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Percy Pov

The months of the year had passed without any hitch. The camp was peaceful and beautiful. Campers had been coming to camp safely and in large numbers. I learned a lot from my friends, who were more of a family to me. I gained experience through my many spars with Ares. The god of war had begun to keep a tally count of our scores. It was carved into a piece of wood on the side of the arena. Despite being a reincarnated ancient being within a body of a demigod son of Poseidon, I was holding my own against the god of war reasonably well.

Ares had used his vast experience fighting to rack up a score of twenty-three matches won, to my seventeen matches won. For almost a fifty-fifty split, I'd say I was doing well. I had become a great tactician and leader thanks to Leonidas and Odysseus's leadership and teaching capabilities. I applied my skills as a leader and tactician in capturing the flag. I had become a capable and respected teacher among the demigods at camp. Campers had often told me that I was equal if not exceeding in sword combat than Luke Castellon, the recent traitor to camp.

Chiron had told me that I was the greatest warrior taught since nearly four centuries ago. I taught all forms of blade combat, from knives to polearms, even the occasional ax. I was excellent at teaching archery and had become a master myself, thanks to the teachings of Orion and Chiron. Theseus, Perseus, Peleus, and Jason taught me the rest of the Greek and Roman mythology aspects. From the culture to the myths and shared knowledge, even down to the smallest of details like what separates one style of clothing from another.

Although, I had come to appreciate the company of Achilles the most, as I could relate to him the most. A famed warrior thought to be invincible(mentally). Feared in battle, a ferocious warrior feared by many. Unparalleled in combat and a great leader. He, too, had lost his cousin to the war. He felt the bitter feeling of loss and misery, the grief of losing a loved one. He and I had come to call each other brothers. I frequently found myself seeking counsel in his words of comfort and wisdom.

The eight heroes had become something I had wanted since I learned my mother was killed by my bastard excuse of a human being's stepfather. He was abusive; he tortured me on many occasions, he was also a major part of my sexual abuse. He had let many hookers and junkies have their way with my body when my mother wasn't home. He found pleasure in torturing me, pouring water on me whenever I would pass out. I would wake up with a healed body, and the torture would start again. How I wished I could kill the bastard.

I had become like a big brother to the younger campers, always looking out for the new campers, making sure they transitioned well, and if they were confused, I would help them learn.

Chiron and Mr. D became like father figures to me, as they provided wisdom to me. Words of wisdom when I was feeling down, being available to talk to me when I needed to talk. They wouldn't mind listening to my lectures; for practice, of course, I had to practice with someone. They also proved to become both good discussions and card games.

Mr. D had declared me his favorite demigod and had essentially adopted me into his family.

Flashback

I had just sat down at the table in the big house, reaching for a few cards to build my hand. I spoke, breaking the silence, "Mr. D, I had a thought." Mr. D briefly looked up from his cards and nodded, telling me to continue.

"How often does your father monitor your power usage?" I asked curiously.

"I suppose not very often as he has many duties to attend to on Olympus." Mr. D said a moment later. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, Chiron always reprimands you for summoning whine because of your restrictions." Mr, D gave me a soft glare, being reminded of his actions. "Well, what if you manually made wine? Not with any godly power or anything, but with the power of your hands, and stuff. Spending time in the grape fields with your sons. Or possibly with other demigods, to build relations with us. Maybe experiment with wine and soda, like disguising wine in a can of soda. It's physical and chemical make up being actual soda, but with the same taste of fine wine. Or, doing the same the other way around, for demigods on Olympus during celebrations, have wine in a bowl specifically named for the demigods but with the taste set to match each demigod's favorite soda while giving a slight buzz feeling to the demigod. Also, since your father would watch if you summoned wine with your godly power, then I figured he would ignore it if perhaps a demigod gave you some." Mr. D looked surprised, curious, and had a face that seemed to take up the entire feeling of thinking.

"That is the best idea I have ever heard of Per- Shado." Mr. D corrected.

"Speaking of which, Castor, Pollux, and I made this bottle of wine. We wanted your opinion on it before we sent out a delivery of it into the city." I spoke while handing over a bottle of Ampoule wine. "We've been aging it for the last nine months. It hasn't been long by any means, but we were hoping that the recipe and cooking process would rectify the aging time." I spoke to the god of wine.

I brought two glasses over to Chiron, and Mr. D. Chiron looked slightly disappointed that I was encouraging Mr. D to technically violate his restrictions. I poured the wine into each glass, the crimson purple-colored liquid slowly filling up the glasses.

Chiron and Mr. D both looked toward the sky and waited for the lightning that would never come. Mr. D took that as permission to drink, so he did just that.

The instant the crimson liquid touched his tongue, he let out a small gasp.

"Shado, my friend, I believe we are about to develop a wonderful friendship. I would gladly join you three out in the fields to make and produce the wine." Mr. D spoke with passion.

"Now then, really quick, if we are to work together on this I need to do something."

I nod, feeling as if I knew what was about to happen.

I was right because Mr. D started to speak in greek, "Εγώ, ο Διόνυσος, ο Έλληνας θεός της καρποφορίας, της βλάστησης, του κρασιού και της έκστασης, υιοθετώ και δίνω τη θεϊκή μου ευλογία στον Περσέα "Σάδο" Τζάκσον, δίνοντάς τους τις δυνάμεις που θα λάμβαναν τα παιδιά μου, όπως η χλωροκίνηση (χειρισμός φυτών και συγκεκριμένα σταφυλιού και αμπέλια φράουλας) που περιλαμβάνει δέσμευση αμπέλου και χειραγώγηση αμπέλου, μικρό έλεγχο της πυροκίνησης (χειρισμός της φωτιάς), αιώρηση, φωτοκίνηση (χειραγώγηση του φωτός), αλκοκίνηση (χειραγώγηση αλκοόλ) που περιλαμβάνει μετασχηματισμό αλκοόλ, σύζευξη αλκοόλ και ανοσία στο αλκοόλ, τρέλα χειραγώγηση συμπεριλαμβανομένης της πρόκλησης και της θεραπείας της τρέλας. Αποδέχομαι αυτόν τον ημίθεο στην οικογένειά μου, και όποιος θα τον αντιμετωπίσει ως αληθινό εχθρό θα νιώσει την οργή της γραμμής αίματος του Διονύσου. Έτσι έχει ειπωθεί, και έτσι θα γίνει. (I, Dionysus, the Greek god of fruitfulness, vegetation, wine, and ecstasy, adopt and give my godly blessing to Perseus "Shado" Jackson, giving them the powers that my children would receive, such as Chlorokinesis(manipulation of plants, specifically grape and strawberry vines) which includes vine binding, and vine manipulation, minor control of pyrokinesis(fire manipulation), levitation, photokinesis(manipulation of light), alcokinesis(manipulation of alcohol) which includes alcohol transformation, alcohol conjuration, and alcohol immunity, madness manipulation including causing and curing madness. I accept this demigod into my family, and any who shall face them as a true enemy shall feel the wrath of the Dionysus bloodline. So has it been said, and so shall it be done.)" With that Mr. D held out his hand. I expected to be blasted with a globe of energy but instead a large constant beam of light. The beam hit my chest and melted into my body, and so I waited for the godly energy to absorb into my essence.

A few moments later, the energy flow was cut off as Mr. D lowered his arm. I noticed that I started to feel different. Not like I myself am different, but like something about me was changing. It wasn't my mortal body but rather my godly essence.

Flashback end

Afterward, Mr. D had begun working with the demigods actively. His hate and dislike for us were abandoned and turned into a level of fondness not found in anyone in existence.

We had become the biggest export of wine, strawberries, and just about any vegetable you could think of, even if the export was out of season.

From our sales of wine, fruit, and vegetables, we had an excess of money. We consistently donated to orphanages and homeless shelters all over New York. However, we still had a large sum of money.

I had started practicing my godly powers in private so that when I did become a god again, I would have to spend time adjusting to my power. To be safe, I only practiced those that wouldn't arouse suspicion or cause harm to others.

For my domain of the void, I simply practiced trapping objects within the void. I gradually went up to live beings, insects, and the occasional animal. Now I know what you're thinking, what about people? The answer, well, those that were put into the void as a punishment, shouldn't be viewed as people. Whether they were terrorists, murderers, pedophiles, or rapists. They were sent into the void as punishment.

