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Chapter 28

Its Just Not The Same

Fire.

Fire and screaming.

And bulls.

When I reached the top of the hill, I wasn't expecting what looked like a mythical Texas barbeque gone wrong.

Two massive bulls were charging through the camp, each were roughly the size of a small elephant. The campers were trying to control the situation, but it just wasn't working. The younger, less experienced ones were panicking while the older campers were split between trying to douse the fires and combating the bulls.

"Border patrol! To me!" A gruff but probably female shouted as she rallied what little forces that she could.

"Come on! We have to help Clarisse." Lou called out as she took out her sword and began sending swipes at the bulls, not so much to damage them but to lead them away from the cabins. Normally going to help Clarisse wasn't something I would do since she and the rest of her siblings don't like me, but there are exceptions to every rule. And seeing as she is fighting a giant metal bull with a broken spear while some of the other campers were running around panicking, I thought that this could be a perfect exception.

Just as I was about to go help.

"Percy." I turned around to see Tyson standing outside the camps boundaries. I nearly face palm. Tyson was a monster so he couldn't get through, and even if the bulls did get through, I didn't know how so that option wouldn't work.

"Cabin leaders can allow monsters within camp if they give consent." Adamos pointed out. "Vampire rules."

What is it with him and vampires?

"Uh, Tyson as the head of the Poseidon cabin…I hereby, uh…just get in here!" I shout before rushing down the hill; there was no time for formalities. The sound of heavy footsteps behind me telling me that he got past the barrier.

I released Riptide and Echo as I ran down the hill. Clarisse was shouting orders at the other campers, trying to get them into a phalanx formation. It was a good plan, but she was lacking the necessary amount of people for a suitable defense.

"Hold the line!" Clarisse ordered as the massive bull opened its mouth and let out a torrent of white-hot flames.

Off to the side Lou was trying to fend off the second bull with a few other campers. "Tyson! Help them!" I ordered, pointing to Clarisse. I went the other way towards Lou, hoping he followed my orders.

I pulled the earth beneath me and stomped the ground. A large stone spike erupted out of the ground, slamming into the metal bulls right front leg and leaving a massive dent. The force was enough to knock it onto its side and partially cripple the appendage.

"RRooohhh!" The bull cried as it began to thrash around, Flames leapt from its mouth and random parts of its body.

I jumped in front of one of the other campers and put Echo in between us and the flames. The shield holding against the heat, only becoming faintly hot, not even noticeable really, as it took the blast.

"Aard!" I say and use the shield as a conductor for the magic. The stored flames are released and strike the bull with fire as hot as its own, flames hotter than I can create. The blast disorients the bull as it wasn't expecting it, thus allowing for the perfect opportunity for Lou to stab it in the throat with her magically charged blade.

The bull sputters and thrashes as the blade sinks deeper. Whatever magic Lou is using to protect herself is barely holding as she is sweating profusely, and her skin is becoming a burning red color. I quickly stab the bull in one of its ruby eyes and twist the blade, effectively killing it and the flames.

"Great now I'm sweaty." Lou complained as she wiped her brow.

"I think we have more pressing matters than your sweatiness." I commented. Lou's response was to just stick her tongue out at me.

"Percy?" A voice spoke from behind us. The camper I just saved pulled her helmet off letting her blonde hair fall.

Annabeth.

The two of us didn't exactly end last summer on the best terms. I wasn't mad at her anymore, but I wouldn't call us friends by any means.

"Hey." I said, but I could feel the awkwardness of the situation. The silence was getting even more awkward as we just kept an even gaze between each other.

The sounds of shouting drew our attention and I silently thank what ever higher power as I rush off and jump in front of the mob of angry campers that were holding Tyson at spear-point. The other bull had flames pouring out of various wounds made by campers and a badly dented skull courtesy of Tyson. And a spear through its jaw and brain from Clarisse.

"Woah, woah! Hold on a minute!" I hold my shield in front of me to ward off any potential stabbings.

