What's up readers, thanks for tuning in. I know it seemed like I had gone missing with the amount of time in between this chapter and the last. I apologize for that, I was taking some time off I guess, reevaluating my ideas for the story and making sure I have it all planned out, and I do. The next update shouldn't be as long, I'll try to do better.

Here we go, skip this if you're not interested.

Shadowhunter2077: "Loved the talk between Harper and Levi, I just hope Levi don't get redemed because to me even Luke (anoter character that to me didn't deserved a redemption) have a better "reason" to do what he did, but Levi he's helping the being who throw his owns childrens into Tartarus just because they were ugly, and not only that but Ouranos also what's to wage war against others pantheons, I just hope he (Levi) dies a very painful death.

Also are you going to introduce a new pantheon in each book, it will be funny to see each pantheon forced to work together otherwise they will all be destoyed, also I really excited to see Thor or Odin in action, I think in these story Odin will be Zeus equal in power.

Also I find weird that Hephaestus and the First Cyclops are working for Ouranos, because first Hephaestus has no reason to work for him and second Ouranos was the one who throw the First Cyclops in Tartarus in the first place, so I really want to see what your explanation will be."

Response: Thanks for the review, and yeah, I meant for Levi to be hateable in that chapter. And no, I won't introduce a pantheon in each book, this story is greek foremost and first, so sorry. And yeah, I'll make Odin close to Zeus. About Hephaestus and the Cyclops, Ouranos is corrupting them, using all of his energy to basically get in their heads.

darkwalker11: "another great chapter, though I dont think Hephaestus would willingly join them, is it like Gaea whispering in the ears of people?"

Response: You're right, Hephaestus would not. Ouranos is influencing him, he can influence gods as well as demigods. Thanks for the review.

thesuperone342:"Damn the conversation between Levi and Harper was top tier, holy shit. It was awesome, like something out of Code Geass or something. I can't wait for the two to fight and for Harper to kill him lol. Also, Harper's friends getting killed is something I did not see coming lol. I was expecting them to be like a social circle for her or something but then bam, they're dead. At least Aiden got out okay from the whole thing. Only problem is that I do feel like Harper kind of gave up on Logan a little too quickly but other than that, great chapter. I can't wait for the next one."

Response: Thanks man, being compared to Code Geass is a huge compliment. And yeah, those deaths came pretty unexpected huh? I try to subvert expectations, glad to see it worked. I agree it was a bit quick to cut things off with Logan, but we'll be moving into quest territory soon, so I had to do it. Anyway, thanks for the review, and I enjoyed the Sea of Monsters arc on your story, can't wait for the next.

Jay: "Zane vs the Storm Bringers would be Gyarados's worst nightmare with all that lightning that he has a four times weakness against lol.

All in all I need more Talon and Malachi almost gay bromance.

Levi is so fucking dumb and hypocritical that it makes even Luke sound reasonable. Instead of cannibal father Kronos I'll support the grandfather that shoved his ugly monster kids back up his Wife's Vagina.

No wonder Gaia wanted to cut the bitch up."

Response: Gyrados' worst nightmare lol, I never watched or played Pokémon, but I know his weakness is lightning, so that's funny. About Talon and Malachi...just wait for the quest, those two will be on it. And yeah, I meant for Levi to be hateable in the last chapter, so his unreasonable attitude was intentional.

NiHaR OP: "Damn Emma and London dead, Levi is badass tho, I thought Matt was going to come back this chap. Camp battle scene is the one I'm waiting for"

Response: Yeah, that came out of nowhere didn't it? And no, Matt won't be back for a bit, at least not with the others. Thanks for the review though NiHaR.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (except the OC's) Percy Jackson & The Olympians, Heroes Of Olympus, or Trials Of Apollo. All of that belongs to Rick Riordan.

5. My Dad And I Become Detectives

Matt

My father and I landed back on his island with a crash.

Off on another quest apparently, and this time, we were going to confront a god.

As I walked the small sandy plain, I remembered the multiple training sessions I went through.

I could describe them in great detail, but really, it consisted of endurance training and controlling my anger. I know that sounds simple, but it was the opposite.

For the first...well, month or so, now that I know I had trained for a year and not two months, I spent entire day periods holding immeasurable weight. I don't know how father did it, but I guess being the god of strength he could summon super heavy objects. He would conjure a pillar like thing, and I would have to hold it from morning until nightfall. The purpose was to build stamina, and to concentrate my strength into a certain point, that point being my wrists and hands, this helped me master the red aura. Don't ask me how much it weighed exactly, but I think I remember asking my father one time, and he replied with "Think of it as a mini-Atlas burden."

After that month, when I could hold the pillar with ease, I moved on to striking combinations. My father knew various techniques from all of his exploits, Roman and Greek alike, with some Asian stuff involved as well. I got so used to holding Viribus that it became like a part of me, and my strikes developed into skilled, lethal attacks.

I began going through the motions, for weeks fighting with the air and visualizing an actual battle. Hercules told me that it would be more "immersive" to imagine dozens of monsters attacking me, and it kind of worked, due to my decent imagination and love for video games. After he decided that I was good enough, I began to spar with him. He was beyond me by far, but over time I got better, and as I got better, he began to take me more seriously. Towards the end, I had gotten so good that I managed to wound him some.

The last and most important thing from my training was gaining full control of the red aura. This consisted of my father pissing me off, utilizing my greatest sources of hatred and not exploding, but instead letting it flow over me.

You see, my father had come up with a pretty good analogy for my strength. It was like a river, he said, flowing normally, but when I get angry, it turns into a rapid. He said this was a good thing, because increased water pressure means more strength. But he said that I needed to control it, to contain it inside and not let it take over.

"You have to let it flow over you, but not control you. There's a difference, Matt." He had said.

"Why are we like this?"

"I don't know, but we are. You and I are the only ones on the planet with this ability. We draw strength from our rage, and it needs to be kept in check, otherwise we make stupid decisions."

For weeks I had learned to control it, every vision, every worry and source of anger clear in my mind. Consisting of Ouranos, a lot more of Ouranos, Harper with another person, my friends forgetting about me, becoming a loner again, that kind of stuff. It brought out the red aura, and I had to control it, I had to make it work for me instead of work by itself. It was hard, but I managed to do it, and that's why in the Krios fight, I was able to use it in short bursts and on certain parts of my body. If my strength is like water, and I can bend it, then I can send it wherever I want, including my arms.

