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Lancelot shifted on the bed as he felt his vision return to him. Bringing a hand to shield his eyes, he realized that he was no longer in Atlantis. Instead, he was in a bright room where the walls were shiny and sparkling. He knew where he was. Apollo's temple.

Sitting up, he was surprised to feel that his body was not in pain. Furrowing an eyebrow in confusion, the sea god patted his arms, then his chest, until he went through his whole body. He did not feel a single wound or bruise. Apollo must have done something extraordinary. He rubbed his eyes one last time to get the sleepiness out and stood.

That's when he caught sight of something that made him widen his eyes in shock.

There in the corner of the room sat Artemis and Hermes, both of them leaning on each other as they slept. Had they been waiting for him to wake up? The sea prince smiled slightly to himself. Losing Triton and even his mother was painful. Seeing that there were still people who cared for him was comforting.

"Guys," he whispered. The two sleeping gods did not move so Lancelot placed a hand on Hermes' shoulder, shaking him gently.

"Hermes, Artemis. I'm up," he whispered again.

This time, the god of messengers opened his eyes slightly before scrunching up his face.

"Five more minutes, Lance," Hermes mumbled before stiffening. Suddenly, he was up on his feet with a wide smile on his face, all traces of sleep, gone.

"Lancelot!" Hermes beamed.

Unfortunately, the young son of Zeus had forgotten that his sister was seated beside him. As soon as he stood, Artemis was shoved off her chair and sent tumbling to the floor.

"Oh damn," Hermes muttered as he brought a hand to his mouth.

Artemis was up on her feet in an instant, her bow in her hand and eyes wide in alarm as she scanned the room.

"Hermes I'm going to ki-" she paused when she saw Lancelot standing beside her brother.

"Lancelot!" she cried as she launched herself at the sea god. Lancelot smiled as he wrapped his best friend into an embrace, taking comfort in her warmth.

"What happened? Are you alright? Who did this? Where have you been?" Artemis blabbered, asking multiple questions at a rapid pace.

Hermes, taking pity on the sea god, placed his hands on his sister's shoulders. "Artemis, calm down. Give the guy a break. He's just been injured."

"Actually," Lancelot said. "I feel fine."

Hermes and Artemis stared at him in confusion before opening their mouths in realization.

"Apollo," they said in unison.

Lancelot walked over to the bed and sat on its edge. "What did Apollo do?"

Artemis and Hermes shared a glance before beginning to explain the healing process that Apollo had done in order to save his life. Lancelot was shocked and gobsmacked as they revealed to him that he was on the brink of fading.

That's when it hit him. The sea prince rose to his feet yet again and rushed towards the two gods.

"We need to summon the council," he said frantically. "We need to do it now."

"Lance, calm down," Hermes said gently. "What happened down there?"

A dark and grim look crossed the sea god's face as he was reminded of the events that had taken place in Atlantis.

"It was bad," he said. "I shouldn't explain it here. We must summon the council."

Artemis looked like she wanted to argue but instead settled for a sigh. "So be it. If it is that important, then I'm sure my father would want to hear it."

Lancelot nodded quickly before taking both the hands of Artemis and Hermes as dragged them along and out the med bay.

They arrived in a matter of minutes, Lancelot still grasping the two siblings by their arms. Once they arrived, they had found Zeus in his usual spot. The King of the Gods sat on his throne with a look of deep thought on his face. His bushy eyebrows scrunched in concentration while his brow was scrunched.

"Lord Zeus! A meeting must be called!" Lancelot said as he walked forward.

The Lord of the Skies looked as if he was about to question but the urgent and worried looks of the three gods before him stopped him from doing so. Instead, he grabbed his master bolt and blasted a powerful bolt of lightning towards the sky. In an instant, the Olympians began filing in one by one.

Artemis and Hermes quickly took their places on their thrones while Lancelot remained in the center.

Once Achilles had finally arrived and had taken his seat, Lancelot allowed himself to speak.