I could see Clarisse glaring from under her helmet. "Out of the way Prissy. He's a monster."

"Brilliant observation there detective," The words fall out of my mouth. Adamos has mentioned that I tend to fall on sarcasm and sass in stressful situations. "Anything else you want to point out?" I could see Clarisse's knuckles whiten with anger.

"Percy." Annabeth interjected, probably keeping Clarisse from trying to rip me a new one. "Why is that in camp?" She asks with narrowed eyes as she looked at Tyson. Her gaze was cold, not in the analytical kind that she usually has but rather a type of deep disdain.

"Guys we can talk about this later." Lou pushed her way to the center, forcing everyone's attention on her. "There's wounded campers and we need to let Tantalus know what happened." She spoke the name in a frosty tone.

The other campers shared her expression, all animosity for Tyson had shifted over to Tantalus. It was quite a sight and I wondered just how badly this guy was that the camp immediately hated him.

Not that anyone seemed willing to answer that question as immediately they began carrying the injured campers to the Big House.

I let out a sigh and just walked to the parts of the camp that flames continued to burn. As the only person with water powers it falls to me to put out the majority of the fires.

"Huuh." I let out a sigh. "This was not how I thought today would go."

X

Camp was different. There was hardly any laughter. No one was running around that wasn't on some job. Campers were busy sharpening swords; satyrs were doing inventory. The dryads were armed with bows and arrows at the edge of the forest.

This wasn't he Camp Half Blood I remember.

Not that it seemed to matter to Tyson. The child cyclops was staring at everything with awe and wonder. Every second was him gasping and pointing at different things, asking about what they were and such. It was a little annoying when he asked about the obvious like the lunch tables and even a trashcan, but I didn't hold it against him. I was sort of in awe like him when I first came to camp.

After the unorthodox version of the camp tour I stopped in front of my cabin. I wanted to drop my things off inside and maybe say hello to Hestia. Or maybe call my mom from the Big House phone before that. I sort of left abruptly and she was no doubt worried.

I felt a small shiver go down my spine for the chewing out I was probably going to get about disappearing.

"Wow," Tyson muttered in awe as he looked around the inside of cabin three. "And you live here with your friends?"

"Nah," I placed my bags on my bed and discretely kick some dirty clothes back into the hidden space under my bunk. I may or may not have just shoved it there for convenience. "I room here alone. No siblings so I don't share with anyone." I really didn't feel like explaining the no children of the big three thing to Tyson. It was embarrassing enough already, although I do have extra room. Maybe I can ask Poseidon if Lou can stay ever sometimes. Maybe some of the other campers as well.

"—and did you see the flying ponies! They were so pretty. And—" I rushed back to reality, unintentionally zoning out from Tysons ramblings about the things at camp.

"Sorry Tyson. I need to make a stop by the big house. Feel free to take a bed." I said before walking out of the cabin. The last thing I saw was Tyson bouncing up and down. I made a mental note to see if the Hephaestus cabin for any future repairs.

Making my way up to the Big House I didn't expect it, but inwardly I was a bit glad that I saw Chiron.

"So… your leaving?" I asked as I eyed the lavender suitcase next to him. Seeing it only made the present situation more real.

Chiron's eyes seemed a bit dulled, his smile not reaching his eyes like it normally did. "Indeed. Some one needed to take the fall. The tree made from the soul of his daughter poisoned. He was quite furious."

My fist clenched, my nails biting into my skin, almost to draw blood. "But its not right. It wasn't your fault. It was Luke and Kro—"

"Percy." Chiron cut me off with a stern tone. "I advise you not to invoke the titan lords name. Especially not at this time or place."

"But its so obvious. Who else could it be but them!"

"Whether it was them or not is irrelevant. The fact of the matter is that the tree was poisoned under my watch. I could not prevent it nor can I cure it. The poison is such that I've never seen before. In my own professional opinion, the tree has only a few weeks left unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Nothing. Never mind. A foolish thought. There is only one thing with the potential power to reverse this, but it hasn't been seen or heard of in centuries. But enough, I heard that you brought a rather exotic guest into camp when you arrived." He asked with a raised brow.