Back to the present, we walked towards our Camp, probably the last time I would see my old tent. I had honestly grown kind of fond of it. Sleeping in the same one for a year will do that to you I guess.

I was still confused as to why we had to come back here though, and really...the whole quest itself.

"Father." I called.

He ignored, walking ahead of me, Kyros perched on his shoulder.

"Father!" I said louder.

He turned, "What?"

"Can you tell me exactly what's going to happen, and why we're back here?"

He studied me, and sighed, probably debating whether he should waste the time.

"I already told you, we're going to find out what's wrong with Hephaestus. Although I have a pretty good idea. And as for this island, we're here to prepare, and gather supplies. I don't know how long this will take."

I frowned, "What's up with that? Why would Hephaestus help Ouranos?"

He began packing food and other stuff in a large pack, not facing me. But his voice was clear, "Another thing you should know by now, is that Ouranos doesn't mess around. He can influence gods, and get in their head. I doubt Hephaestus is doing his work willingly, I believe Ouranos is corrupting him."

It made sense, that Ouranos could do something like that. It also made sense as to why he rarely fought himself, probably because he was too weak from using his strength to influence and give power to others. I would guess he had done the same thing with those two strange men.

"And if he is corrupted? We fight him?"

Hercules finished packing and stood up, the pack on his back like a school bookbag.

"Look, I'm gonna explain it once, so pay attention. Our quest right now, is to go to his workshop in Mount St. Helens. I know you've probably been taught that gods can't go into other gods territories. That's bullshit. We can, it's just...frowned upon."

"Frowned upon?"

"Yeah. It's not like there's a barrier blocking you from going in, it's just a rude thing to do that's all. Now, if the god or goddess tries to keep you from going in, that's a different story..."

"The quest." I reminded him.

"Right. Anyway, we find out if he's corrupted or not, and what he's working on in his shop. If anything is suspicious, we take him to Mount Olympus and discuss it with the other gods. I know he's not much of a fighter, but don't let that rep fool you, he's still a god, and he's a powerful one. So if he puts up a fight, don't hold back."

I thought about fighting Hephaestus, an Olympian. I mean, he was more of a builder, not a brawler, but still...

"Then what?" I asked.

Hercules shrugged, "We go back to your camp, where you and your buddies can go on some journey to stop the other minions of Ouranos."

"Like those two strange guys?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

We stood in silence for a moment, until he asked, "Need anything?"

I looked around, "Nah, I'm good to go."

Kyros flew from his shoulder and transformed into his true form, a very large eagle fit for four Hercules sized people.

He saddled his pet, looking at me expectantly, "Well? Let's go!"

I frowned, "We're flying there? Why not just teleport?"

"That would alert Hephaestus of our arrival, and I don't want to give him a head start to hide any projects he might be working on."

I understood, "Makes sense." I figured a god's aura could be well read by others if they used it.

I hopped on Kyros' back behind my father, taking one last look at the Island I had called home for a year. This would be the last time I saw it. A part of me was relieved, and another part was bittersweet, like I was saying goodbye to an old friend.

I got over it soon though, knowing that the place I would be at soon was a lot better. Camp Half-Blood.

Kyros took off, uprooting sand everywhere from the flapping of his huge wings. We soon entered the sky hundreds of feet above, I felt pretty comfortable up here, Zeus being my grandfather and all. The wind blew back my longer hair and whistled in my ear, but not to the point where it was annoying. No, everything was okay.

We flew for a few minutes, passing other Islands and clouds, the mist of them washing over my body occasionally. It didn't bother me, to be honest it was actually kind of refreshing.

I closed my eyes, honestly enjoying the peace of the day for once. No hectic exercise, no Ourae to fight, just me and pops flying in the sky.

That is until he interrupted with, "So, you wanna talk about the fight?"

I opened my eyes, confusion hazed in them. "Why would I want to talk about it?"

He turned his head slightly, "You uh...have a few of the titan's remains on you, son."

I looked down and for the first time, I noticed golden ichor covered me from head to toe. I figured it would disappear after Krios faded, but...no, I guess it stuck to me.

I stupidly tried to rub it off, to no avail.

"Uh, I didn't notice..."

He chuckled, "Nothing wrong with it kid, the asshole was trying to kill you. I'm just wondering how you're handling it. Not sure if you've ever killed anything other than a monster."

I thought about it, and a memory of Texas flashed through my mind, where we had been introduced to the dangerous Big Four. A legion of demigods accompanied them, and I remember darting around and punching them with full strength, immediately killing them. I had never really dwelled on it, as the intensity of the moment called for action, and everything after that was chaotic, so I never really had time to register that I had taken lives...

I remember saying that I wouldn't kill any demigod, only monsters. Well, I suppose I broke that vow. But the thing was, we were kind of at war, and casualties...happened. Ouranos' guys would kill everyone I cared about within a second if given the opportunity, so why should I think twice about doing what's necessary?

I mean, maybe I should have a problem with demigods, and to tell the truth...I do have a problem with that, even though they work for Ouranos, the psycho had probably persuaded them with lies. So in the end, it may have not been their fault.

On the other hand, Krios was a Titan. He was an immortal being that could only die if he was completely forgotten, or...stabbed with the Heavenly Diamond Spear. I hadn't forgotten about the rarest metal in our world, and the fact that it could physically kill immortals...and Primordials.

Of course I had thought about using it against Ouranos. After all, that seems to be the only way to get rid of the crazy sky god. But then again, I had Viribus, a club made of wood from the Adam Tree. Father had told me that if used properly, it could defeat anything. But could it defeat Ouranos?

The point is, Krios wasn't really dead, he was back in Tartarus. And even if he was dead, it didn't matter, he deserved it.

I was so deep in thought that I barely heard my father snapping his fingers, "You there, kid?"

I came out of it, "Yeah, I'm good. And I have killed other beings besides monsters."

He remained silent.

"I did what I had to, okay. Let's just focus on Hephaestus."

He simply nodded, and Kyros gained speed.

The giant eagle was so big that I was able to lay back on him like a recliner, looking straight up at the sky. The sun was behind me, so it wasn't blinding. Instead I gazed at the speeding white clumps passing by, each one a unique shape, one looked like a boat, one looked like a baby, one even looked like a potato chip. This went on for a while, my father completely silent, and me trying to determine cloud shapes. Every time I focused my eyes I was able to basically see things in slow motion. I know that begs the question, "do things move in slow motion all the time?" The answer is no, they don't. It only happens when I concentrate and squint my eyes.

