"Hi." = thoughts

"Hi." = talking

"Greetings." = Biju speaking

"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu

(-) = finishing to a new situation

Bye

The throb of electrical-power rippled through Sasuke's flesh and his divine blade. He seized Totsuka-No-Tsurugi, swiping his tool onto the rusted targets.

"It's powerful…"

His grand-father's godly-weapon sealed itself back inside its scabbard. Sasuke hoisted it atop his ebony slacks' belt's hook, dissolving his rumbling power. "Why give me the blade?"

Sasuke stepped into one of the immutable and innumerable paths of his bunker. He tapped his shoulder, feeling the convulsion of Izanami's pulseless-mark.

She connected herself to him – an asset for her to utilize. Sasuke slung his sleeve back over his shoulder – detecting another presence inside his surreptitious-sector.

He immediately pulsated himself back into his spectral-body. Sasuke clicked his Katana from his second scabbard, warmth boiling the material of his weapon. "Hm."

"Naruto's adversary."

(-)

Leo seized his tools and Drachma into an orange and yellow-striped pouch. The demi-god knocked his hammer atop the table, listening to the Morse-Code; unperturbed.

"Okay! Quest time, boys!" Leo vociferously chuckled, his baritone elated, cheeky. The mechanic slipped his tool into the hooked-trousers bag, humming. "This is gonna be fun!"

"You could die." Charles sonorously interrupted; concerned. Ravelling a string onto a flinty box, he settled it atop his personal-shelf. "You're going to be okay?"

"Yep! Leo and I shall succeed!" The demi-god immaturely chortled, seizing one of his screw-drivers. Leo gyrated his tool, enlarging its metal. "I got a team."

"I would come." Charles gruffly grouched, clipping his mechanical weapons into a bag. He tapped his growing and trimmed beard, sighing. "Still, I got some business."

"Homework?"

"Uncle's sick." The child of the forges throatily dismissed. Charles hefted his bag onto his shoulders, sliding an infinitesimal orb atop the desk. "A gift from a mechanic."

"I'm the superior mechanic!"

"Sure, rookie. It's a hover-board."

Leo laughed to himself. The demi-god flicked the orb over into his orange pouch – while feeling the sweltering and blistering fragrance from the forges.

He strode through the door-frame of the forges – identifying both Percy and Annabeth, the former contorting Riptide back into a pen. "Thanks for coming! Mr. Barnacles!"

"You kidding? I'm missing school for this! Thank you, Mr. Burning."

"Okay, okay." Annabeth pensively intervened, hooking her dagger inside its scabbard. She slid her invisibility-cap into her own bag, humming. "Leo, what's the prophecy?"

"It's on paper." Leo casually laughed. He flung a file towards Annabeth: who inspected the written and illustrated prophecy; interested. "Something for a powerful hammer!"

"I got a good tools shop." Percy blithely suggested, strapping on his own back-pack. The son of the sea glanced towards Annabeth: who tapped her visage. "Wise-girl?"

"Sorry. Who could the comrade's killer be?" Annabeth ruminatively murmured; puzzled. She clipped on her bag of tools and food, sighing. "And the passage is the labyrinth."

"It's still working?" Percy incredulously interrogated, his baritone bemused and flummoxed. He coasted himself onto one of the fold-up chairs, groaning. "The lightning dragon!"

"Sasuke's?"

"Yep! And the blonde's orb, wasn't the labyrinth obliterated by them?"

"Nope!" Leo elatedly riposted; unbothered. The mechanic clicked a button of his remote – calling for his cabin's personal helicopter. "Time-boy's keeping the passage alive!"

The helicopter immediately settled onto the brimming, glassy grass. Leo hopped into the driver's-chair, flicking on the mechanical-stick. "All aboard the Leo train!"

"We're not going into the Labyrinth?" Annabeth eruditely mumbled; bemused. She strode into the rippling Helicopter, scanning its size and materials. "Good crafts-ship."

"Thanks!"

"Oh, and dad's hammer was stolen in a forge inside England."

"It's tea time!" Percy cheekily chortled. The son of the sea unhooked his back-pack from his shoulders, opening a box of blue-cookies and comics. "Want some?"

"Thanks."

"Okay, we're going!" Leo ecstatically chuckled, swiping on his helicopter's rotor-blades. The son of the forges snapped his fingers, concealing his vehicle. "And some Mist clicking."

"You can control the Mist now?" Annabeth casually interrogated; impressed. She slipped a glossy, blue cookie into her ruminative, smooth lips, humming. "Interesting."