I had begun writing a multitude of stories for my domains over creation, existence, fantasy, beginnings, balance, and endings. I had noticed that some of the most famous stories in the real world were absent in this universe. So I began as an author writing stories such as The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Hobbit trilogy, The Star wars originals and prequels, and some books from one of the greatest authors of all time, Stephen King.

For my domains of intelligence and knowledge, I studied and memorized anything and everything that I could get my hands on.

At times I decided that I would practice my domain of destruction only after creating small items to be destroyed. I was fascinated at how the items seemed to decay down to the very last atom. The essence of the object was also being destroyed. The objects seemed to melt into nothingness as if an invisible acid was poured onto the said object.

For my domains of energy and matter, I practiced making flames and such. At the same time, I practiced manipulating anything and everything that used matter to exist. Whether it be stone or air, or anything in between.

On a separate note, I had spent a lot of time within the woods at camp half-blood. Away from the other demigods, satyrs, and even the nymphs. I had been practicing the powers given to me by Ares, Hades, and Mr. D. I had been practicing my shadow manipulation or its actual term Umbrakinesis. I was able to shadow travel, absorb and dissipate darkness, generate darkness, and I was able to weaponize darkness. I could pool darkness into beams or small balls of light that would surround an object in the darkness, making it invisible or cloud a person's sight. Hades' blessing enhanced my geokinesis. It allowed me to generate larger earthquakes, navigate extremely well underground, and have slight power of magma and lava. I learned about the magma and lava control when I almost got burnt to a crisp on the lava rock wall. I was able to somewhat control the flow of the lava and magma away from my body and, if need be, away from others. Hades' blessing also gave me the powers of necromancy, osteokinesis, cryokinesis, ghost transformation, and pyrokinesis.

Necromancy included power over the dead in which I could summon, the dead to aid me in battle. The dead included skeletons, skeleton warriors, ghosts, and undead warriors of past wars. I had the power to reanimate, summon, put to sleep, and even destroy the dead. Ares's blessing strengthened my necromancy powers, allowing me to call forth soldiers of the losing side of wars. Osteokinesis gave me the power of manipulating bones, specifically human bones, and I could also generate and create bone. I could create weapons, everyday objects, and even chairs out of bone. Whenever I was angry or filled with rage, my surroundings were lit aflame and frozen. Black hellfire, combined with fire from Ares' and Dionysus' blessings, raged through entire trees sometimes, causing me to use my limited power of chlorokinesis to help mend the trees and plants within the woods. Sometimes when I was angry and filled with sadness, things would freeze into ice, or the air and my immediate surroundings would turn cold. I also learned that I could turn mortals and monsters into ghosts and command them to go to the underworld and never return. I also guessed I could do the same for demigods. Also, from Hades' blessing, I had Hypnokinesis and Phobikinesis. The manipulation of sleep and dreams, and the manipulation of fear. I could force mortals, demigods, and monsters to sleep; I could also, to some extent, manipulate their dreams. My favorite ability so far was the ability to manipulate fear. It was funny because most monsters could speak in greek or modern English, and let's just say that they had some interesting fears; the same could be said for many, many of the demigods. Some of those fears I couldn't get rid of because, well, you know, eidetic memory and all.

From Ares' blessing, I also received telumkinesis, which allowed me to conjure weapons from nothingness. It also allowed me to transform weapons, change objects around me into weapons or turn my enemies' weapons into something else. My favorite instance was when I changed the minotaur's ax into a rubber stick. Telumkinesis also allowed me to curse others' weapons, such as when I cursed a cyclops' club to be infinitely heavy. Ares' blessing allowed me to be invulnerable within the first twenty minutes of any battle, even if it was a small fight or spar.

I was also given Odikinesis, which was the manipulation of the emotions of war, which included rage, hate, and anger. It also allowed me to create a powerful scream that could cause pain and discomfort in my enemies. His blessing also gave me the ability of an abnormal amount of potential and learning capability for learning anything related to combat or war. I had become extremely good at weapons combat. I was also able to meditate extremely well; I also taught meditation to other interested campers. It allowed us to go into combat with a clear head and prevented us from being affected by our enemies' taunts. Ares also blessed me with enhanced strength, superhuman durability, and agility. I was also given a great mind for strategic ability, planning, and strategy. I utilized this skill a lot, winning capture the flag, and making strategies for demigods to take down monsters. Dionysus' blessing gave me chlorokinesis, photokinesis, alcokinesis, and madness manipulation. Chlorokinesis helped me in combat and in everyday life.

I could control plant life to hold monsters in place, making them vulnerable to attack. Chlorokinesis also helped me heal plant life within the woods, helped me grow our grapes for wine, and helped me grow our vegetables for our other exports. Photokinesis helped me in combat occasionally and mainly helped me with plantlife, helping it grow, even if it was dark outside. More specifically, I had set up a building of sorts surrounding our "farms" or garden. I had figured out a way for light to be trapped within the building allowing the plants to grow. At the same time, rain and precipitation still passed through the building(thanks to Mr. D, it saves save me from being questioned). Alcokinesis allowed me to transform, conjure, and be immune to alcohol. Using my ability to transform and conjure alcohol, I could strengthen our recipes from older wine, combining the flavors of multiple wines, making a super wine that touched all of the essential flavors of both red and white wine.

Madness manipulation gave me the ability to cause and cure madness. I practiced causing madness on the scum of the human race that I trapped within the void; they now suffered from dementia, Alzheimers, insanity, and some suffered from the multi-personality disorder. Mr. D, or father as he insisted I call him, and I created a building about a mile from camp that also has a magical border thanks to Hecate. New York, Vermont, Delaware, Pennsylvania, Maine, Maryland, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New Jersey, and Connecticut sent us patients deemed unable to be cured of their mental illnesses. Illnesses that ranged from bipolar depression to dementia, and anything in between. Each patient we received was released a month later, completely cured. We didn't charge the patients any money or anything as it was unneeded. Though we did require them to not meet their loved ones for at least a single year. For our convenience, the mist helped us cover that mortals were being cured of mental illnesses that couldn't be cured within a single month. The mist made it seem like a year and a half before they were "cured."

Later in the summer, Thalia's tree was poisoned. I was the first to figure it out, as I could sense Thalia's life force wavering. The gods seemed to realize that it was Luke. However, since Luke couldn't be punished since he couldn't be found, Zeus had to blame someone, and they would blame Chiron, one of my father figures.

So that is how I found myself now, in the throne room of the gods testifying for the innocence of Chiron.

Each of the gods was present, including Hades and Hestia. Some minor gods such as Thanatos, Iris, Hecate, and Nike.

Zeus was ranting about how his daughter's tree was poisoned and how his daughter would die, and that someone needed to be blamed.

I spoke a mumbled a phrase in the language of the void. "Silence! munu á peace minn lorð. (Silence! Be at peace my lord.)."

The throne room became cold, and an eerie silence followed forth. Zeus' rage dissipated, his eyes frantically looking for the source of the voice.

"Minn lords ok ladr, ef ek Maymræli, ek munu prove khiron's innocent. (My lords and ladies, if I may speak, I would prove Chiron innocent.)." I spoke, (Yes, I know it is old Norse.)

All eyes were drawn to me as I stood up from a kneeling position. Each of the gods seemed to be on edge.

Zeus beckoned me to speak. I nodded and began my defense of the immortal centaur. "I firstly want to say that I'm sorry, my lord, Zeus, that your daughter's tree was poisoned." Zeus merely nodded at me; I continued, "Secondly, while camp should have foreseen this, we are not oracles or seers." Zeus seemed to become angry.

Noticing this, I spoke quickly, "I'm not saying that no one is to blame. However, it is not Chiron who is at fault. It is mine."

Ares, Dionysus, and Hades seemed to rise to anger, knowing how Zeus would react.

Zeus seemed to explode with anger, but seeing the four glares from his family seemed to calm him down, or rather keep him seated.

"Explain, Perseus," Poseidon said.