That's how I was able to identify the cloud shapes, because Kyros was booking it now for some reason. We had to be going the speed of two jet planes combined, and it made me wonder if something was following us.

I remained on my back, "Is something wrong?" I called out over the wind.

"Huh?" Hercules responded obliviously.

I tilted my head up, "Why is Kyros moving so fast? I get we gotta confront Hephaestus, but damn, you're gonna work him to death!"

Hercules scoffed, "Kyros is a creation of Zeus, kid. He has infinite stamina, all that good stuff, so I wouldn't worry about animal cruelty."

I knew Kyros' story by now, as father had told me one night on the Island after training. Apparently centuries ago when Hercules became a god, Zeus figured he should have a companion on the Island, a sidekick if you will, so he gave him Kyros. Father saw the whole thing, in which Zeus plucked a hair from his white beard and morphed it into an eagle with lightning. It was pretty cool, having a pet that literally came from Zeus himself, and Kyros lived up to his status.

But right now, I could sense that the Eagle was alert and even...fearful.

That was very rare, Kyros was extremely brave. How do I know this? Well, with Kyros, I can kind of understand his emotions by sensing them. The street went two ways, as he could sense both Hercules, and my emotions. It was like a zoological connection, and right now, the radar was going crazy.

"Father" I said urgently, "You sense that too, right?"

He noticed now, "Yeah, I do." He leaned down to Kyros and patted him, "What's wrong, buddy? What's out there?"

"You don't sense anything?" I asked.

He looked back at me with annoyance, "Do you?"

I felt the surrounding area for any powerful auras, to find nothing. It was like a sixth sense, and it usually worked.

"No, I don't sense anything. Why would that matter? You're the god here."

He shook his head, "Aura sensing is a god's ability, son. I don't know how you have it, but it's rare, and if you don't sense anything, then I won't either."

I was kinda shocked, a god's ability? I mean, I'm pretty sure I've heard that before, but I couldn't remember.

He read my shocked face, "That's right. How many other demigods do you know have that ability?"

I thought about it, and couldn't think of many. I knew Malachi also had the ability, and...well, that was it, him and I.

But it still didn't make sense, "Does it always work?"

"Most of the time."

I looked around for anything visual, and saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Why the hell was Kyros spooked?

Hercules seemed to read my mind, "I don't know, something isn't right though. Keep an eye out."

I nodded, and kept my eye on our surroundings, focusing when I thought I saw something weird. At one point I nearly leapt off and attacked a moving object, but stopped myself when I registered it was a pelican.

This went on for an hour, Kyros remained alert and went even faster than before, my father and I completely clueless as to why.

I decided to lay back again and take a nap. Hephaestus was most likely under Ouranos's control, and getting him to Mount Olympus wouldn't be a walk in the park, so I needed some rest.

Maybe ten minutes after I closed my eyes, I felt a ping on my sensing radar. It was like a flash of light in my brain, a tingle in my neck, immediately putting me on edge.

I opened my eyes quickly, greeted with dozens of gray clouds and strobes of lightning in them.

"What the hell?!" I yelled, rain now emerging from the clouds, each lukewarm drop hitting my by the hundred, bouncing off of my body and flying in the wild wind. It was like a hurricane, my hair wet and body soaked.

My father wasn't safe, the rain resembling hail, flying at us like rapid bullets. His hair was greasy with water, his exposed upper body slick and covered with the clear liquid.

"I have no idea!" He yelled back finally, trying to steer Kyros in the right direction. The poor bird was frantic through all of this rain and wind. The elements were so strong that I could feel him slow down greatly, swerving and swaying, his feathers heavy with water, weighing him down a bit.

Lightning flashed every moment, blasts of thunder followed, echoing across the sky with force.

I tried to locate the source, was it Ouranos? Was he really strong enough to attack us directly?

I looked up, it was difficult to focus with all of Kyros' movement, but I managed to notice two glowing blue figures darting around in the gray like squirrels in a tree. I felt water enter my eyes, hating the feeling of that, I had to close them and rub them until I felt it safe to look again.

I glanced back up, only to find them gone, the strobes of lightning continued, but no blue figures.

"Damn it!"

Father looked up as well, "What are you on about?!"

"I saw them! The sources!"

He gritted his teeth, "Are they up there?"

I felt my radar, looking and looking...there! I found them, in the distance a bit, circling around in the same place.

"Go forward!"

Father nodded and held Kyros tight, "Hold on!"

I grabbed Kyros just before the bird took off with incredible speed, zooming straight to the source within seconds.

The source must have thought we would be slow, because it only darted away once we got three meters from it. Both of them fled, gone from my radar.

"Where'd they go?!" Father yelled, the wind and rain so wild now, everything was basically impossible to see. The foreseeable world was covered in a wall of falling water and gray thunderclouds.

"I don't know!" I called back, desperately searching for the figures.

We sensed for a few seconds, trying to find these...things. I was hardly expecting them to show back up, and certainly not expecting them to knock me off.

That's what happened.

Literally ten seconds after they disappeared, I felt an immense force right next to me and a blinding blue light in my vision. Too late, next thing I knew I felt two flat objects slam into me, very hard, forcing me off of Kyros.

"MATT!" I heard my father shout, his voice fading away with the distance that passed. I was dazed for a moment, not registering what had happened, that of course changed when a painful sting shot up my side.

Damn, they had actually hurt me...pretty bad. I felt my side, and noticed it was the same spot that Krios had cut open.

That's odd, it's like they knew where to strike...

I couldn't contemplate it further, I needed to have a soft landing, despite my throbbing side. I spun myself one hundred and eighty degrees, clapped at the air with a thunderous boom, and felt my fall slow.

But instead of relief, I felt yet another force slam into me, this time in my back...the same spot where Krios had stabbed me with his horn.

Okay, this was not a coincidence, these guys knew about the fight.

These guys...

There were two of them.

The realization hit me like a dump truck, these were the two strange men in my visions, and they were coming after me.

My body throbbed and stung with horrible pain, I noticed blue humanoids circling me, passing through the clouds like they were portals.

I sensed them come after me again, but this time I was ready. I concentrated strength into my palms and caught their fists, two shockwaves resulting.