"Umm." I was caught in a bad position. After the hell hound incident last summer, other than the harpies, no one seemed all to keen on the idea of monsters in camp and a cyclops was probably one of the more known monsters that demigods had to deal with. "His name is Tyson and he's a cyclops." I said without looking him in the eyes.

The few moments of silence as Chiron stared at me were unbearable. Topped only by Hestia and my mom. There was just something about the disappointment of a mom that always outclassed that of a dad. "Well that's fine." He shrugged breaking the tension. "But its not up to me anymore. That decision belongs to Tantalus." Chiron must have notice my frown was deeper than normal. "I take it you've met him?"

"Not even. I haven't even seen the guy and I can feel the hate from everyone else."

Chiron let out a sigh of exasperation. Chiron opened his mouth to speak but the sound of a conch horn echoed through the camp cut him off. "You will meet him at dinner. I will contact your mother and tell her you are all right Percy. Now off you go and stay safe. The camp can't afford to lose anyone." With that he clopped back into the Big House.

X

I went back for Tyson and brought him to the pavilion for dinner, but the atmosphere was even worse than I thought. An air of depression hung like a stormy cloud over everyone's head. The negative emotion was so thick that I thought a few times that I could actually feel it. It was a miracle that the brazier was barely half the size as it usually was, most likely only because Hestia was tending to the flame, but I could tell that even she didn't have her heart in it.

Although it wasn't until Tyson and I arrived that the atmosphere shifted. And I don't think in the good way as everyone started to whisper. Annabeth seemed to be the wariest of Tyson. She wasn't even trying to hide the disdain in her look. I was half tempted to flip her off right there if she kept up with the looks.

"Well, well. If it isn't Peter Johnson. Now my millennia is complete." A voice reached across the entire pavilion. A slight drawl constantly present in his tone.

"It's Percy Jackson…sir." I added through grit teeth.

Mr. D just waved me off. "Well as you kids say these days: Whatever." The man took a dissatisfied sip from his diet coke. "This is the one you need to watch. Poseidon's kid." He spoke off handedly to the man sitting in Chiron's spot.

The guy was deathly pale, his hair a dead gray. His body was nothing but skin and bones, his ribs could be seen through the orange jumpsuit that he wore. His dirty, skinny fingers constantly twitched, like they were ready to move at a moment's notice. His beady eyes locked on me and his lips stretched into some bastardized forced smile. His mouth showing too many teeth to be comfortable.

"Tantalus." Adamos spoke up. I could feel his indifference towards the creepy prisoner. As if he wasn't worth the effort of a glance. "Sentenced to an eternal punishment of starvation and dehydration in the underworld for the crime of killing his son and serving him as food to the gods."

I nearly choked on my spit as a horrible feeling filled my gut. This was the guy that the gods put in charge of a camp of children. Are you serious! This is just a disaster waiting to happen!

"I can see what you mean Lord Dionysus. He certainly has the look of a troublemaker." Tantalus spoke. I felt like there was an underlying amount of satisfaction in his voice. As if he was looking forward to something that only he knew.

"And you look like you could use a sandwich." The words flowed out of my mouth. "Or maybe a drink." I took a sip from a goblet that was in front of me. Normally I hated when I blurt out my thoughts, but this guy didn't deserve any sympathy.

Tantalus's face turned red from anger. "A real comedian, are you?" He sneered at me. "I hope that you can hold that tongue of yours. Fools that open their mouths often find themselves with poor fates."

I was about to retort but I felt a warmth across my back and an iron grip on my mind. The action of a god and goddess more than enough reason to hold my tongue to keep things from escalating.

Not that I liked it.

"I'll be watching you Jackson." Tantalus's eyes narrowed on me. "I don't want any problems in my camp."