"The civil war in Atlantis is over…" the sea god said.

Cheers and applause erupted in the throne room but Lancelot held up his hand.

"That is not all. The war is over but the consequences and circumstances are not to be celebrated," he said.

Achilles leaned forward, a questioning look on his face. "What do you mean?"

Lancelot swallowed hard. He felt his chest hold as the air in his lungs remained. Finally, he let a sigh escape from his mouth. "Triton and my mother have faded. They have faded by the hands of Pontus, The Primordial of Water. Atlantis is no more."

No one spoke. The throne room was so silent. Lancelot felt his knees weaken and the next thing that happened shocked the gods even further. The young sea prince sank to his knees and sobbed. His cries were heart-wrenching and painful.

The gods could do nothing but only stare in disbelief and devastation at the sight of the sea god and the news that he had just delivered. Artemis and Achilles were the first to snap out of their shocks, the two children of Zeus rising from their thrones. They knelt beside him, Artemis wrapping her arms around her friend and cradling his head to her chest. His tears stained her clothes but she did not care. Achilles, not one for these types of things, settled for placing his hand on Lancelot's back, patting it comfortingly.

"So they have arrived," Zeus whispered before rising from his throne. "We must be ready."

The king of the gods turned to his nephew, a solemn and sad look overtaking his features. He watched as his children comforted Lancelot. The young god had already lost his father to the Titans. Now, both his mother and brother were no longer here.

"Lancelot," Zeus said. "Look at me, child."

The young god raised his head, his eyes were red from the tears.

"I swear to you that your family shall be avenged. I swear it on the name of Olympus. I swear on the name of every god here. I swear it on the fates. But for now, you must rest. You must rest not just your body but also your mind." Zeus said, finishing his speech.

"As for the rest of you," Zeus boomed, turning to the other Olympians. "You know your jobs. Hephaestus and Athena, weapons and strategy. Hermes, Achilles, and Apollo hunt down any scouts. Take no prisoners. Artemis and the rest, search for Hestia."

The gods nodded, the sad looks now replaced by determination as they felt the fire in their hearts reignite once again.

Ω

Ophelia hid behind the pillar as she watched her father and uncles check their weapons. Today was the day. She needed to prove herself. She would follow the three gods and their soldiers and join the battle. Did her father know? No. Did her mother know then? Not a single thing.

She would join the battle, prove herself, and her parents would finally see that they had been wrong about not teaching her.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked.

Ophelia jumped and let out a tiny squeak. She turned to see Damon, a clean toga over his body.

"Don't do that!" Ophelia hissed.

Damon ignored her and asked again. "What are you doing?"

"I can't say."

"Can't or won't."

Ophelia sighed. "Just...Don't worry about it, okay. I'll be fine."

"Don't do it, Ophelia," Damon said. "You know your parents are doing it to keep you safe."

"How can I be safe if I never learn to fight. This is my chance," Ophelia explained.

"Sneaking into a skirmish is your version of learning to fight? Ophelia, come on! Think!" Damon said.

"I am thinking! Just because you train with my uncle, it doesn't mean that you're the boss of me!" Ophelia said.

"That's not what I was saying!" Damon argued back.

"I can't do this right now," Ophelia said, shaking her head. "I trust you enough not to snitch."

With that, she snuck away, tailing the gods who were about to go on patrol.

Ω

Achilles drew his sword and stood back to back with Hermes. The Black Guard stood around them while Apollo and his Royal Guard placed themselves on the trees, their bows drawn.

The clanking of the enemy's armor filled the forest as they drew closer.

"Steady boys," Achilles said as he raised his shield higher. The Black Guard held their ground as they stood stoically. The enemy soldiers were now visible, the afternoon sun gleaming on their armor.

Hermes raised his sword and held it in the air, waiting until the first soldier came within ten feet. Bringing it down, golden arrows rained from the trees and found their marks on the enemy.