They struggled against my grip, I was trying to pull them in so I could see their faces, but they were damn strong. We all fell quickly, the water below coming up rapidly, I needed to get away.

I let them go and prepared to escape, but as soon as I released, I felt two strong legs connect with my stomach, sending me flying to the right, through the rain and wind. I crashed on a nearby Island, small and made of sand only, no trees, just sand. If they followed me here, I would definitely see their faces.

I ignored the pain in my body, bringing my fists up in a fighting position, ready to take these guys on. I wasn't sure if I could beat them, two to one, they were very strong. It made me question, who the hell were they?

I saw no sign of my father. The guy was a god, so where the hell was he? The dude should come down here with me so we could beat the crap out of these guys, but no, he was leaving me in the Lion's Den! Or maybe they were attacking him now? I had no idea, this damn rain and wind was messing with my head.

My questions were answered when I saw two bolts of lightning soar from the sky and clash with the ground in front of me. Two figures stood in the blue light, one taller and bigger than the other, but the other not a wimp by any means.

The lightning disappeared from them, but that made it even harder to see, due to the crazy weather.

Then it hit me, these guys were the source of this damn weather...they were literally making it difficult to see them.

I was half blinded, but I could see the outlines of their bodies. The one on the left was maybe six foot three, very muscular, and I think he had short hair. I also noted a large war hammer on his back, the square metal part peeking from his side.

The other was my height, six foot even probably, leaner and skinnier than me and the other figure. He seemed to have a fur cloak on his shoulder, not even weighed down from the water, he had longer, more unruly hair than the other figure, I looked down at his waist, a curved battle axe sat there comfortably.

We stood there, in a standoff of some sorts, only I couldn't see them clearly. But I could sense them, and they were very powerful. Both of them combined could overwhelm me...and even my father individually. I ask again, who the hell are these guys? I couldn't think of a single greek half blood that rivaled my power other than Malachi, let alone two. Did Zeus have this many affairs? Or was it another Ouranos situation?

No, Malachi would know if he had brothers. So who did these guys belong to?

I couldn't think further, the two men disappeared with dual flashes, reappearing right beside me, both weapons drawn, crackling with electricity.

They swung them skillfully at both my head and legs, one man for each. I wasn't expecting them to be this good, but I managed to jump and duck at the same time, narrowly avoiding the strikes.

They caught me with their arms, both hands gripping my throat and collarbone, I felt my body forced backward, then the impact of the sandy ground.

I felt the wind knocked from me, I gasped in shock, both hands pressed hard, and they seemed to be...reaching for my necklace.

Why did they want Viribus? Was it a strategy to take away my weapon? But if that's true, then how did they know it transformed from a necklace to a club?

Ouranos had probably told them. I quickly grabbed both of their hands and forced them away long enough to dig my feet in the ground and push myself backwards.

I kipped up, Viribus still secure.

Both of them chuckled, their voices deep.

"Slippery one, eh brother?" The shorter one said.

"Indeed, gonna have to get serious, we are." The big one replied.

They had accents, almost Irish. No...definitely Irish. Or maybe Scottish? The point is, they weren't from the United States, or North America.

They raised up from their bent positions, their shadows in the dark atmosphere. I noticed dark gray begin to swirl around our little battlefield, encompassing us in a circle. Any trace of blue sky was gone, replaced with a night like state. I held my fists at the ready, turning around slowly, ready for any attack.

I registered they had called each other brother. Either actual brothers or brothers in arms. I got the feeling they were blood related though. Just dandy for me.

I saw their shadows walk around me, stalking like predators to prey. But I was not prey.

I timed it right and pounced at the bigger figure, punching at his face. He dodged, and quickly reached for my necklace again, I pulled my head back, his fingers nicked the lion head at the end, too close.

I felt the other brother come behind me, his arms in a rear naked choke position. He wasn't successful, I ducked and elbowed him hard in the gut, a groan escaped his lips, but a smirk followed. I was alert to the bigger man now, not thinking that I hadn't damaged him at all and he was still aware of everything. I quickly side kicked the smaller brother back ten feet, and brought my forearms up to block the bigger one's strike.

Boy was it a big one. He had unsheathed his war hammer and raised it to the sky. Lightning encased it, blue lines flying all over the place. I didn't have time to draw Viribus, this guy was already halfway into his arc, I couldn't dodge or parry, so I had to block.

The hammer hit my arms with extreme force, I felt a slight pain in them, my body sent flying back into the smaller one's arms. He grabbed me in a shoulder lock, his arms through my pits and around my head, kind of like that wrestler Chris Masters' signature move. He had a strong grip, but it wasn't anything on me. I roared and broke free, turning around in an attempt to hit him, only to be greeted with his axe in my line of sight. I barely dodged, throwing myself backward to avoid the blade.

I noticed the other one stalking behind me, this was not going to plan. I knew these guys weren't trying to kill me, they were trying to grab Viribus. That guy with his axe, he swung it at my neck, in an attempt to slice Viribus off. Why did they want it?

Lightning encased his weapon too, and he brought it to the ground, a blue flash erupted from the sand. I jumped in time, as the Island blew to bits, sand and water flying all over the place.

The momentum of my jump allowed me some air time, but I wasn't given a moment's time, because from my right, I noticed a bright blue glint coming in my direction.

I turned and felt a force send me backwards in a tackle, I bashed his back futilely, this was the big one, so he was more durable I guess.

We crashed on yet another Island, tumbling on the ground until we came to a halt. I got up, nothing on me now. These guys were really sneaky...

"Come on!" I called, the gray clouds swirling around again, they were going to use it again.

"Show yourselves!"

"Okay." Two voices responded, they both emerged from the storm, walking on either side of me. I became alert, sensing a swing coming at me, I dodged, the other one struck at me as well, clipping me in the back. I caught myself on the sand, turning around quickly and decked the big one in the jaw. A shockwave formed, he went flying ten feet, rolling from the shock and not seeming very hurt.

He got up, holding his chin, "Good hit, little greek."

"Who the hell are you guys?" I asked.

They both laughed in unison, a creepy sound to be honest.

"Haven't figured it out yet, eh? Shall we tell him brother?" They went back in their gray cloud, hidden from visual sight.

"Let's keep him in suspense a bit longer." The big one chuckled.