"You see, my lords and ladies, that in the time from the last quest, I have become the "camp leader." I have taught the new campers and have earned the trust of the older campers." A few of the gods nodded at this as if to testify with me. I continued giving my defense. "I, along Clarisse, daughter of Ares, run the camp border security patrol. We would have put guards in place, but we didn't for the main reason we didn't was that we thought that Luke Castellon, son of Hermes, wouldn't dare cause harm to the thing that has held Thalia Graces' life force." All the gods seemed to nod their heads at this, even Zeus. "Now I have two more things to say, my lords and ladies; Thalia's tree is half inside and half outside the border, while we could have put the guards around the tree. The fact remains that Luke was never banished from camp, and that if he poisoned it from the inside, then he would have easily defeated the guards in combat. Only Clarisse, and I on a joint effort would be able to attempt to defeat the demigod." Zeus nodded and motioned to speak again, sensing I wasn't done.

"I ask you that you do not blame Chiron but blame me instead. Send Clarisse and me to find the golden fleece. It is the only chance we have at healing Thalia's tree." I proposed to the council.

While the council spoke together in hushed voices, my attention was drawn toward the four minor gods. Thanatos, Keres, Hecate, Iris, and Nike seemed to radiate a desire to speak. I made a mental note to remain on Olympus long enough to speak with the four.

Zeus slammed his bolt on the marble floor, drawing all attention back to himself. "Tell me, Perseus, how would you and the daughter of Ares find the Golden Fleece? Only one person has ever found it, and it has been assumed to be lost to time." Zeus asked in a booming voice.

I looked toward Hades and spoke telepathically, "Father, is it ok that I reveal my guards?" Hades thought for a moment before giving a nearly imperceptible nod.

I turned back toward Zeus and spoke, "I have been gifted something, my lord, that I think would help Clarisse and me on our quest if you allow us." Zeus nodded and waved his arm, motioning me to hurry up. "Gerþinnr sjálfr visible, (Make yourself visible)," I spoke in voidtongue. A moment later, eight transparent figures revealed themselves around me. Each figure looking toward different gods. Orion, Achilles, and Peleus were staring heatedly at Apollo. Orion for the reason that he was driven mad by the sun god, for earning his sister's affection. Achilles and Peleus because Apollo had killed him/his son.

Jason and Perseus stared longingly at their father. Odysseus gratefully stared at Athena, asking her for his great knowledge and strategic planning. Theseus looked toward Poseidon, and Leonidas looked forward, not meeting the eyes of any gods, looking like a true soldier. Each gods breathes hitched in their throats, well, except for Hades and Hestia. Zeus had tears starting to well in his eyes, likewise so did Poseidon. Hera looked angrily at Zeus, reminded once again of his unfaithfulness. Apollo was reminded of his mistake and looked down in regret. Artemis looked angrily at her brother, reminded of his actions against her; she had fallen in love with the hunter before she had taken her oath of virginity. Athena and Ares had a large mix of emotions welled within themselves. Athena's emotions are fronted as worry and nostalgia. While Ares' emotions are fronted as pride and excitement, looking forward to the possible violence in the not too far off war. Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Hermes, Dionysus, and Demeter all looked surprised.

I commanded my ability of cryokinesis and pyrokinesis to take hold. The torches and the hearth roared to mighty heights. The edges of the room began to freeze over with ice, and the air turned cold. Steam could be seen coming off even Poseidon's breath.

Zeus looked toward Hades and Hestia to tell them to knock it off, but they seemed confused by the events. Eventually, Zeus' eyes returned to me before he resumed his speech, "Very well, you, Clarisse, and your group of dead warriors may seek out the Golden Fleece to heal my daughters tree." I nodded.

A moment later, Zeus flashed out in a thunderous crack of lightning and thunder.

The rest of the gods left in flashes of light in the moments after. Including Hestia, who should have remained to take care of the hearth. I let go of control over my cryo and pyrokinesis, returning the room to its normal state.

Thanatos, Hecate, Iris, and Nike stayed behind. They walked toward me, obviously wishing to speak with me.

Thanatos, Keres, and Hecate spoke together, "Perseus, we wish to give you a gift that will help you in the future. How far that future will be, we do not know." I nodded at this, expecting things like this. A trio of orbs appeared before me, one that was black as night, one was grey, and the last was pure white.

The orbs hit me simultaneously, as I heard three voices speak out in ancient greek. (First will be Thanatos, then Keres, and then Hecate.)

"Εγώ, ο Θανάτος, ο Έλληνας θεός του Θανάτου υιοθετώ τον Περσέα «Σάδο» Τζάκσον στη γραμμή αίματος μου, ως πρώτο γιο μου, δίνοντάς του μια αυξημένη ικανότητα πάνω στη Νεκρομανία, κάποιο έλεγχο στις πόρτες του θανάτου, τη νευροεπιστήμη (το να γνωρίζει τα πάντα για τον θάνατο, τους νεκρούς, ο ετοιμοθάνατος, και ποιος θα πεθάνει μετά), η αορατότητα και η φυγή. Έτσι είχε ειπωθεί και έτσι θα γίνει. Χρησιμοποίησε καλά αυτά τα δώρα γιε μου.

(I, Thanatos, the Greek god of death, adopt Perseus "Shado" Jackson into my bloodline, as my first son, giving him a heightened ability over necromancy, some control over the doors of death, neuroscience (the knowing everything about death, the dead, the dying, and who will die next), invisibility, and flight. I also grant you an affinity for magic in the wizarding world. May your skill be unparalleled. So had it been spoken, and so shall it be done. Use these gifts well, my son.)." Thanatos called out.

"Εγώ, ο Keres, ο Έλληνας θεός του βίαιου θανάτου, υιοθετώ τον Περσέα Τζάκσον στην οικογένειά μου, δίνοντάς του την ικανότητα να γίνεται πιο δυνατός γύρω από το θάνατο, και όταν οι άνθρωποι πεθαίνουν, του δίνω τον έλεγχο και τη δύναμη των δηλητηρίων που μόνο οι αθάνατοι μπορούν να θεραπεύσουν. Αν κάποιος τον βλάψει ή τον προδώσει, θα νιώσουν την οργή του θανάτου. Έτσι ειπώθηκε, και έτσι θα γίνει. Χρησιμοποίησε καλά αυτό το παιχνίδι, γιε μου.

(I, Keres, the Greek god of violent death, adopt Perseus Jackson into my family, gifting him the ability to become stronger around death, and when people are dying, I grant him the control and power of poisons that only immortals can heal. If any harm or betray him, they shall feel the wrath of death. So has it been spoken, and so shall it be done. Use this gifts well, my son.)." Keres spoke.

"Εγώ, η Εκάτη, η Τιτάνη της μαγείας, και η Ελληνίδα θεά της μαγείας, της ομίχλης, των σταυροδρόμων, της νεκρομαντείας, της νύχτας και της δευτερεύουσας θεάς του φεγγαριού, υιοθετώ τον Περσέα "σκιάτο" Τζάκσον στην οικογένειά μου, ως ολόσωμο γιο, δίνοντας του την ικανότητα να χρησιμοποιεί μαγεία και μαγεία. Να ενισχύσει την ικανότητά του με νεκρομαντεία, και να τον κάνει πιο δυνατό κατά τη διάρκεια της νύχτας. Δίνω στον Περσέα έναν μαγικό πυρήνα που δεν θα αποκαλυφθεί παρά μόνο μετά τους επόμενους δύο πολέμους, το μέγεθος και η ισχυρή του δύναμη και τα όριά του θα είναι απεριόριστα. Θα ευλογηθεί με δύο ραβδιά και θα του δώσει ένα σπάνιο ζώο σύντροφο για να τον βοηθήσει στον κόσμο των μάγων.

(I, Hecate, Titaness of magic, and the greek goddess of witchcraft, the mist, crossroads, necromancy, the night, and minor goddess of the moon, adopt Perseus "shado" Jackson into my family, as a full-blooded son, giving him the ability to use magic, and witchcraft. To strengthen his ability with necromancy and make him stronger during the night. I gift Perseus with a magical core that won't reveal itself until after the next two wars. Its size, potent power, and limits will be unlimited. He will be blessed with two wands, and to give him a rare animal companion to aide him in the wizarding world.)." Hecate called out.

As the three orbs of energy absorbed into my body, I could feel my mortal blood boil before settling back to normal. A mirror was conjured before me; my hair was a dark black, with streaks of grey and white mixed in. Iris and Nike stepped toward me as Thanatos, Keres, and Hecate left.