"Charge!" Achilles roared. The blackguard broke formation and engaged in battle with the iron armored enemy.

Hermes ducked under a sword before slicing his blade across the plated armor. An ordinary sword would have done nothing but scratch it but Hermes held a godly weapon. Its Olympian steel cut through the soldier's armor like it was butter.

Apollo fired his arrows with the speed that only Artemis could match. He aimed for the openings of the enemy where their armor could not protect them. He saw as one fell, his arrow sticking out from his neck. He saw another fall again with his other arrow planted on the soldier's eye.

Achilles himself was a demon. His shield lay on the ground, discarded as he wielded both his long and short sword. He twirled like a tornado of death, cutting down an enemy that came close. The war god dodged an arrow but the projectile found its mark on a black guard's chest, killing him.

With a growl, Achilles charged the archer, deflecting his arrows with his swords. He came close enough to slice the archer's bow in half before driving his short sword into the soldier's mouth.

The skirmish raged on for another hour, monsters joining in as they tried to overwhelm the Olympian forces. So far, the Black Guard had lost three members while the Royal Guard had lost four. Things were looking good until a beam of light came crashing down.

When it had died down, the gods spotted a figure emerge from the crater. He looked like Apollo with similarly blonde hair and charming features. However, his eyes were not the sky blue that the sun god possessed. Instead, his eyes were a light gold color that matched the color of his hair.

"Lay down your weapons godlings," he said.

Achilles headbutted a soldier that he had been struggling with before slitting the man's neck. "Like hell, I would," the war god growled.

Hermes and Apollo nodded in agreement with their brother as they raised their weapons and prepared to charge the newcomer.

"I am Aether, Primordial God of Light," the figure introduced himself with a cocky smile. "And I command you to lay down your arms."

"We already have one blonde hottie. We don't want you!" Hermes hollered, causing many of the Black and Royal Guards to snicker.

Aether sneered, obviously offended as he stared at the God of Thieves. "You may have been a hero before godling, but even you cannot save Olympus this time."

"Enough talk," Apollo growled as he knocked an arrow and aimed it between Aether's eyes. "You can either tell your Primordial friends to leave or stay here and fight for us gods are not going anywhere."

Aether narrowed his eyes at the sun god before an evil smirk crossed his features. It sent shivers down Apollo's spine as he saw Aether as an evil version of him.

"If I cannot convince you," Aether said. "Maybe this will." The Primordial snapped his fingers. The soldiers behind him parted, allowing a cyclops to pass with a figure in his hands. It was a girl and she was struggling like a captured animal.

"Let me go!" she said.

Apollo's eyes widened as he felt his stomach drop. "Ophelia!"

Aether smiled. "We found her tailing your group. It seems that the young goddess does not know how to stay put."

"Let her go!" Apollo roared, his eyes bursting into literal flames. Achilles and Hermes stood to stand beside their brother, their auras flaring too.

"Father, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Ophelia sobbed.

Apollo stared at her in despair.

"Let her go, Aether. Your fight is with us," Achilles said, his hand gripping his sword tighter.

Aether placed a hand on his chin, pretending to think. "Hmmm. I think not. You godlings fail to see true power even when it is before your very eyes. The girl holds power like nothing that has ever been seen. I shall keep her with my siblings."

"You bastard!" Apollo roared as he fired his arrow. The projectile sailed towards Aether with the speed of light but it did not find its mark. Instead, Aether merely waved his hand, a gust of wind changing the arrow's direction from him onto another one of his soldiers.

"We shall be seeing each other soon, godlings," Aether said. "Best you all prepare." With that, the Primordial of light disappeared, taking Ophelia with him.

Apollo let out a bellow that raged on through the forest as bursts of flames erupted everywhere. The remaining enemy soldiers had tried to flee but were soon cut down by either an arrow or the swords of Hermes and Achilles.

The sun god sunk to his knees as he buried his face into his hands. He had just lost his daughter.