They both shot lightning at me, bolts of blue soaring past my head as I weaved away, each one crashing in the water. I couldn't hear the sound it produced over the thunder and wind, but I had an idea of the destruction those bolts could do.

A few moments passed and they came again, no weapons this time. I blocked some attacks, but they were quick and skilled, coming at me like a blur, both of them combined were overwhelming. I felt blows connect all over me, and eventually they sweeped my leg, an arm closing around me and slamming me to the ground yet again.

"Nice moves, but not nice enough." One said with a low laugh.

"Who the hell-" I started.

The big one interrupted, "Sons of Thor, but we're working for Ouranos, Greek Boy. Nothing personal, but we're gonna take this necklace now..."

They had my hands trapped, both of them. I couldn't get out.

They were going to get Viribus, and for whatever reason, it was probably bad.

The next second, I felt a powerful aura, it was my father's.

The wind picked up, sending a forceful blast at us, the gray clouds disappeared, I felt the two of them shocked.

"Shit, it's him. With both of them-"

"Shut up!" They let go of me, my father was coming into view, Kyros underneath him.

The big one pointed at me, "We will get that necklace, and we will come after you-"

"When you least expect it." The smaller one finished, a deep chuckle following.

I breathed in and out, running out of more air than I thought. The two brothers disappeared with a blue flash, their aura's gone.

And just like that, the chaos was over. Any gray clouds faded away, the rain along with the wind seemed nonexistent. The only proof of anything happening was my wet hair and soaked clothes.

I wiped water from my face, that awful feeling of squishy jeans began to sink in, my lower body immediately uncomfortable. Personally, I hated getting wet with clothes on, I don't know many people that enjoy that to be honest. Especially sitting on something while wet, now that's a big pet peeve.

"Son of a bitch." I growled, looking up at the sky helplessly. Those two...they overwhelmed me, and almost got Viribus. For whatever reason, Ouranos needed substance from the Adam Tree.

Then I registered the elephant in my brain. Sons of Thor...

Holy shit.

Those guys were Norse demigods. I hadn't even considered other pantheons. But now it made sense, the strange tattoos, hammer and curved axe, those hairstyles and accents...yep, it matched up.

I wasn't very well versed on Norse Myth, and hell, to be honest I wasn't that great at Greek Myth either, but I knew the names of some of the gods and their respective stories, often comparing them to our own Greek gods. Like Ymir is the Chaos of Norse basically, and Odin is Zeus, and Thor is...well, Hercules.

His two sons just attacked me...and it did damage. My body was in some serious pain, Viribus able to mend on the outside, but the inside took longer, and ambrosia was best for that. But no, father doesn't have any, of course.

Speaking of him, he swooped down on Kyros and landed near me, I heard his boots hit the ground, both of them inching over to me.

I sat up, staring at him incredulously.

He seemed to think everything was alright, "What?"

"Thanks for the help, really appreciate it." I muttered sarcastically.

He groaned, "Matt, you handled them just fine, quit whining. The fact you were able to fight both of them and come out okay, that's a sign that training paid off."

"Yeah, as if killing a Titan wasn't good enough, I had to take on two Norse demigod siblings."

His face resembled that of a disaster onlooker, shocked at what they were hearing and seeing.

"Norse? Are you sure?"

I nodded, "Yeah, they kind of told me when they were choking me."

"Sons of Thor?"

I nodded again.

He sighed, his teeth gritted, "I figured so. Damn Ouranos...what game is he playing?"

I got up, annoyance creeping in my throat. "Hold on, you knew?"

"Not for sure, but I had an idea."

"And you didn't think to tell me that beings from an entirely different pantheon do in fact exist, and they work for our greatest enemy?!"

"Damn it kid! Remember the visions? Those two could control lightning, and the tattoos were a dead giveaway. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out on your own."

I started to argue, but stopped myself, instead grunting angrily. How was I supposed to know?

I calmed myself, "Father, they tried to grab Viribus from my neck. Why? Why does Ouranos want a piece of the Adam Tree?"

He remained silent, now looking in the distance, at something only he could see.

I walked up to him, "And how the hell is he able to persuade demigods from another pantheon to work for him? Better yet, how the hell do other pantheons even exist? How do we live together with them?"

He remained silent, my anger rising like a thermometer in boiling water.

I shoved his shoulder hard, "Answer me!"

He turned and shouted, "I'm thinking! I'm trying to understand myself, Matt!"

I shut up, shocked that he was also confused. If he didn't know the answer, then who did? Does Zeus know about it? Did he and Odin have a discussion on taking different parts of the world for their rule or something? What the hell was going on?

He shook his head, "We're wasting time, we don't have long, Hephaestus could escape!" He began to saddle Kyros.

I stopped him, "Don't you think the threat of another pantheon outweighs Hephaestus? The blacksmith god? I mean these are warriors that I just fought, father."

He studied me, maybe trying to find the answer to my question, or a lie to ease my nerves.

"What if there are more. I mean, Norse has a lot of gods, right? As many as ours?"

He thought about it, hesitated, then looked ahead at the sky.

Finally he said, "We'll deal with that later, Matt. We've got to get Hephaestus to Olympus, there we can talk about the Norse thing with Zeus."

I hopped on Kyros, satisfied with his answer. He was right I guess, Hephaestus was the main concern for now, and we could deal with the Sons of Thor later. If anyone knew about other pantheons, it was Zeus.

Hours later, Kyros arrived near Mt. Saint Helens.

I could see the peak off in the green distance, a giant opening of black and brown poking from the Earth. It looked almost...damaged, like something had destroyed the mountain a few years ago.

My father answered the question, "That was Typhon's prison a few years back, your buddy Percy Jackson destroyed it and accidentally released him."

My mouth fell open, "Percy destroyed that?"

He nodded, "Son of Poseidon, Matt. Can you imagine how powerful that kid would be if he got the same training from his father that I gave you?"

It was an interesting thought, Percy training with his father. Maybe it would happen someday...

I focused on the closing volcano, an orange haze peeked from it, but it was nothing serious, just a faint glow. This thing wasn't erupting anytime soon.

Within a short time, Father told Kyros to land in front of Mt. Saint Helens, at the bottom.

We landed, Kyros skillfully planting his talons in the soil, dropping us off. He morphed into his regular form, and looked at Hercules for instructions.

He patted the eagle, "Alright Kyros, you can rest for a bit, chase smaller animals, do whatever you want, pal."