"Perseus, I want to let you know that any IMs will be free from here on out. I also want to grant you superhuman speed." Iris spoke.

I nodded in acceptance. Iris walked closer to me and placed her hand on my forehead. There was a small flash of light that oddly left a remanent of the spectrum of light.

Nike walked toward me and spoke in a gentle voice, "Perseus, I want to grant you the ability to curse and bless people with victory and failure, along with superhuman athletic ability."

I nodded once again in acceptance as the goddess placed her hand on my forehead. A small flash of light later, Iris and Nike were gone, leaving me alone in the throne room. I flashed myself back to my cabin to tell Clarisse that we had a quest.

I had just walked out of my cabin when I heard two animals pad up to me. I turned to see my lions; they were now nearly full grown. Both lions' fur was glossy in the sunlight; their coats seemed to radiate a sense of godliness.

"Master!" The lions exclaimed telepathically.

"Pyre, Skye, how many times do I have to say not to call me that?" I chastised.

"Too many..." They trailed off.

"Come. We have a quest." I spoke.

We marched off together to find Clarisse. We eventually found her in the arena.

I approached my girlfriend slowly to sneak up on her. She was standing near the edge of the arena, focusing on something. I snuck up behind her and picked her up by putting my hands on her waist. She let out a short squeak before I set her down. She turned around, about to pummel whoever it was that thought they could sneak up on her but saw that it was me.

She promptly gave me a passionate kiss, and I happily returned the kiss. A moment later, we separated with a gasp of air.

"What was that for?" She asked me.

"Because I love you, Clarisse la Rue, now come on, we must prepare." I spoke.

She knit her brow in confusion, "Prepare for what?"

"For our quest."

"What quest?"

"The quest to retrieve the golden fleece to heal thalia's tree." I said.

"Why must we go?"

"Because I am to blame. Not for causing it, but rather for not guarding the tree. It is a much better result than Chiron being forced to step down as camp director. I have a feeling that someone much worse would have been chosen to replace him." I spoke with a sense of solemnity.

Clarisse looked up sadly but spoke nonetheless, "Where must we go?"

"The only place it would make sense to go." I spoke with a riddle.

Clarisse hit me on the arm, "Where is it we must go?"

I was about to speak when Jason appeared and spoke, "We must go to the sea of monsters. It is most likely near the mortals bermuda triangle."

Clarisse gave a slight nod toward the ancestor and went off to pack some essentials. As she walked away, he called out, "Who is coming with us?"

I quickly caught up with my beloved and responded in a soft voice, "You, me, the eight of my "warriors," Pyre, and Skye."

She nodded once again as she entered cabin five. I walked into the cabin and saw a few Ares campers wrestling on the ground a few yards away.

Before I could think much about it, Clarisse grabbed my arms and directed me outside toward the border as she pulled me along. However, before we could cross the border, we were met with two mechanical bulls running toward us. Before they managed to hit us, the border stopped them in place. I knew that they would burst through the border soon, so I spoke, "Clarisse, go sound the horn. Jason, Achilles, Leonidas, grab your shields and spears, keep them busy and focused on you. Theseus, Perseus, Odyseus, Peleus, two of each of you hack at their defensless legs when able. Orion and Peleus, fire arrows at them, Peleus, they don't have to be perfect shots. They just have to hit." I commanded out. I, too, equipped my shield and spear as we all rushed to do as told. My shield, sword, and the rest of my weapons were now in an alloy mix of metals. It was in equal parts, Stygian Iron, Tartarian Steel(gift from Hades), Celestial Bronze, Imperial gold(from Ares), Olympic Silver, Bone steel(gift from Hephaestus), Meteoric Iron(from Hephaestus), and Adamantine. It was essentially the ultimate weapon, well, apart from making a weapon from the essence of the void.

The bulls roared fire at us as we crossed through the border. Achilles, Leonidas, Perseus, Theseus, and Orion, began attacking the second bull, like Jason, Odysseus, Peleus, Clarisse, who had now returned, and I attacked the first bull. Clarisse and I were running shield point while Jason and Odysseus hacked at the legs of the bulls. Peleus, meanwhile, was shooting arrows at the bulls as fast as he could.

I sidestepped the bull's charge and noticed that it nearly hit the other bull but ran completely through Leonidas and Achilles as if they were merely illusions. I had an idea.

I started running toward a tree as I felt the bull gaining ground on me. I ran around the tree, the bull following. I noticed that the second bull ignored everyone else and was charging toward me, "Perfect!" I thought. I timed it perfectly, "Three...two...one...now dodge!" I commanded myself.

I dodged to the side as I heard the sound of colliding metal. I finally turned around to see a pile of twisted and fused celestial bronze. I lit a fire beside us with my pyrokinesis and hauled the bronze into the fire. "To Hephaestus, I'm sorry for breaking your bulls; they would have nearly destroyed camp if I hadn't; I'm sorry again." I finished the offering as the bronze went up into a billow of smoke and returned to the forge god. Pyre and Skye joined us a few moments later.

Deciding to push forward, we continued onward, not wanting to waste time. We started our quest and eventually made it to the road, where I tossed a drachma into the sky. It fell with ease and disappeared. Soon an old-looking taxi appeared, taking us toward our destination, which would end up being a beach in Florida.

Since we could not find a boat of any sort, I conjured up a boat. Specifically one of greek origin, the original Argo. Jason immediately jumped on the ship with a giddy smile on his face. We all joined him a moment later, so began our journey into the sea of monsters.

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Timeskip Three days

We had just entered the waters close to the straight that would allow us entrance to the sea of monsters. We were sailing peacefully when we started to be pulled towards a whirlpool. I tried to control the waters to steer us away from it. I started to get frustrated that it wouldn't work. Clarisse and I started working together to steer the ship, and so were the rest.

I suddenly felt a tug in my gut as we escaped the waters of Charbodyis. However, I soon realized we were headed straight towards Scylla. I hesitantly accepted that this would happen, and I met Clarisse's eyes. We broke our gazes from each other as Achilles called out, "Brace!"

Immediately Clarisse and I stooped low against the walls of the ship. One of Scylla's large heads shot out of the wall of the straight. It launched toward us, jaws open trying to grab hold of anything it could. It luckily closed on empty space, unable to grab anything. I equipped my bow, in hopes of shooting the monster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small spark moving toward something. I turned toward it, my attention fully on the moving spark. It was moving toward the lower deck of the ship.

I followed the spark down into the ship as it moved quickly. I suddenly realized where it was going. I turned running back up the stairs. I sprinted toward Clarisse, she had turned toward me. My face must've held fear because she could only ask a single question before a deafening explosion took place. "What's wrong?"

As she finished her question, I tackled her to the ground. I unfurled my wings, just in time, as the floor beneath us broke apart from the explosion of our greek fire storage. The ship exploded into many pieces as green fire consumed the wooden ship. I hovered in the air for a few moments before I started falling. My vision began to fade to black as we fell toward the water.

Dreamscape

I awoke to find myself walking with a group of eight people. I instantly realized they were the fellowship of the ring from J. R. R Tolkien's trilogy. The three other halflings were walking next to me, an ellon stood next to two men, and a dwarf. In front of the four was one of the Istari. I soon came to the realization that I was inside Frodo's body. I could see, smell, hear, feel, and taste all that he could.

I stared down at my feet as the fellowship continued forward. I shivered slightly as I felt the cold stone touch my feet. The trees around us seemed to grow through the stone without cracking or breaking the stone. I heard gasps of surprise from Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn.

Finally, looking up from my feet, I realized we stood in a circular receptive area like Rivendale. The buildings looked both of the make of elven and dwarven architecture. The elegant style of architecture gives a sense of freedom and unity to those who view it.

Gandalf stood before us, looking bewildered as if he wasn't sure where he was. There was a set of stairs leading up into a building. This specific building was elegant and graceful. It held a small stone statue on the front in the image of a strange beast of old. The door opened slowly, revealing a dark hallway lit by dim invisible light. Suddenly footsteps could be heard approaching.