I held my mouth and went to sit at my table. "The monster however is another matter."

Tantalus' words made me freeze. "Tyson helped save the camp. If he didn't than this whole place would have burned down."

"And what a shame that would be." Tantalus drawled making Mr. D snicker. "Leave us so we may decide the creature's fate."

I opened my mouth to protest but Mr. D shot me a warning glare that I was starting to push my luck. My mouth shut with a hard click. I didn't want to push it if it meant that Tyson would be punished. I may have beaten Ares last summer but that was through combat where most of his powers were restrained and Mr. D is to lazy to ever go through with a challenge.

Tyson sat at the head table, clearly not enjoying being in such close proximity to Tantalus. The rest of Dinner went by quietly. None of the campers spoke up and just ate in a subdued manner. I sent a silent prayer to Poseidon on what to do to help the camp, but like always I didn't get a response.

"There has to be a way to fix camp." I mentally spoke as I ate my pizza. The sausage and pepperoni not tasting as good as I remember. Probably because of the mood.

"Until we get know what we are dealing with I can't say for sure."

"What about whatever that thing that Chiron was talking about before he left." I asked.

"Could have been anything. The chains of Prometheus have healing capabilities, but I doubt enough to save the tree. Asclepius could cure it, but he's all the way in Greece. I don't see us finding enough Baetylus stones to make a difference in such a short time. And it's not like we can ask any of the other healing gods for their healing treasures."

"So, they're just going to do nothing as the tree dies? IF they have ways of healing the tree than why not? And don't give me that crap on ancient laws." I immediately add as Adamos was about to speak.

"It is about ancient laws." Adamos spoke with a bit of a bite in his tone. "Godly treasures aren't supposed to be in the hands of mortals anyways. One wrong reaction and Apollo's healing arrows could release a plague. Some things are just not worth the risk."

"Then what can we look for?"

"I think we need to speak to Hestia later for anything concrete." I sigh and place my half-eaten pizza on my plate, my appetite gone. To many things to think about.

The sound of a conch caught everyone's attention to Tantalus who was standing at the head table.

"Attention. Attention. Now that the summer is officially starting, I do hope to devote enough time to individually tortu—I mean interact with each and every one of you wonderful campers." Tantalus announced with a mad smile. "And as my first act as the new activities' director, we are reinstating the chariot races!"

The entire camp erupted into a cacophony of voices laced with fear, disbelief, and excitement.

My brow raised at the varied reactions. Excitement I could understand, but the fear was something new. I may have not been at camp for long, but I had never seen any campers show fear towards one of the activities. Not even the rock wall and that thing spit out lava.

"Now I know that they were discontinued due to technical difficulties."

"Three deaths and twenty-six mutilations!" some one from the Apollo table called out.

"Yes, yes." Tantalus waved off without a care. "But I know that you will all join me in welcoming the return of this camp tradition. Gold laurels will go to the winning charioteers each month. Teams may register in the morning. The first race shall be held in three days' time. Oh, and did I mention that the victorious cabin will have no chores for the month in which they win?"

Instantly the entire pavilion explodes with excitement. The idea pf no chores for a month. No stable duty, no kitchen patrol. Nothing. I could already see the diabolical looks of the Hermes cabin and made a mental note to look for a magical lock or something for my cabin. And check for any laxatives in my food.

Actually, I think I'm going to just double check everything.

"But sir!" Clarisse stood up, surprising me as I didn't expect her to be the first to object. "What about patrol duty? If we drop everything for the chariots—"

"Ah, young Clarisse." Tantalus exclaimed, cutting her off. "One of the two brave heroes, along with Annabeth Chase, leading the campers against the bronze bulls."

"Um, I didn't—" Clarisse stuttered with a blush.

"And modest too. But not to worry my dear! This is a summer camp. We are here to enjoy ourselves, are we not?" Tantalus said, diverting the conversation. The man obviously had no love for the camp and at the rate this was going I bet we would have another monster attack soon. "But before we proceed to the next camp activity there is one more issue. Percy Jackson and Lou Ellen Blackstone have decided to bring this," He waved his hand at Tyson, as if motioning to a mangy stray dog. "into camp."