Kyros nuzzled his hand, and flew off in the direction of the trees.

I turned to Hercules, "Why land here? Wouldn't it have been faster to land at an entrance?"

"No other entrance, unless we blow up a side of the mountain. But that would alert him. What we need to do, is go through that crack right there." He pointed to a black gash at the base of the mountain, directly in front of us.

"Won't he realize a god and a demigod just entered his domain either way?"

"Not if we suppress our auras. Remember how to do that?"

I nodded. I knew how to, it was basically like lowering your heart rate by breathing and thinking about happy thoughts. Nothing hard.

We lowered our auras to practically nothing. A bird or squirrel would give off the same as us and Hephaestus wouldn't tell the difference. It was a good plan.

We walked to the dark entrance, my father gesturing, "Ladies first."

I laughed sarcastically, "Hilarious." Then entered the volcano, him right behind me.

And yeah, it was hot as hell.

More humid than anything, the intense heat pricked my skin, making everything feel tight and uncomfortable. It wasn't like a pain or anything, because I knew I could survive magma, but still, I felt heat, and right now, I didn't like it.

But we trudged on, walking through the maze that is Mount Saint Helens. It was like giant gophers had dug this path, swerving and turning every few seconds, but wide enough to fit my father, and more on top. We kept going and going, occasionally walking upwards in a slant, clear that we were ascending.

"Is it at the top or something?" I huffed.

He grunted as he hit his head on a low spot, "Nah, it's not much further, just keep walking."

So we did, the same process repeating. A lot of thoughts ran in my mind as we walked, the entire idea of the Norse Pantheon being out there somewhere...really bugged me.

"Father...those guys, the Sons of Thor. If they're working for Ouranos..."

"Yeah?"

"And they know I'm gone from Camp Half Blood..."

"Get to the point."

"Will Ouranos send them to attack it?"

It was a very horrible thought. Those guys alone were powerful enough to kill many campers and cause destruction, let alone if those three original cyclops did anything. I mean, Malachi, Percy, Harper, Annabeth and Talon were there, Chiron, Dionysus and three hundred campers were a force to be reckoned with. It sounded good when it was just those two against all that. But I wasn't worried about the Camp losing, I was worried that some would die...

Like Harper.

Of course she could take care of herself, that much was clear. But these two Sons of Thor...they were no joke. I never would have thought Norse demigods were this powerful, but the proof came earlier today, when I was nearly beaten. I hate to say it, but Harper can't beat even one of those guys.

She has the others, Malachi and the others will help her.

I trusted the Demi-Primordial. What he had done was not his fault, and it was clear on his face that day that I spoke to him that he blamed himself, and hated his father. Sera was such a nice girl, and if she loved Malachi, then it was safe to say that he was a nice guy before being possessed. Even without Ouranos and Typhon in his head, he was very strong, and could definitely be a great help to Camp should those guys come knocking.

I knew they would come through, I had nothing to worry about. Yep, nothing at all.

Father was about to reassure me, but I held a hand up.

"Nevermind, I know I have nothing to worry about."

He seemed surprised, "Uh no, I was going to say that Ouranos wouldn't just send those two, Matt."

"What?"

"Look, Ouranos is not dumb at all. The guy has had millennia to prepare and plan for his world domination, he's thought this all out, strategized every move. And if I know him, he'll reinforce those two Norse boys, with them as the forefront."

My gut sank, I didn't want to acknowledge it. Camp being destroyed...I wouldn't allow it.

"I have to go back, I have to make sure everyone's okay." I began to panic, trying to get around my father.

He blocked me, "No Matt! We have a job to do here, stay focused!"

"But I have to-"

"They will be okay, just have faith in your friends. Have faith in Chiron, that old centaur doesn't fall so easily."

I felt my nerves calm a bit. He was right, I needed to stay concentrated. Hephaestus, Hephaestus, Hephaestus.

I exhaled, turned around and continued forward. I could practically hear my father's smirk behind me.

After what seemed like forever, the heat nigh unbearable now, I heard my father finally utter the words I had been waiting for.

"We're here."

We stopped ten feet ahead, a large door sat between the wall of rock. It was metal, the handle bigger than my fist.

"What's the plan?" I whispered.

He leaned forward, trying to find a peephole, to no avail.

"Damn, can't see in. You hear anything?"

I put my hand to my ear, hearing a faint mechanical sound, like...an electric saw or something.

"Yeah, it sounds like a saw."

Hercules nodded, "Alright, he's working on something, most likely for Ouranos. We need to burst in on the count of three, and catch him in the act."

I resisted the urge to snicker, what he said had a dirty undertone to it.

"Yes, I know how that sounded, shut up."

We got in position, my father put his hand on the door, ready to swing it open.

I looked at him, ready for the signal.

"On three." I started.

He held up his fingers, mouthed each number, and when he got to three, he swung the door open and I rolled inside as fast as possible. We both looked up in unison to find...

Nothing.

Talk about a letdown.

I sighed, standing up and looking around. It was like a mechanic's paradise. Weapons and tools littered the wall, cans of oil and grease all over the shelves, all kinds of stuff that any craftsman would love sat everywhere. Machines went on by themselves, things fixed each other autonomously, two cars sat in the center, ready to be fixed. It was impressive to be honest, and I'm not into building stuff.

Hercules stepped in front of me, "Damn it, where'd he go?"

I nudged him, "No covered projects anywhere." It was true, every project either sat without concealment, or moved around the room with a mind of it's own. Little bronze animals scurried about, a robot looking thing was repairing some kind of heavy tool, and I think I even saw a metal spider.

Father's lips tightened, "Crap."

"Were we wrong?" I asked.

"Let's not give up yet, we need to find him." He walked around the cars, calling out Hephaestus's name.

"HEPHAESTUS! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"Who's askin'?" A voice spoke from below.

I looked down to see a large man emerge from underneath the car to the left. He was disfigured, his shoulder coming down below the other, and his face wasn't pleasing either. He kind of looked like Jason Voorhees without his mask. His beard covered most of it though, it lit on fire every few seconds and went back out again. He had on working goggles and a mechanic's outfit. The nametag read, Hephaestus, in cursive.

Father put on a convincing smile and held out his hand, "Hephaestus, how are ya?"

The blacksmith shook it "Ah Heracles, what are ye doing here? Come to have that club of yours fixed again?"