Everyone present took in a gasp. A man emerged from the darkness; he looked like an elf if the ears were anything to go by. He radiated a sense of regality and elegance. He was as beautiful as the starry night in the skies. Dressed in silky white robes drifting ever so slightly in the wind; occasionally revealing a set of armour on his body. It radiated glory like no other, the color held several different colors, as if made from multiple metals. His hands were fair, and noble, yet defined and filled with muscle.

He began to speak, "Gandalf my student, why have you come back to Lyyrethuthenun?" His speech was soft but powerful. It echoed violently, seemingly shaking the world itself. It wasn't English or common tongue, since Merry, Pippin, Sam, and I couldn't understand it. It wasn't elvish or even dwarvish as Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli were confused.

Gandalf looked confused for a moment before a look of realization hit him.

Gandalf spoke in the same language a moment later, "Ancient Master, forgive us for intruding upon your sacred land, we seem to have lost our way. We are on a quest to destroy the one ring to rule them all."

Gandalf's speech was the same as the man's speech but less powerful and didn't echo so much. It also didn't leave us with our heads pounding.

The elf stood silently for a moment as if distracted by a voice. He spoke a moment later this time in common-tongue, "Come now, you must prepare fully for your journey to the forsaken lands of Mordor." With that spoken, he turned and walked back inside the building without another word.

Gandalf eagerly followed behind. We didn't have much choice but to follow behind the man. We were led through the dark tunnel, whispers of the wind echoed lightly around us. The darkness seemed to both hide and reveal things of old and of new. The darkness and light seemed to be equal in strength and fighting equally in both skill and strength.

As we were walking I thought back to some of Bilbo's old stories of Thorin Oakenshield's company. There was a fifteenth member that was seemingly lost to the voices of history. An elven wizard who had taught the Istari, and the teacher who had taught the teacher of the dark lord Sauron, and the fair lady Galadriel. An elf that was said to have predated the very earth beneath our feet. The elven wizard was told to be taller than even Saruman the greatest of the Istari. Fairer than any man, dwarf, elf, or any other free folk. The elven wizard was said to have been older than even the current elven lords and ladies. He stood at a height somewhere around sixteen feet tall. Suddenly a thought came to Frodo's mind, it was a name. Halethiorhael.

Frodo spoke suddenly drawing the attention of everyone in the hallway. "You're Halethiorhael, aren't you? The elven wizard that was rumored to have traveled with Thorin Oakenshields company."

The elven man hummed for a moment before speaking in a softer speech, common-tongue, "Yes, I am. Very perceptive Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo Baggins and Primula Brandybuck. Come along everyone, you must continue walking, else you wish to become food to the things that lie within the dark." We all hurriedly followed the Elven wizard, Halethiorhael.

We were emptied into a room; it was large and grand. It's architecture breathtaking, it seemed as if alive and moving, yet calm and graceful. Pictures of wars inscribed on the walls, images of our journey here, of rivendale, and even a battle that wouldn't come to pass for a long while.

As Halethiorhael sat on a throne he spoke again, "Come forth, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Legolas son of Thronduil, Boromir son of Denethor lord and steward of Gondor, and Gimli son of Gloin son of Groin. Do not be afraid, I wish to bestow a gift upon you." The mentioned members moved forward, albeit hesitantly. They each were given a piece of jewelry, and instructions in hushed whispers.

Halethiorhael spoke again, gentler this time, "Come forth Frodo Baggins, bearer of the ring of doom, come forth the rest of the halflings, Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Perrigron Took." We all moved forward. We too were given jewlry, each of us receiving different instructions.

We walked back next to the rest of the fellowship. Finally Gandalf was called forward, "Mithrandir, Gandaldf my student, come forth and receive your gift my friend." Gandalf walked forward quickly, as if eager to do so.

The man chanted quickly for a moment before a small flash of black and white light resonated briefly in the room.

Gandalf stood, shakily, as if having been defeated mightily. He spoke a quick word of confidence as he returned to us.

Halethiorhael stood and spoke, "I, Halethiorhael, bless the fellowship to journey well, and to be safe from danger until fate deems it so." A crack filled the air as the words were spoken. Our heads began to pound and our senses vibrated. "Do not worry, friends, I wish to come with you on your quest." He spoke.

Gimli let out a small curse about elves but didn't deny help.

The image faded and another took its place.

Thistime I was inside the body of Halethiorhael, or his disguise at least. He was walking through the shire, admiring its peaceful beauty. The sounds of children laughing, the occasional snort of a pig, and the clammoring of voices from those in the pubs. He was slowly walking through the townsquare, his height dwarfing that of even Thingol, the elven lord of the first age. His height stood nearly four times the hobbits around him.(Twelve feet at a minimum, and eighteen feet at a maximum, his height was sixteen feet. He stood nearly eight feet taller than the great elf lord.)

Hobbits scurried along the townsquare afraid to be trampled under the feet of the elf. Gasps of surprise came from any who passed by the wandering elf.

It was nearly dark out, the sky being painted a mix of beautiful oranges, purples, blues, and reds. The chirping of the birds died down slowly, as the screams of the cicaidas roared to life. The peaceful glints of light coming from the small circular windows of shire homes. The elf continued his walk, lost in his thoughts of creation. He had eventually come to his destination. A shire home, under a hill with a massive tree on top of the hill. A wonderful mess of flowers inside a garden. A small picket fence that would shurely tripped any of his height.

Entering into the garden of the home, he made his way to the door, where he heard voices exclaiming at the arrival of someone named Thorin. Conversation could be heard, "Gandalf," A deep voice had spoken, "You said this place was easy to find. I lost my way twice, nearly a third if it wasn't for the mark on the door."

Suddenly another voice exclaimed. "Mark? There's no mark on the door! I had it painted just last week."

Another voice sounded off, "That's because Bilbo Baggins, I placed the mark on the door." The voice continued a moment later, "Bilbo Baggins, let me introduce to you, Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of our company."

My eyebrows rose in surprise, I had expected the King under the mountain to be dead by now.

The voices died down to murmurs and I figured it was now that I should make myself known.

The elven man bent down and rapped my fingers on the door a few time, careful not to break the wooden door. The voices inside turned to a hushed whispers. The only lines that could be made out were, "Gandalf, you didn't tell me there was another coming." and the second, "I didn't? Well, there is a fifteenth member that is coming, although I want all of you to be respectful, he may not be quick to anger, but he isn't responsible for the deeds of his children, who have committed acts against your race." The first belonged to the deep voice, who was undoubtedly, Thorin second belonged to the one known as Gandalf.

There was sounds of two separate footsteps approaching the door. The small round door opened to show, a hobbit, and a wizard. The two could only look on in shock at the height of the elf.

Taking initiative of the situation, the elf spoke, "Is this the residence of Master Baggins?" The elf's voice was deep and soothing, yet elegant and fair.

"Y-yes, it is, are you here for the meeting?" the hobbit, whom the elf assumed was Bilbo Baggins, elf merely nodded his head yes in response.

The wizard, Gandalf, he presumed, spoke suddenly, "Holaleth, you may watch your height, the home isn't exactly built for one your height."

The elf, newly named Holaleth, nodded and shrunk his height down to half his height, standing a full two and a half feet above Gandalf. The three entered into the rooms, and eventually made it to the dining room. All silence fell once Holaleth entered the dining room.

A dwarf that looked like royalty spoke, "Gandalf, you didn't mention the fifteenth member being an elf!"

Gandalf was about to reprimand the dwarf prince but was interrupted by Holaleth's laugh catching even the wizard off-gaurd.

Holaleth spoke in an even tone, "Do not fear, Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror, it is unnecessary. I have not come here to harm nor threaten a group of dwarves that only wish to reclaim what is theirs. I am not my great-grandnephew, Thronduil is greedy, foolish, and quick to anger. He made a mistake not offering help on that day, one I wish I can restore."

The dwarves, Gandalf, and even Bilbo were dumbfounded by the kindness the elf showed to Thorin, even when Thorin himself didn't reciprocate the gesture.

Thorin merely gave a nod before beckoning Gandalf to continue.

Soon enough my surroundings started to fade, as I came closer to waking up.

Dreamscape end

I woke up to find myself in a bedroom, whose it was I couldn't figure out. Clarrise, wasn't anywhere in sight but I could hear her voice talking to someone.