The excitement faded away and was replaced by unsettled murmurs and sideways glances in my direction.

If I Iris call Hades could he drag Tantalus back down into the Underworld, or maybe i could ask Adamos if he could teach me how to assassinate someone?

Percy Jackson: Assassin of Olympus.

...

Nah, that would never work out.

"Now everyone knows that cyclopes have a nasty reputation as blood thirsty monsters with very limited intelligence," I could hear a few snickers at Tantalus' remark but I didn't know who it was to send my glare. "But who knows? Maybe this beast may prove its worth to the camp rather than impromptu hunter training. Until such things are determined we need a place to keep it. The stables are out of the question as he will spook the horses. The Hermes cabin?" The entire Hermes table suddenly went quiet. "Demeter cabin? No? Come now surely someone has an idea of where the monster may be kenneled?"

I was about to stand up and offer my cabin when the unexpected happened.

A glowing green trident floated above Tyson's head. The same one that Poseidon used to claim me with.

The campers were silent, not knowing what to do. Claiming was a rare and revered moment in camp and many of them waited their entire lives for the event. Last summer when I was claimed the campers all knelt before me. Yet here is Tyson. A cyclops.

A technical monster.

He was given what many campers desired. I looked around me. Some were confused at what to do, not knowing if they should kneel, yet at the Hermes table they were just angry. The unclaimed that had been at camp were glaring at Tyson as he swat at the floating trident. I could only imagine what they were thinking, and none of them were good.

"Bwahahaha!" The sound of Tantalus' choking dry laughter echoed through the silence. "Well! I think that we know where to put the beast now. By the gods, I can see the resemblance!"

One by one the rest of the camp joined in on the laughter. Only some of my friends, like the Stolls, Katie Gardner, and Lou didn't laugh. Surprisingly Annabeth wasn't laughing either, but neither did she look sympathetic or pitying. Maybe her hatred of Tantalus outweighed her dislike of me.

But that wasn't changing anything. My anger still spiked and fists clenched, my nails almost the skin of my palms.

"Pay no attention to any of them." Adamos calmly speaks into my mind. "They are shrouded in their own insecurities and frustrations to what they see as unfair."

I held my tongue, but I didn't like it.

X

Sleep alluded me tonight and it wasn't because Tyson snores like a rabid chainsaw…okay that may partially be it.

After dinner I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Away from the taunting laughs and the cruel remarks. I'd have to apologize to my friends for brushing them off but hopefully they understood. Tyson immediately followed me, giggling every once in a while, like he had just been given the best present on Christmas morning. I didn't know how I should feel for having Tyson as a brother. I read that the gods sometimes had monster children, but I had yet to even meet my godly half siblings. The idea of actually thinking of them as family was confusing and complex.

I could picture Adamos pinching the bridge of his nose, muttering about our shared father, if the emotions that I'm feeling from are anything to go by. It wasn't anything malicious or bad, just a bit of exhaustion at the circumstance. Meaning that I would deal with this new set of circumstances myself. And in my endless ideas of how best to solve what I'm feeling, I do the one thing that could possibly solve my problems.

Talk to Hestia.

It wasn't hard sneaking out since Tyson is a heavy sleeper and being near invisible in dark places helps with patrolling harpies, allowing me to make it to the pavilion in record walking time.

Just like always, sitting at the base of the brazier was an eight-year-old goddess. Her usual smile seemed shallow compared to all the other times I had seen her. Most likely the state of the camp was affecting her too. She quickly hid it however when she noticed me as I sat beside her.

"Hello Percy." Her voice was as soft and comforting as ever. "I take it you wish to talk about recent events?"

I released a sigh and allowed myself to decompress, no longer holding the emotions in. "Yeah. It's just…a lot to adapt too."

