hestia simply paused mid-order and with a single glare combined with a flare of her aura forced them all to retreat and retake their now empty seats.
Letting out a sigh I didn't know I was holding; I sent a triumphant smirk at all present to fully assert my dominance.
Not caring for their angered hisses that followed, I joined Hestia's side and began to look at the limited menu above the cashier's head, who just had to be a 7-foot 3 cyclops.
''What did you get?'' I asked Hestia as she finished placing her order and started to head for an empty table by the window.
''12 Bloodied Kreme's, 6 Demigod Wraps and two of today's Dessert of Day, which so happens to be the infamous Jackson Jaffa Flakes.'' She said whilst smirking at me.
''First of all, they all sound absolutely absurd and unappetizing. Secondly, why is there a whole infamous dessert named after me?'' I told her whilst sitting down, my back facing towards the window.
''My day just seems to get worse and worse by the minute.'' I carried on as my patron also sat down beside me.
Hestia, who wisely chose to ignore my rambling, decided to interest herself with reading the 'Monster Donut Daily Cooking Guide by Helen the Hellhound'.
Not even bothering with questioning the title and author of the guide, I simply decided to close my eyes and wait for our order to be brought out to us.
Hopefully it will be in one piece and edible. I thought to myself as my stomach grumbled once more, begging to be filled with anything at this point.
Brought out of my inner musings by the loud clatter of poorly packaged food, by a Hellhound with the nametag Helen attached to her fur with the use of a hair clip, I eyed our food to find it covered in dog slobber, which was now dripping onto the table and most likely soaking the boxes inside which contained our food.
''Thank you, Helen!'' said Hestia joyfully as the Hellhound merely bowed its head and went back to take another order.
Using her fire powers she evaporated the dog slobber, which was now starting to pool on the table and was absorbed into the brown paper bags. Once all signs of monster salvia were eliminated, she checked the contents of the bag and with a nod of her head she stood up and folded the 'Monster Donut Daily Cooking Guide by Helen the Hellhound' under her arm and opened one of her trademark portals.
''Come, Percy, lets enjoy our food somewhere more private.''
Without any complaints to her statement, I waited for her to pass through the portal before I caught myself and flipped the bird to that same group of dracaenas who wouldn't stop glaring at me since and throughout the whole time I was in the shop.
With a satisfying shrill hiss from the group of humanoid monster women, I stepped through the portal with a lopsided grin present on my face.
Narrator POV
Once stepping foot through the portal, Perseus found a picnic already laid out on the grass a top of a mountain which overlooked a small city far, far below them and surrounded on all sides by endless sea. The weather was warm and bright, the skies light blue and without any hint of gray in a beautiful tandem with a gentle breeze which cooled the skin to seemingly the most optimum temperatures, countering the sun's heat.
Overall, it was perfect.
''This is Mount Aenos, Kefalonia. One of my few favorite locations since the Old Times when Greece was the true home to the gods.'' Said the goddess with a faraway look in her golden eyes.
Bopping his head as a silent reply to Hestia, Perseus drank in the view present before he took a deep breath of the Autumn air into his lungs.
''It feels like Home, Hestia'' he said before taking a seat and staring at the mesmerizing food laid out before his eyes.
''It is also home to Alexios the Eagle Bearer.'' She informed him before unpacking the food ordered minutes ago from Monster Donut. [AU. 5 points to anyone who knows Alexios xD]
Perseus, who didn't hear Hestia's comment about the Eagle Bearer, was currently wolfing down the weirdly delicious Jackson Jaffa Flakes, filling the land with moans of pleasure as the food began to slowly fulfil his prolonged hunger.
Without disrupting the demigod's lunch, Hestia simply sat on the orange blanket laid out below them and waited for her Champion to finish before deciding to asking him about his vision. After only a few short minutes and a poorly suppressed belch from Percy, the demigod laid down and rubbed his bloated stomach.
''I believe it is time you tell me everything about you vision, Percy.''
''And don't skip out a single detail.'' she spoke.
Complying with the goddess in the space of a heartbeat, he went off on his wicked tale about the imprisoned Primordial of Night, the strange 40-foot-tall armored creature and the unknown entrance the lead to depths much deep than Tartarus.
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Chains will be cast in the Palace of Night,
Of the chasing shadows there will be no sight.
His soul left to wander the blackened lands,
Past the gate within the devils' hands.