An angry voice yelled, "Where is my boyfriend?!" Definitely Clarisse.

"Miss, I know where he is but I'm forbidden from taking you to him." A smaller voice spoke, a young girl around the age of ten give or take.

"If you do not take me to my boyfriend right now, I will throw you into the water, and find him myself!" Clarisse yelled again.

"Please, no! My mistress has forbidden me from taking you to him. Please, if I do then I will be severely punished." The girl spoke again, this time with a frantic voice.

Their voices got quiter, probably moving away or something.

My attention returned to the room. I lay on the bed that was oddly enough in the direct center of the room. A small dresser was off in the corner, a desk opposite, and a balcony to my left. There was a large set of double doors leading out onto the stone balcony, the curtains flowing inside the room, from a small wind. Another set of double doors was in front of the bed its dark brown wood contrasting nicely with the pale colored walls. To my right there is a bathroom that would take the breathes of even the extremely rich people of america. It was filled to the brim with marble walls, sinks, and toilets. A very large mirror was on one wall, and the shower was amazing, glass walls to leading in to a small chamber that also held glass walls.

Deciding not to miss the chance, I took a shower. The warm and soothing water rolling over my back, erasing any fatigue, and stress. The bruises on my back and chest fading slowly as my body became reenergized as the water soaked and absorbed into my skin.

After washing my hair and body, I was done with my shower. I walked out in to the main room, drying myself off with my hereditary powers over water and the sea. I willed my punk clothing to return to my body, this time the shirt underneath the leather jacket was a stark grey. My hair was pale black, and my skin was pale, almost deathly pale, like a son of Hades, and Thanatos.

I grinned to myself at the look I had made for myself, happy to be back in my outfit. It was then that I felt a presence approaching where I was at. Without thinking, I felt a small tug in my gut, a power had just become active, what it was I didn't know.

A women entered into the room, she was a very beautiful woman with long dark hair braided with threads of gold and piercing green eyes. She wore a silky black dress with shapes that seemed to move in the fabric: animal shadows, black upon black, like deer running through a forest at night.

She had looked upon the bed to see it empty and had walked toward the bathroom with her eyes closed. She began speaking, "Good you're awake, it's time to start your makeover." Her voice was like a soft lullaby, it made me want to lift myself into the air and go toward her, but I refrained. I didn't know who she was, or what she wanted.

She had walked over to the door, and stood about ten feet infront of it, and two feet from the bed. I could see she opened her eyes, when she didn't receive a response or even a yelp of surprise.

"Am I in the wrong room? No, Reyna wouldn't have lied to me. The air is damp, and humid, the boy must've taken a shower and left already. Hmm, where is he, he couldn't have gotten far." The woman said again, her image seemed to shimmer for a moment before disappearing with a shower of blue light, with oddly enough white polka dots inside it.

The tug in my gut started to fade, as I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I looked down toward my hand. My hand and arm were see through and gaining opaque-ness by the second. I had become invisible, from Thanatos's blessing. I gave a quick metal thank you to my adoptive father and left out the dark brown double doors to find my girlfriend.

I was about to leave the doors when I felt the mental pleas of some guinea pigs across the room.

"Lad! Please help us! That blasted witch cursed us, simply for being male!." A surprisingly deep mental voice said.

I hesitated before moving over to the guinea pigs. To my surprise there was at least fifty guinea pigs in a very large cage that had escaped my attention. I hesitated, unsure of how to help them. I did the only thing I could think of, ask mother.

"Mother, are you there?" I asked out.

Nothing happened for a moment. I let out a small sigh before trying again.

"Mother, are you there?" I asked again, this time with more strength.

This time I received a reply.

"Yes, Perseus? You are far way from me, I can barely feel your presence." She responded, her voice sounded distant. I had to strain my mind, to fully hear her.

"Mother, I need help with something. I need to transform, about fifty guinea pigs back into their human selves." I called out.

"Hmm, that is fine, I will go through the steps with you my son," She said to me.

I held my hands out each at an angle of forty-five degrees. My palms facing each other with my middle and pinky fingers folded into my palms. I took a deep breath and started chanting in a language I didn't recognize, "Minä, Perseus "Shado" Jackson, adoptiotäysverinen Hecaten poika, käsken ennen minua olevia marsuja palata alkuperäiseen muotoonsa ja olla sidottu minuun isäntänä. Heidän velkansa minulle täytetään, kun suuri sota on päättynyt. Sitten he voivat joko kuolla ja kulkea kuolleiden maiden halki tai jäädä osittaiseen kuolemattomuuteen merten kulkijoina. Minä käsken sinua, palaa! (This is Finnish for, "I, Perseus "Shado" Jackson, adoptive full-blooded son of Hecate, command the guinea pigs before me, to revert to their original form, and be bound to me as a master. Their debt to me shall be fulfilled once the great war has been finished. Then they may either die and traverse the lands of the dead, or remain in partial immortality as journeymen of the seas. I command thee, revert! ")."

The large cage before me started to expand, and the guinea pigs themselves had started to become larger, turning more humanoid. After a slow process of enlarging, the guinea pigs had turned into fifty pirates. They each had a long beard, and defining traits of a pirate; earrings, tattoos, eye-patches, and obvious disabilities. Some were bald, some with thin and shaggy hair, and some still had bushy hair tied into pony tails. They all had various weapons across their bodies, knives, cutlasses, flintlock pistols and many other weapons. Some of them had tattoos of a skull and crossbones, others didn't have tattoos but rather parrots or monkey's.

The leader was a large man, dressed in black breeches, a black shirt with a silken strap wrapped around his waist, and long leather boots around his feet. Two flintlock pistols lay sheathed under the silken strap. A leather strap carrying ammo for the pistols lay strapped across his chest from his right shoulder down to his left hip, partially covered by a red waistcoat. A cutlass lay stationed against his left hip, upon his face was a bushy mustache and thick beard hiding his defined jawline. A pirates hat lay adorned on his head, hiding his black hair.

The leader spoke out in a thick western accent, "Who're ya boy?!"

I responded carefully, "I am referred to as Shado, but my name is Perseus, a son of poseidon, and you are?"

The man nodded carefully, trying to see if he could trust me. "Names Edward Teach, son of Ares, or Blackbeard for short. I gotta thank you for freeing us. We are in your debt, we'll travel with you for awhile if you need us to." Blackbeard spoke out.

I offered my hand to shake his, and he gladly accepted. We had a small bout of trying to crush the others hand, under normal circumstances I would have won, but I was in the body of a thirteen year old teenager competing against a couple hundred year old fully grown man.

Blackbeard grinned in victory.

"Ya got a nice grip there lad! Come on boys, lets get out of here." Blackbeard yelled out to the rest of the pirates. They all seemed to yell out in victory.

We were soon out walking about looking for Blackbeards boat, the black pearl. We had already stumbled upon Circe, a sorceress daughter of Hecate. Her and I had our bout of magic, one that I just barely won, utilyzing my battlefield reflexes thanks to my adhd. Circe was our prisoner now, she was locked in the brig, with a piece of tap over her mouth, only Reyna the young girl I had heard talking to Clarrisse earlier, Hylla, Reyna's sister, or Clarrisse herself could go and feed her without risk of being charmspeaked.

We had found the three girls near a swimming pool, I didn't feel like leaving two girls alone on an island, so I offered to bring them with us. I had figured they were demigods, by their weird scent, and their distinct militaristic look. "Perhaps their roman demigods," I thought to myself.

Upon stepping on the ship the Pirates set about doing different tasks, from cleaning the ship floors, making sure the lifeline ropes were tied, and even repairing the sails. One of the pirates had gone underneath and started sharpening tools and even weapons.

Blackbeard, Clarrisse and I stood at the helm of the ship, Clarisse and I took care of steering the giant wheel, while Blackbeard shouted out orders to the rest of his crew. Pyre and Skye had eventually found us despite being separated from us in the explosion of the Argo.

We had eventually started our journey, continuing to sail through the sea of monsters. I had sensed a powerful trace of nature energy. I knew it could only be one thing, the golden fleece.

I started using my power over the sea to propel us toward the trace of energy. We had eventually come upon a small island, well, small compared to the giant cyclops that inhabited it. It was the great giant Polyphemus, that Odysseus had tricked when he was alive.