"Indeed. Its not everyday that a demigod meets one of their more mythical family members." She moved the wood around the brazier with her poker, but it felt like her entire attention was on me despite not making eye contact. "How do you feel about it?"

It felt like a loaded question. One that I couldn't just brush off without disappointing the goddess in front of me. "I feel… complicated." Hestia looked at me with an expecting gaze, urging me to continue. "On one hand I don't mind having Tyson as a brother. He's a good person, err, monster? Kid, he's a good kid. But on the other hand, he is still a monster and camp is already tense enough as it is. Its kind of making me rethink if it was a good idea to bring him here in the first place."

"Having a monster within the boundaries is nothing new, the satyrs and harpies being good examples." She pointed out.

"Yeah but the campers' morale is low enough as it is. Especially when dad claimed him in front of everyone." I exclaimed as I leaned against the steps of the brazier "I don't think that I've ever seen the Hermes cabin so angry."

"Poseidon always was one to follow his whims if he believed they would help."

"Help who exactly?" I muttered as I rested my head on my hand. Adamos told me the same thing long ago. That Poseidon was much like the oceans that he commanded. Unpredictable and ever changing.

"Tell me Percy. Is it truly the camp you are worried about or is it yourself?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. The question catching me off guard.

"Is the morale of the what you are truly worried about? Or is it what the other campers will think of you from now on?" Hestia's eyes bore into my own, not in a harsh way but a soft look that a told of limitless patience.

"I think…it's a bit of both." I admitted unsure. Hestia raised a brow.

"I'm worried that many of the other unclaimed campers will leave because of this. And I guess a small part of me is worried what the other campers will think." It wasn't anything new. I was never the most popular at any school I attended. Usually at the bottom of the school hierarchy. It never bothered me to much. I never stayed around enough for a second year to care. But this was different. At camp there would always be a place for me, I would always fit in somewhere. Even when the campers were avoiding me last year it was bearable because some of them were still nice enough to hang out with me.

But now? I would be known as the kid with the monster sibling. I would be the outcast even in a camp of outcasts. The mere thought of it made a pit form in my gut.

"I know it will be hard at first Percy, but you mustn't let this affect you." Hestia rested a hand on my shoulder. Her hand radiating a comforting warmth. "You do have friends here at the camp that sympathize with you and will stick by you. Focus on them and not the others." Her words comforted me. I swear I was partially wondering if she was actually the goddess of wisdom rather than Athena. "Now enough of this inner self discovery. I assume that you came here for something else?"

"Yeah." I said silently thanking Hestia for the subject change. The goddess always knew when to stop pushing when necessary. "Earlier when I was talking to Chiron, he mentioned something that may be able to save the camp, but he didn't explain what it was. Adamos had a few ideas but nothing for sure since he didn't know where they could be."

"Chiron was right. If there is anything in the Greek world that can save the tree and restore the camp to what it once was it would be one artifact." I raised a brow at Hestia as she took out the tome and began looking through the pages. She stopped at the page she wanted and flipped the book around. The words rearranged themselves to be read as a picture of a golden ram was sketched into the page. "The golden fleece. The treasure sought after by the Argonauts when the gods still made their home in Greece."

"Will it really work?"

Hestia nodded. "The fleece has always held great healing and nature properties. I know that it will work."

"Do you where it is? Just tell me and I can go get it." I asked eagerly. The sooner I get the fleece the sooner that camp is returned to normal and hopefully Chiron will return as the camp activities director.

"All in due time Percy." Hestia stored the book back in her robes. "Despite how it may seem the gods are not completely idle in this matter and your time to help will come. The only thing I can tell you is to remember what I am about to tell you." I nod and give her my undivided attention. "30, 31, 75, 12."

…I blink. "Did you just give me a math problem?"

"Coordinates Percy. I gave you coordinates." Hestia said in an amused tone. "Though I must say that your brother takes a rather zealous amount of details in regard to the mythical treasures."

Cue feelings indignation and sulking from my resident god.