"Mr. Long-legs is a good mentor!"

"New nick-name for Chiron!"

(-)

Sasuke and Momoshiki both settled inside the former's bunker's sofa. The Uchiha pulsed his energy into Totsuka-No-Tsurugi, his divine-weapon's power itself booming.

"Impressive toy, Uchiha." Momoshiki gutturally chortled; unbothered. He concocted himself a goblet of green-tea, sliding the liquid into his rippling tongue. "Where is she?"

"Izanami?" Sasuke humourlessly smirked; unentertained. He slipped his divine-blade from its scabbard, his electrical-power throbbing in his weapon. "She's in Yomi."

"She used to be powerful." The alien-esque deity coarsely grouched. Momoshiki's yellow irises pulsed – until he scattered into innumerable, golden particles, sighing. "Heh."

"Izanami and he?"

The Uchiha dissolved the inner-energy channelling through his godly-weapon. Sasuke detected Izanagi's divine-power inside its material, suspiring. "It's mine to utilize…"

Sasuke immediately coasted himself into his physical-body. The Uchiha stepped through the corridor of his bunker, identifying an ebony sigil – a symbol for escape.

His inner-energy groaned into his flesh. Sasuke pressed onto the charcoal rune – watching as the gates opened; clinking. He strode into an isolated, insulated intersection, sighing.

"Magic is useful." The Uchiha monotonously groused. Sasuke slipped his hands inside his pockets, strolling onto another; flinty lane; unperturbed. "Still, Momoshiki…"

Were Momoshiki and Izanami amalgamating into concocting a scheme? Sasuke stepped into a shop, scanning the shelves until seizing a bag of sandwiches.

"What's her plan?"

(-)

2 Hours Later:

Leo's helicopter sailed itself through the brimming welkin. The demi-god flicked at the mechanical-stick, his vehicle coasting until it lowered.

He glanced back towards Percy and Annabeth – the two of them were sleeping, blue biscuit crumbs sprayed atop their laps. Leo chortled to himself – as his helicopter beeped.

"Hm?"

The demi-god gazed over to the clanking screen. He tapped the electrical-map, identifying another, concealed vehicle inside the welkin – intruders.

Leo instantly hoisted his elongated screw-driver. He pressed a button – slipping the helicopter into auto-pilot mode. His fingers distorted; warmth rippling through his flesh.

He was certain he could take care of these intruders in the aerosphere himself. Leo's tool engulfed itself with fire, as the demi-god hurled it at the enemy's helicopter.

The enlarged screw-driver sailed into the window-screen of his adversary's helicopter. Leo hooked on his parachute, twirling Charles growing orb.

"It's hover-board time!"

(-)

The growling, booming ripple clanged inside Percy's skull's emptiness. The son of the sea stepped into an individual's residence – Prometheus' bunker.

The titan sailed his spoon through one of his innumerable bowls – feeling Percy's presence. Prometheus snapped his fingers, producing a cup of ice-tea.

Percy instantly back-tracked, seizing Riptide from his azure slacks' pockets. The demi-god twirled his blade, inspecting Prometheus: who chortled. "You!"

"Indeed, Perseus." Prometheus sonorously chuckled; unperturbed. He hefted his goblet onto his calloused, coarse tongue, humming. "Your friends are interesting."

"You won't be killing them!" Percy vociferously grouched; disgruntled. He hurled Riptide towards Prometheus – the titan flicking the weapon. "You killed Sasuke!"

"Izanami's blessings helped." Prometheus internally growled. The entity clicked his fingers, concocting himself a bowl of glacial and frosty soup. "He's still alive."

"Oh. Leo Valdez succeeded." The titan softly murmured, heaving the bowl over to his gentle, glassy lips. The dimension distorted; dissolving. "Hm."

"The assassin, indeed, survived, Susanoo…."

(-)

Leo's hover-board bounded through the Celestial-Bronze bullets. The demi-god pressed his power-drill's button, flittering towards the clanking helicopter.

His hover-board floated into another flood of flitting bullets. Leo drilled onto them – crumbling the shrapnel into fragments. "Who's the play-boy of the century?!"

"Me!"

The son of the forges immediately hovered lower – as he gazed towards his flying helicopter. Leo whizzed onto the gates of his opponents' vehicle, chortling. "You home?!"