Blacbeard, Clarisse, the eight, and I quickly got onto the island. We hid ourselves on the underbellies of the cyclopses carnivorous sheep. After an hour long workout of hanging to the thick wool coats of the sheep, we had made it to Polyphemuses cave, where we discovered a satyr, specifically Grover. He had somehow gotten here, attracted by the strong scent of nature. He hadn't found the ancient god of nature, Pan, yet and he was beginning to lose hope, even though he had only looked for a half year at most.

We had taken our chance at taking the golden fleece. I had revealed my wings to Clarrisse and Blackbeard, and had levitated into the air and silently taken the fleece. We were almost out of the cave when we all heard a thunderous roar, "WIFEY IS GONE! So is my fur!"

It was only then we had noticed that Grover was dressed in a wedding dress. Grover had promptly ripped the dress off of himself in that moment. He paled when he caught sight of the cyclops looming over us just outside of the door to his cave.

I stopped and told the others to get to the ship. I handed the fleece to Clarrisse and turned to face the cyclops. Before I could activate any armor, or weapons, I was kicked in the chest by the stupid monster.

I landed on the ground with a thud, an audible crack could be heard as one of my ribs broke. I may have been invulnerable to combat, but I guess hitting the ground from receiving a kick was not apart of that protection. I exhaled deeply as I stood, giving the cyclops an evil glare. I commanded the eight to appear around me, all equipped for battle. We had been winning for a short moment, before Polyphemus had caught sight of Odysseus with his half-blind eyesight. The cyclops had quickly gone into a rage, using his feet, fists and any rocks he could to dispel or knock us away.

Tired of being used as a rag doll, I stood up slowly. The temperature around me started flaring both up and down, trees and plantlife began to burn and turn to ash, water, mud, and air started to freeze. The ground began to shake, as the earth split open. A legion of undead warriors marching through toward the cyclops. I hadn't realized yet, but it was night-time, I was stronger during the night. The air began to fill with the screams of the dead, and a foul odor began filling the air.

Polyphemus mean while looked both afraid, and horrified. He as kicking at the undead warriors as if they were spiders and insects that would consume his body. I let out a small laugh at his frightened screams when they reformed, once again marching toward him. He would kick, punch, slap, swipe, throw boulders. Nothing he did could damage the warriors before him. He had even released his sheep to defeat them, but they had bolted immediately fleeing from the undead legion. I finally equipped my shield and trident and walked forward amongst the legion, dodging boulders, broken bones that launched from temporarily defeated skeletons, and the occasional arrow. I eventually broke through the front line. My shield, trident in-hand, and a set of armor, I didn't know I had on my body. The armour I could tell was made from the same materials as my weapons, it was light and extremly strong, almost impenetrable.

I bellowed out toward the cyclops inflicting pain and discomfort on him. He quite frankly turned away from me, trying to relieve the pain. I took his action of turning away as a sign of disrespect and charged at the giant cyclops. I held my shield in my left hand as my trident in my right. I slid on the ground between his legs and appeared directly infront of him. He looked down at me in fright, and surprise. I quickly impaled the trident into his stomach twice before he could do anything. He bent over in pain. Not allowing him the chance to rest, I slammed the edge of my shield into his eye, damaging it further. Simultaneously, I ordered the legion of undead warriors to shoot any arrows, throw any spears and axes, and even throw their swords at the cyclopses back. The arrows, and spears hit the cyclops in the rear end, and the axes and swords on the torso. This combined with the shield bash, made the cyclops stand straight, not hunched over in place. I changed the trident into my spear and thrust the spear through the cyclopses throat, promptly making the cyclops explode into a shower of golden dust. I had one of the undead collect the golden dust, and keep it for me in a large container in the underworld for me for later use, I had a feeling I would need it in the future, well, past and future.

I commanded the dead to return to the underworld, and the temperature to return to normal. I used chlorokinesis to help the still existing seeds regrow and take back the island from the grips of Polyphemus and his sheep. I turned to see the eight heroes looking at me approvingly. I turned toward to see the ship off in the distance, it was only a dot on the horizon by now. Almost near the exit of the sea of monsters. Acting quickly I told the heroes to make themselves scarce, before taking to the air and flying toward the ship.

Despite my speed, and flight capabilities, it had taken me nearly twenty minutes to catch up to the ship, it was much further than I had thought.

I had landed on the ship to discover, no one was awake. I took this moment to pull water up from the sea to heal myself from the injuries I had sustained in battle against the stupid overgrown cyclops. I had a couple gashes from thrown rocks, and a few broken ribs, along with several bruises.

It was then I had taken notice of Clarrisse who had a look of worry on her face.

"I was worried for you Shado." She spoke out, her voice cracking slightly.

"I know you were, but I couldn't risk you getting hurt." I spoke holding her hands in mine.

"I don't want you to get hurt." She said this time, near tears.

I sighed, I pulled her to my chest and hugged her, letting her release the tears that had built up in worry for me.

After a good twenty minutes I let her go, allowing her to return to her sleep. I was tired but I knew I needed to steer us toward the beaches of florida, and so the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes to hours, and the hours to a day.

Time skip One day

We were nearing the shores of florida, Clarisse, Grover, Hylla, Reyna, Pyre, Skye, and I rode in a boat toward shore.

Flashback Ten minutes ago

We stood near the rope ladder of the side of the boat. Clarisse, Grover, Hylla, Reyna, Pyre, and Skye had already gotten on. I pulled Blackbeard in close, speaking in a hushed voice. "Blackbeard my friend it has been lovely to journey with you, but this is where we must depart from each other. You have been a good friend, and better than some in the past. Camp Half-blood is stationed in long island sound, New York. I'll see you there my friend." I turned to walked down the ladder when I called out once more, "Oh! Blackbeard! When I released you all from your trapped forms, you were bound by oath to serve Olympus in the upcoming war against the crooked one. After the war, you all may choose if you wish to pass on and return to loved ones and traverse the lands of the dead, or remain with your partial immortality and remain as journeymen of the seas, of the real world, from the atlantic, pacific, to the gulfs of the persian and arabian peninsulas, to even the indian seas. Enjoy your new found lives while you can, before war takes them from you." Blackbeard stood speechless, so did his crew, but soon happy yells of departure were being directed toward us.

Flashback end

We were nearly at the beached when I recognized a figure on the beach. It was a certain sandy blonde haired nineteen year-old demigod. A traitor, a murderer, a thief, a conspirator of war, and most notable of all, a lier. Instantly rage poured into my being. The waves became restless and wild. Skye and Pyre started becoming agitated, Clarisse had also become angry. The forms of the eight fallen heroes flickering in and out of visibility violently. Grover looked angry, but afraid. Reyna and Hylla merely looked confused.

Once we reached shore, my armor equipped, my shield and sword out. Clarisse equipped her spear and shield, the heroes likewise equipping their weapons. Pyre and Skye roaring out angrily. The two bear-like monsters that stood behind the traitor were nervous.

Luke looked on as if not a single care in the world. "I can't let you take the fleece to new york Shado." He stated in a cool and even tone, as if we were casual friends.

"How dare you take that tone of voice with me. You don't get to speak to me like that especially after what you did! Who in their right mind kills an innocent nine year old boy?" I yelled out, anger pouring out of my being.

"I was merely doing the bidding of my master, Shado, you must understand, he doesn't take failure well," Luke said with fake innocence.

"Traitor!" I screamed at him. I was finished with conversation. I charged at him, Leonidas, Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus, Achilles, Jason, Peleus, Clarisse, and I charged at the traitor, shields and swords in hand. Orion and grover hung back, Orion to use his bow, and Grover to use his bagpipes to control nature around the traitors feet.

And so it went on, for a solid twenty minutes we were locked in combat, Luke only sustaining minor injuries, Achilles and Leonidas had dispelled, Jason and Perseus were near exhaustion as well. I was just getting started now that my invulnerability wore off. Clarisse had taken a few steps back, allowing me to have free reigns of the combat.

Luke and I, over the next twenty minutes of single combat, had met each other strike for strike, block for block, kick for kick, and punch for punch. Every single move was mirrored. Despite my heightened strength, durability, agility, and speed, he was keeping up with me. I was growing tired, Luke took advantage of my fatigue and went for a decapitating strike. It was then that Pyre and Skye tackled luke down to the ground. Their claws digging into his chest. I commanded Pyre and Skye to release him as I had a feeling the fates would be pissed if I killed their pawn.