"No, I um...actually yes! I did. Here, I need you to take a look at it." Father pulled out his club and handed it to Hephaestus. The thing was in perfect condition.

"What do ya mean it needs fixin? This thing is-"

Father gestured to me frantically, "Look! There's my kid! Right there, yep, the next hero for the ages! Check him out why don't you!"

I looked at him like he was stupid, he gestured for me to go with it.

Hephaestus turned to me and walked over. "Ah, so ya finally had a son, eh? What's yer name boy?"

I saw my father wildly roll his hand like he was telling me to get on with it. I caught what he was doing, he was trying to distract Hephaestus so he could break his club.

I shook the god's hand, "Matthias, sir. But most just call me Matt."

"Matthias eh? Interesting name-"

My father broke his club in half, the sound of the snap like thunder, echoing across the workshop.

The sound made Hephaestus jump. He looked at my father like he was an idiot.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Sounded like a damn explosion!"

Father shrugged like he had no clue, "Sorry man, I told you it was broken before, but now look at it."

Hephaestus pointed at it, "I ain't stupid, I know you just snapped that thing, Heracles!"

"Honestly, I didn't! One of your contraptions did! Just came right up and broke the damn thing!"

Hephaestus didn't fully buy it, but he took the club anyway and muttered, "Guess I'll have a look then..."

When he was out of earshot, Father chuckled, "Stupid bastard."

"What the hell was that for?" I whisper yelled, knowing what he was trying to do, but why? Why did he want to stay here? Clearly there was nothing suspicious.

Father pointed to the back of the workshop, "See that wall over there?"

I nodded, "Yeah, so?"

He quickly led me to it and moved a shelf out of the way. Behind that shelf, sat a lever on the wall.

I caught on, "A hidden room..."

He nodded, "I bet a million drachmas that whatever he's working on for Ouranos is back there. I need you to go in and look around, while I distract him."

"Wait, what?! Why me?"

"Cause I know how to talk to this guy, and he's not very smart. You did see how easily convinced he was, right?"

"I don't know if he was."

"He was, okay. Now just do as I ask, dammit!"

I groaned, "Fine."

He clapped my shoulder and mouthed the word quietly in my direction.

I gave him a sarcastic thumbs up. I turned around and stood in front of the lever, I heard my father's voice echo throughout the area, doing his part.

Now it was time to do mine, apparently. Here goes nothing.

I pulled the lever slowly, avoiding any loud sounds. A creaking ensued, and my father raised his voice some to drown it out, I tried to harrass some of the bronze animals so they would drown it out to, but they didn't care.

The creaking finally ceased, and I heard the wall loosen. I put my hand on it and shoved lightly, it moved.

There was definitely something back here. Time to find out.

I pushed harder, the wall acted like a door and literally opened for me, sending me into a dark space.

I left the wall door slightly ajar, not sure if I shut it all the way that I would be able to get out. I was strong, but you never know.

Things were basically pitch black, and I couldn't make out anything. I needed to hurry up.

I reached frantically for a light switch, a sharp point grazed my hand and I pulled back quickly. What the hell?

I finally found a rectangular outlet, this had to be it. My fingers found the switch, and I flipped it upwards.

What I saw, confirmed everything.

Dangerous looking weapons sat everywhere for one, sets of armor and tools littered the back. I looked to the right, and leaning against a shelf, sat a familiar war hammer and axe.

Those were backup weapons for the Sons of Thor.

I went up to them, felt the smooth metal at the end of each. They were identical to what those guys were using, the war hammer massive and long, the curved axe medium and fit for the smaller brother.

But none of this caught my eye nearly as much as the giant box in the middle of the room.

It was pure black, cubic in shape, and wide enough to fit a car inside. Whatever sat in there, was the most important item.

I had to get it open.

I walked around it like it was a prized item at an auction, circling the thing at every angle, trying to determine the quietest way to pry it open.

It stood taller than my dad, the height longer than the width, so whatever was in there could be a piece of armor, or maybe a spear...

What if the Heavenly Diamond Spear was in there?

No way, that was stupid. First of all, the thing kills gods, so why would Hephaestus get near it? Second, the thing was so durable that nothing could break it, so it wouldn't have needed repairing in the first place.

So that leaves a set of armor...

I reached out cautiously and touched the material with two fingers. Immediately I was greeted with a sensation of death and despair, my mind penetrated with insane visions of death, kind of like Talon's bloodlust.

I yanked my hand back, no pain in it, but my head felt dizzy. What the hell was that?

I stared at the black material like it was gold, but in a bad way. I had no idea what kind of metal had that affect.

Maybe it was something from the Underworld, or maybe...it was a Norse metal.

It looked a lot like Obsidian, but no, this was...strange.

I heard my father's booming voice from the other room, trying to buy me time.

"Aren't you gonna stain it?"

"What?!" Hephaestus said in shock.

"Well, you gotta polish it, right?"

"You, Heracles, care about a pretty weapon?"

In other circumstances I would laugh, because my father had no care in the world for a pleasing to the eye weapon. But this was no laughing matter, I needed to hurry the hell up.

"Just polish it, man!"

"Okay! Fine, fine, whatever."

I quickly decided to just go with it and try to open the thing as quickly as possible. I poured strength into my arms, thought about the fact that those two Sons of Thor were out there, the fact that Ouranos had corrupted Hephaestus. It made me angry.

I let that rage flow over me, like a river, a river that I control. Soon enough, the red aura engulfed my arms.

I immediately grabbed the black cube, the same immense feeling passed over me, the same visions in my head, but I ignored them. I pulled and pulled, my arms straining. Whatever it was, was very durable. But I was gaining leverage, and within seconds, the cube burst open like a safe, the black material hanging off the sides.

Inside, stood...not exactly a piece of armor, but more like a body.

My mouth was open slightly, in awe at what I was seeing. A perfect eight foot tall bronze body stood there, every feature masterfully crafted, every muscle, every part of the body, was...lifelike.

It was for Ouranos.

The features matched up to the one that I saw in my vision, the real Ouranos, not posessing anybody.

How was this possible? How could he cling to a piece of metal?

I wasn't sure, but I doubted he would have Hephaestus build this for nothing, so it probably worked. And that was bad.

This body was complete, and if Ouranos got his hands on it...he would return, in his true form.

I touched it, the body was cold and still, the metal hard but smooth at the same time.