Ethan Nakamura instantly hoisted a gun onto Leo's unperturbed visage; growling. He tapped the trigger – until the ocean itself rumbled. "Who?!-…"

Leo's squad's helicopter slung itself back towards its fellow vehicle. Annabeth flicked the control-stick – while Percy summoned a hand of over-spilling water.

Percy's liquid-fingers whirled – seizing the bullets bounding onto Leo's cheeky, unbothered face. He raised two fleshy-fingers, his watery ones colliding into the helicopter.

Leo stretched his power-drill towards the gun, smacking the weapon into smithereens. He and Percy lifted another three fingers, concocting a shroud of water and warmth.

The son of the forges was propelled backwards by a pulsation of magical-energy. Alabaster – son of Hecate – snapped his fingers, producing a sweltering ripple of power.

The helicopter immediately gathered back its smithereens, contorting itself into being healed. Leo flitted towards his own vehicle, sliding into the chair-room.

"Dude, wake us up." Percy casually grouched. He evaporated his water-concocted-hand, sailing back atop one of the helicopter's seats. "We're a team, okay?"

"Sorry." Leo cheekily chortled, revolving his hover-board into an orb. He slipped his tool inside the yellow-striped pouch, sighing. "Sorry, I'm not the best at this."

"Same."

"Preaching to the choir, sea-weed brain."

"Oh, come on!"

(-)

Ethan and Alabaster hoisted their guns inside their own helicopter's shelves. Prometheus assigned them into stopping Leo Valdez's team's task.

"Percy!" Ethan aggressively vociferated; incensed. He smacked his rapier into his chair's arm-rests, his eye-patch itself throbbing. "He's on their team?!"

"Silence." Alabaster sonorously grouched, his magic itself rippling – dissolving their helicopter's fragments. Suspiring outwards, he settled in the driver's-chair. "The hammer…"

"All this for a hammer?!"

"Indeed." The magician curtly murmured, slinging the mechanical-stick forward. Alabaster clicked his fingers, producing himself a sigil. "A letter for tracking someone."

"You got a tracker on Leo Valdez?"

"Indeed…"

(-)

Sasuke distorted atop the roof-tops of England in the over-spilling afternoon. The Uchiha coasted his sandwich into his smooth, monotonous lips; sighing.

The Uchiha sailed into his physical-form, scattering the sandwich crumbs through reality. He settled atop his knees on the roof-top, suspiring. "What now?"

Izanami marked him, indeed – still, she wasn't able to materialize inside his dimension. Sasuke was safe, no-one else was planning on murdering or lacerating his flesh.

Percy's prophecy would be a gargantuan-scaled battle. Kronos, Prometheus, Atlas, and perhaps a reformed Krios, all of them would be working to obliterate society.

He chuckled to himself in a gentle, humourless soprano. Sasuke slipped his sandwich's Tomatoes through his satiny, silky mouth; unperturbed. "I shall help them."

"Hm…"

(-)

4-Hours-Later:

Leo, Percy, and Annabeth slung themselves through the resources of sandwiches and beverages. The son of the forges tapped his flask, chuckling.

"Something up?"

"Nah." Leo care-freely dismissed, hefting the stringed, crimson sandwich-box onto his chair. He twirled his power-drill, flinging the mechanical-stick back. "We're in England!"

Annabeth and Percy both immediately hurtled towards the windows of Leo's helicopter. The mechanic clicked a button, as the vehicle grew its owner a microphone.

"Sasuke." The son of the forges casually chortled. Leo flicked the microphone forward, pressing another one of its innumerable buttons. "Where's the helicopter-pad?"

"Atop bunker 2." A bland, monotonous, and wan baritone riposted. Sasuke stretched the lever back – until his bunker's roof-top contorted; clinking. "I'm giving the coordinates."

"You got bunkers?" Percy incredulously grouched, snatching the clinking microphone. The demi-god twirled the tool, feeling its boom-box echoing. "Can I own one?"

"Perhaps."

"You're giving him a bunker?!" Leo vociferously interrogated; flummoxed. He swiped back his microphone, tapping the screen for the coordinates. "Thanks for the help."

"I shall be leaving."

Annabeth, herself, glanced over at the murals and designs of the city. She inspected the Big-Ben; impressed – while Percy seized his comic-books into his pouch. "Where's the forge?"

"In one of my half-sibling's work-shops." Leo casually riposted, typing four letters into the system. The helicopter's rotor-blades gyrated; clanking. "Dad gave it to them."

"Are they in camp?"

"Some demi-gods can live outside of camp." Annabeth softly murmured. She scanned the sigils atop Leo's screen – until the helicopter rippled. "Are we on the pad now?"