I was knocked to the side as an arrow with a boxing glove hit me. I stood to see Chiron and his family of Party Ponies arrive on the beach. Grover, Clarisse, and I got on the backs of some, as I told Chiron that I suspected Reyna and Hylla to be Roman.

Chiron spoke something to the two centaurs carrying the sisters, as we began running at supersonic speeds, the world bending around us as we began heading to camp.

We had arrived, a short moment later. It was actually five minutes but it seemed like a single moment. The camp was disheviled a little, campers were looking around, as if a monster was going to pop up out of the ground and attack them. We had eventually walked up the hill toward Thalias tree, where I had placed the fleece on a branch of the tree. We all watched as the border had been restored, the life returning to camp. The hearth seemed to brighten as if in happiness, the nature seemed to become vital and energized despite the late night.

All the gathered demigods had begun walking toward the pavilion for dinner, where Clarisse, and I were congratulated on a successful quest. For retrieving the golden fleece, and saving a satyr that was unknowingly lost.

That night was a sing along that I had sung at much to the glee and happiness of everyone present. It was fun and unusual to see me singing, I wasn't that great but Clarisse had said that I was a great singer, probably better than even Apollo.

That night was amazing, and turned into a cool evening breeze, leading toward nightime. I had retired to my cabin, after escorting Clarisse to hers. I had fallen once more to a dream filled sleep.

Dreamscape

I found myself on a planet, it was much different from earth, the plantlife was foreign, even the air was foreign. It didn't matter much to Halethiorhael, but he was exhausted. He had used too much energy preventing the fall of Gondor, twice no less. The ghosts of the men from the white mountains refused to fight for Aragorn. He had been forced to bring his assassins into this realm. Unfortunately his assassins died in the two large battles. All of his hardwork and care he had spent through centuries and a couple millenia, it had all been destroyed in a matter of two long days of combat. Halethiorhael, had fallen to the ground and fell asleep. His astral projection was sent out into the world. His physical body deteriorated from his elven wizard body into a skeleton, and then a large cat-like body. It was large, very large, almost his godly height, but only by a foot, this new body was thirty-nine feet in height.. His godly essence leaked slightly into the atmosphere, going through the planet, affecting wildlife both plants and animals. Mountains raised into the air, and the earth beneath his body began to generate large amounts of rare metals.

Plantlife began to grow over his body, neither harming, nor leaving it be. It hid his body in a deep cave, surrounded by caves that were forty feet tall. He was deep into this planet by now. Above him, was a giant tree. Beings had stemmed from his essence, more cat-like beings. The first wave of them were nearly twenty feet in height. They were the perfect beings, they were the perfect hunters, resided perfectly in nature. Admiring its beauty and life force. But yet they like all creation were tainted, stained with emotion and desire, and eventually those desires led to conflict, and the conlfict led to death. Death that only made me stronger.

The second wave had founded me producing more cat-like beings, only this time they were ten feet tall. They were less greedy, and less filled with desire. They didn't fight among themselves, nor did they kill unnecessarily. They respected nature with a respect not found in anywhere. It had been several millenia by now, plantlife had flourished, animals had become amazing. Horses with six legs, powerful muscles. Wolf hounds that were like a cross breed of a panther and wolf, it's sleek black skin made it blend bueatifully among its surroundings. Rhinoceros-elephants. They had a hammerhead, made perfectly for ramming objects or predators. Then there was my favorite, the banshees. Dragon-bird mixes. They were amazing, they held so much grace and power among their bodies that they radiated a grace most commonly found among the race of elves in the lands of middle-earth.

Although, I knew they wouldn't hold neither my size nor weight. I was simply too large for the amazing beasts. Well, that was my thought before I saw two larger banshees. One was a dark orange, and radiated power. The other was black as night, it's wind span triple my height, its length from tail to beak was five times my height. It was a magnificent banshee. It's size and presence radiated power, grace, elegance, awe, and death. None could stand before the beast without fear. Well, except, maybe me.

Eventually humans had come to the planet, quickly making contact with the Omaticaya people. They had set relations with the people of the planet, and begun teaching them english, and raising diplomatic relations. Well, until their security force had slaughtered a large number of the young. The people of the Na'vi race cut off relations except with an avatar, a synthetically grown Na'vi person named Grace. She had begun working hard, and devoting her life to repairing relations. On multiple occasions it had been for naught, but hope shined through. The people of the Na'vi had been restless, excited almost. There had been rumors of an ancient Na'vi man told to awaken soon. Their entire people viewed me, that man as a god, well I am one, but they viewed me as a god of nature, named, Eywa.

The bodies of myself and the Na'vi were, feline in nature. With pointed ears, Na'vi skin is smooth, iridescent, and cyan in color accentuated with slightly darker cyan stripes. Their bodies have feline-like features such as long sweeping tails, pointed ears and triangular faces with flat bifurcated noses, all framed with large, almost hypnotically golden eyes. Bioluminescent markings that seem to follow the path of the circulatory or nervous system aid in identification and mood display. The average Na'vi life span is longer than that of a human, approximately 30% longer, though they mature more rapidly. Skin color is due to the presence of the cyanin pigment. It can "tan" to a darker purplish color after prolonged sunlight exposure. Na'vi have hair on their heads including the long braid protruding from the base of their skulls protecting their neural queue. The Na'vi appear to have no other body hair, with the exception of eyelashes and a small "bob" of fur on the end of their tails. Human-made avatars are seen with hair on the brow bone whereas the natives are not. Waist is narrow and elongated. The shoulders are very wide, creating a V-shaped upper back. The neck is long and body slender. Musculature sharply defined, giving no sense of emaciation despite thin proportions. Skeleton is reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. Average male is approximately 3 meters (~ 10 feet) tall; females slightly less, average 2.8 meters (~ 9 feet) tall due possibly to evolutionary "size" dimorphism. Tail that can be moved and controlled like any other appendage and is used primarily for balance. It is frequently used to express emotion and is the basis for the Na'vi saying: "Watch your tail, Child!"

Although my Na'vi had three sets of eyes, one main set, one for thermal sight, and the other for bipheral vision. I had two pairs of arms, and the normal two legs, along with an extra tail. My skin aswell was blue, but with dark purple colored stripes despite not having sun exposure. White and grey markings ran both horizontal, vertical, and diagonal all over my body, each in different spots. A standard Na'vi's strength would be four times that of a human, well my Na'vi was nearly four times that of a standard Na'vi, so it would be natural to assume my Na'vi's strength would be sixteen times a humans. I like my kin didn't have eyebrows, and likewise had three fingers on the hands, along with opposable thumbs. Wide shoulers, thin waist, and very defined muscle despite not moving for many millenia. My bones were strong, stronger than most materials, I also had two nerve clusters coming from the back of my head, to help fully bond with the animals around me. Every species had larger versions of themselves rarely seen specifically made for me.

The images began to fade, as the tensions between the humans and Na'vi began to escalate rising to war. I had just awoken to hear the line, "Eywa, I am pleased you awaken. Come!"

Dreamscape end

And that was all I knew before I woke up. I got dressed for the day, and had gotten up, and out for a run. I had just arrived in the pavilion, everyone was eating. I started digging in to my food when Grover came running, "Chiron! Chiron! Come quick, somethings happened, with Thalias tree."

Immediately that had us all running to the tree, worried that something bad had happened.

When we got there we discovered the fleece in place, the border fine, and the tree healthy. I was about to ask what was wrong when I heard a grunt of pain. I looked toward the sound and saw a girl in punk clothing, with black hair, and electric blue eyes looking at me. She spoke in a medium voice, "Why is everyone starring at me?"

"Wh-who are you?" I asked, hoping what I knew to be true wasn't.

The next sentence turned my blood cold as I could feel the air warm, almost as if happy.

"I'm Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus."

With that said, Chiron spoke, "All haild Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, god of the Sky,Lightning, Winds, Rains, Justice, Ruler and King of the gods and men!"

We all knelt, I did so, hesitantly, but did so nonetheless.

I could tell things were beginning to roll along on the timeline.

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