"Now off to bed with you." Hestia shooed me away from the brazier with a soft poke from her fire poker. "Your brother has probably a few million ideas that he wants you to do for him, so you'll have to get up early in the morning."

I pale at the thought. Adamos was never one to hold back when he wanted something. The last time that I told him I was to tired to do anything he just told me to surpass my limits and then started blasting sound effects until I got out of bed. And let me tell you I nearly had a heart attack when he played the Godzilla roar on full blast.

"ByeAuntHestiaIgottagogoodnight!" I said really quickly before running to catch what little hours of sleep I could. I could hear Hestia giggling as I ran off.

I might not be allowed to go after the fleece, at least not right now, but that didn't mean that there weren't hundreds of other problems around the camp that couldn't be solved.

And the first problem on my list that requires my immediate attention?

Trying not to become a figurative zombie tomorrow morning from lack of sleep.

Omake: Pray to the Heavenly Father

In a time of war and conflict a lone young girl knelt within a church. Her hands clasped together in prayer as her ocean blue eyes gazed up at the magnificent cross before her. He visage could only be described as breath taking as the sun poured through the glass windows of the church, solely illuminating the place where she prayed, as if all the world's attention was exclusively on her.

She was a beauty that many would say would belong among the angels in heaven. Her long hair that reached past her back was a majestic golden color that was never tarnished by dirt or grime, even when it touched the barren church floor. Her youthful and smile warmed the hearts of many and inspired countless more. A silver head piece rested above her brow accenting her brilliant eyes amongst the golden locks.

She wore a form fitting dark blue attire that showed her rather generous bust but was partially hidden beneath a robe of the same color. Upon her waist she wore an armored girdle that covered her hip. Upon her limbs she wore a sparse amount of armor, just enough to cover forearms and up to her knees.

This was Jeanne d'Arc. The Maiden of Orleans and Heroine of the Hundred years war.

"Oh father, I ask of you to bless us with victory and an end to this war. If not for me than for the men who have fought at my side. They are good soldier and companions with families that only wish to bring peace during these troubled times." She spoke reverently, her voice was soft yet filled the entire room. "I know that you are not allowed to directly intervene in the affairs of mortals, but I pray that you will show them the same light that you have given to me whenever I needed comfort or guidance." The heroine prayed to her father up in heaven.

Elsewhere

In a realm far off. One hidden from all unwanted eyes and intruders. A sacred place filled with its own life, untouched by the hands of man and allowed to grow into a paradise of nature and magic.

In a disclosed location far off where nothing resided. A familiar god paced back and forth in the middle of a large circular stone platform surrounded by water and partially submerged ruins. Every now and then he looked back to a large whiteboard filled with scribbles and random notes. Next to it two women stood in attendance wearing maid uniforms, the black and white complementing their snow-white hair and ruby eyes.

"What do I do, what do I do?!" Adamos ran his hands through his hair as he roared with frustration. A certain problem causing him no end of frustration and misery. "Gah! I can't think of anything!"

"Master I believe that it would be best to leave this problem for another time." One of the maids spoke as she rifled through a stack of parchments. "There are many documents that require your attention in a more immediate time." She sent a sharp gaze towards her master emphasizing the importance of the paperwork.

"I promise you Sella that I do take my duties very seriously." Adamos wiped everything off of the whiteboard before turning to his servant. "But the needs of my wonderful daughter outshine all of them. I mean what kind of father would I be if I wasn't there for her. Or worse. What if she hates me for it?" The god shouted with fear and very animated tears as he imagined his daughter resenting him. The very idea was like a stab wound

"Yeah Sella." The other maid spoke up with a monotone voice. "Get off the masters dick. My boys got this wrapped up."

"You know it Leysritt." Adamos sent the blank faced maid a grateful smile.

"Well excuse me if I don't believe that the master has this 'wrapped up' girlfriend." Sella shot back. Her criticisms weren't unwarranted as their master had been trying to solve this problem for an entire week but nothing, he came up with seemed satisfactory enough for him to give to his daughter.