"Holy crap..." I muttered. It was celestial bronze, which means I could destroy it, and get rid of it.

A setback for Ouranos...

I could do this, but it wouldn't be quietly. I would have to be quick about this.

I reared my fist back, ready to strike, when of course, a voice bellowed behind me.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

It was Hephaestus, he had taken his goggles off, he looked both pissed and shocked, meanwhile I was a deer in headlights.

"H-How did ya open that?!" He questioned.

I had no intelligent answer, so I just shrugged, "I don't-"

My father emerged into sight, "Damn it, I told you to-" He caught sight of the black cube, now opened and revealing the bronze body.

Hephaestus began to sweat, and not from the heat. This guy was the god of fire, so he definitely wasn't sweating from the heat.

Hercules turned on him, an eyebrow raised, "What's that, Hephaestus?"

The blacksmith god chuckled nervously, he knew he was caught.

"J-Just a little project."

"For Ouranos?" I gestured to the body, perfectly fit for the Primordial.

Hephaestus tried his best to look surprised, but I wasn't buying it. He paused for a second, like he was listening in on an earbud, someone else instructing him what to say.

"Ouranos?! Hell no, boy. That is a suit of armor for Ares. As much as I hate him, he pays well."

I pointed to it, "That is not a set of armor, it's too thin. No, it seems to me that this is a new body for Ouranos, the god you've been serving for a year?"

"Serving?! Now that's a serious accusation boy!" His beard lit on fire, and he stepped toward me, but my father stopped him dead in his tracks with a beefy hand.

"I know Ouranos is corrupting you, brother. You need to let us take you to Olympus. We can sort everything out there."

Hephaestus looked like he wanted to go, but another side of him fought back, and his face turned menacing.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Both of you need to leave!"

I stepped forward, fists clenched. "We're not going anywhere."

Hercules nodded, "Not until you agree to come with us, and if you don't...then we'll take you by force."

Hephaestus laughed and snarled, clearly not in his voice.

"By force?! Don't make me laugh!"

Hercules gripped his mechanic attire, "Try me."

I put my hands up, "Look, everything's going to be okay, let's just go to Olympus, calmly..."

Hephaestus hesitated for a moment, a piece of him obviously still in there, but whatever influence Ouranos put on him was strong, because he broke free of my father's grip and began to yell.

"NO, NO, I KNOW WHO I SERVE! THE TRUE RULER OF THE UNIVERSE, THE ONLY ONE FIT FOR THE TITLE KING OF THE GODS! OURANOS!"

He was shaking violently, sparks of ember flew everywhere, the heat in the workshop began to rise rapidly, metal projects nearby began to melt.

Hercules held out a hand to him, "No, you serve Zeus, brother. Remember who you are, and snap out of it!"

"You're an Olympian." I said gently.

None of that worked, in fact, it only made him more erratic. The name Zeus seemed to trigger something.

"NOOOOOOOO, ZEUS, HERA! THEY NEVER LOVED ME! THREW ME FROM A MOUNTAIN, ALL BECAUSE OF MY UGLINESS! HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE PEOPLE! HORRIBLE! OURANOS IS BETTER!"

He was acting like a child. It was kind of sad to see, because...it was true. He had been thrown from Olympus as a baby due to his disfigured face. Hera was kind of a bitch, we all knew it.

I knew Ouranos had used that to influence him, corrupt him, whatever. That guy was really, really, pissing me off.

"Hephaestus, just calm-"

He turned to me, eyes wide and glowing with hate, each one bright red.

"MATT, WATCH OUT!" My father shouted, and within a split second, a wall of fire shot at me. I rolled to the side in time to see it pass me, every thing melted and incinerated in it's path. The entire workshop faded away, everything was on fire.

We were now standing on rock, Hephaestus's eyes still glowed red, my father ran up to stand beside me, his club gripped in hand.

"Well, looks like we're gonna have to kick his ass." He muttered.

"Guess so."

We got in our fighting positions, ready to fight the blacksmith god, when all of a sudden, a deep roar echoed through the entire mountain.

Hephaestus responded automatically like a wolf hearing a fellow pack member call out, and he shot fire into the floor we were in. It was only on his side, and it threatened to break, throwing him down below. What was he doing?

Rock crumbled and melted, and before I knew it, a giant gaping hole sat below us, a sea of orange and red magma on display.

The rumbling continued, the entire mountain shook. Hephaestus had stopped shooting fire from his eyeballs, and just stared at us now.

I turned to my father nervously, "Uh, what the hell is that down there?"

Even he looked uneasy, "That...would be a problem."

Within seconds, the mountain shook violently like Typhon was shaking it or something, rocks and pillars fell, I nearly lost my footing, and magma splashed everywhere. Just what kind of beast had he summoned?

My question was answered the next moment. A giant hand emerged from the side of the pit and slammed on the ground, grabbing for a place to get up. A few seconds later, an entire body was swung up, landing next to Hephaestus with a booming crash.

The sight, I will never forget. And I'll admit it, I was a bit intimidated.

The creature standing next to Hephaestus was at least thirty feet tall, easy. Beefy in a strongman type of way, with hair on it's chest, a fur loincloth around it's waist and it's long, black hair tied in a messy bun. It held no weapon, because it's fists were enough. Looking at it's face, I recognized immediately.

One eye.

This was one of the original cyclops...

The Cyclops stood there, towering over us, Hephaestus to his right, both ready for battle.

"Um, Father..."

"Yeah, that's one of the three cyclops. Things just keep getting better, huh?"

I nodded, pulling Viribus from my neck and giving it a squeeze, a split second passed before it elongated into the familiar weapon. I gripped it comfortably, maybe a little tighter than usual.

Father hefted his club too, a serious expression on his face.

"You take the right, I take the left?" I proposed.

He nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lip, "I like the way you think."

I couldn't help but smirk too, despite the situation. With that, we let a primal roar escape our mouths, rivaling the bellows from our opponents.

And then we charged...

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There you have it, Chapter Five! That was a fun one to write, a lot of fighting and detective work from our duo.

Sorry again for the late update, I was super busy and I doubt it will be like that again, so expect Chapter Six soon!

Also, just a quick reminder to check out "Zane Williams and The Gods of Olympus" by thesuperone342. I think a new chapter of his will be up tonight, and I recommend it, it's a good read so far. I know I mention it all the time, but there's a reason for it, so go check it out!

Hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you next time!