"Sella please don't." Leysritt emotionlessly pleaded.

"Well I happen to have one at the ready." Adamos said in a serious tone as he cracked his neck.

Sella let out a sigh as she grabbed a literal magic marker and wiped something away before writing something else in its place. "Conceptualized weapon or power. Attempt # 251." Sella spoke with an air of defeat, already used to her master's personality.

Adamos tenses, his eyes closed as he sets himself up. Then as if a flip was switched his eyes snap open.

"ETERNAL! JEANNE! FEVER!" He shouts with each word accompanied by a dynamic pose until he makes a T pose, almost as if he was preaching toward the sky in reverence. Adamos emitted a beam of light in the shape of his posing body. The beam soared off into the distance before colliding with a distant mountain. The beam exploded on impact, making a massive ball of fire and light that engulfed the horizon and turned the sky red. The force of the blast reached all the way to the ruins, kicking up the dresses of Sella and Leysritt's maid uniforms slightly, neither reacting to the destruction. The explosion soon died down revealing that the entire top half of the mountain had been obliterated.

"Huh?" Adamos looked at his handiwork as he rubbed his chin in an inquisitive way. "I could have sworn I only tried to use a below average beam."

"Ohhh." Leysritt gave a very polite soft clap.

Sella on the other hand…

"I seriously question the sanity in the decision to bestow a teenage girl, no matter how well behaved, an anti-fortress level power."

"But it will destroy any enemies that try to attack her." Adamos spoke as if it made perfect sense.

"Damn straight." Leysritt nodded. "Lady Jeanne will style all over her enemies' corpses."

Sella's eye twitched as the two began to agree with each other. She knew her master was a highly intelligent being and could always apply the appropriate amount of serious to any situation. However, his love for his children had to be one of his few weaknesses that caused him to throw common sense out of the window. Knowing that there was only one way to prevent mass destruction and the embarrassment and humiliation of a young maiden Sella used a tried and true weapon that she always had in her arsenal.

"If you bestow such a technique upon her you know it will only draw attention to her from other pantheons." Sella spoke bluntly making Adamos tense. "Others will definitely be after her to learn the secrets of the magic. She will be sought after a by unsavory individuals and all the time wonder where her dear papa is."

"If they try," Adamos spoke with only the seriousness and fury a protective parent can have "I'll kill them."

"Or we can try a more subtle approach." Sella pointed out, saving France from being wiped from existence.

"I'm listening…" Adamos gave her his full attention.

On a battlefield in France

"Onward my comrades." Jeanne commanded. "We must drive them back! For the glory of France!" Jeanne hoisted a battle standard into the air. The white and gold flag acting like an untarnished beacon. "Here's the work of the Lord! My flag defend our brethren! Luminosité Eternelle!"

The clouds part in reverence to her words. Her figure is bathed in divine light as her comrades are bolstered with newfound strength.

"Can you see them father." Jeanne whispers. "This is your miracle at work. Thank you." She speaks with pious love to her divine parent.

Elsewhere

"Now that is over, I really need you to…" Sella begins but is cut off by…

"Yeah! She loves it! She really loves it!" Adamos shouts with glee before running over to Sella and giving her a full-blown kiss on the cheek to show his appreciation. "Sella you beautiful genius!" He then takes the papers from her stiff hands and walking off.

Leysritt just looks at the shell-shocked Sella, whose pale face had become the same shade of ruby as her eyes, with a stoic unchanging expression. "Lucky." She speaks in monotone, but you could hear the underling tone of envy. She then turns follows after her master, leaving Sella in her frozen state.

A/N:

Hey everyone. Not much in this chapter but the omake was something that I wanted to try when one of you suggested something. It's the first time I've written an omake so I don't know if I did a good job. I kinda feel like I wrote too much. Anyways I hope you get what references I put in there. They are blatantly obvious.

Anyways make sure you all stay healthy you sexy beasts!