"Yep!" Leo elatedly laughed, clipping his yellow-striped pouch back onto his coarse trousers' hook. He stretched the map, identifying his half-sibling's shop. "We're on the pad!"

The squad of demi-gods all stepped from Leo's beeping Helicopter. Sasuke's bunker's roof-top was concealed inside a maze of an intersection – the paths unidentifiable.

The son of the forges instantly controlled the Mist – as Annabeth and Percy hauled their satchel and back-pack onto their belt and shoulders. "I'm craving some tea, wise-girl."

"English stereotyping, sea-weed brain?"

"Romance, my favourite!" Leo chirpily vociferated; chortling. He strode towards the bunker's ladder – glancing at the pass-code screen. "Oh, Sasuke, you genius-hallucination!"

"Hallucination?"

"It's Leo."

"Eh, true."

"Oi, mates!" The mechanic laughed cheekily back, flinging another sigil of code into the ladder-screen. It clanked, until Leo settled onto the rungs. "Sasuke is a furtive illusion!"

"He created all this?" Percy casually interrogated; impressed. The son of the sea stepped atop the rungs, seizing the ladder's stiles. "Damn, he's a billionaire."

"A tycoon, my good pal!" Leo immaturely chuckled, striding back onto the flinty, charcoal concrete. He back-pedalled, swiping his screw-driver into a Hell-Hound's neck. "Puppy!"

"Monsters in England? Call your local Leo." Percy childishly laughed. He sauntered out of the rungs, contorting Riptide into his signature, favourite blade. "Heh."

"Can someone buy a monster repellent, please?" Annabeth sardonically mumbled, lacerating her dagger into another Hell-Hound: who yipped; crumbling. "Or monster-spray?"

"I'd buy it, for sure." Percy nonchalantly grouched. He slipped Riptide through the flesh of a puppy Hell-Hound, another two of them growling; incensed. "Sorry, kid."

Leo instantly unclipped his mechanical orb from his glistering, crimson pouch. The sphere contorted into a hover-board, as Annabeth and Percy both hopped onto the device; suspiring.

"This is futuristic." Annabeth ruminatively chuckled, coasting a gentle, silky finger onto the metal. She slid her dagger back into its scabbard, humming. "Who created this? You?"

"Charles Beckendorf!" Leo elatedly chortled, steering the hover-board through the over-spilling welkin. He tapped a button – while settling onto a roof-top. "Come on, team!"

"You're the man, Valdez!" Percy cheekily retorted; laughing. He distorted Riptide into a pen, stepping through the flinty, coal lane. "Now, where's the shop?"

"What type of shop?" A throaty, calloused, and unimpressed baritone interrogated. Huffin – son of Hephaestus – gyrated his screw-driver, tapping his trimmed beard. "Brother."

"Yo, bro!"

Leo immediately bounded towards Huffin, the latter swiping his tool onto his shaved beard. He gazed upon Leo's ecstatic, unbothered visage; humming. "Dad gave me his hammer."

"Prize?"

"Indeed. It gives the one using it the ability to create a device by carrying the tool."

"If the titan army is using this tool." Annabeth pensively interrupted, sauntering towards an outside fold-up chair. She sank into it, knocking on its fabric. "They can create-…"

"Create murdering weapons? Yep." Huffin gutturally chuckled, flinging his hammer into his own satchel. He gave Leo a screen atop a watch, typing in a sigil. "I got a tracker."

"Magical?"

"I used to date a child of Hecate." The son of the forges gravelly dismissed; unperturbed. Huffin stroked his shortened and smooth beard, chortling. "I'm a magician."

"The titan Prometheus stole my tool." Huffin sonorously grouched, stepping back inside the door-frame of his shop. The mechanic twirled his screw-driver, sighing. "Hm…"

"Percy, Prometheus-…"

"He was in my head!"

"Wait a second!" Leo tumultuously vociferated, seizing up the file of the prophecy. He flicked a finger through his destiny, groaning. "Comrades' killer!"

"Prometheus killed Sasuke." Annabeth grievously reminded herself. She clicked her dagger from its scabbard, scanning the shop's murals and concrete. "The labyrinth, now."

"Atlas and Luke are candidates..."

"Time-boy's keeping it active, eh?" Percy immaturely interrogated, slithering atop the surface. He identified a glistering, azure symbol, clicking the button. "Oh-…"

The concrete itself immediately convulsed – as Percy, Leo, and Annabeth all flew into the Labyrinth's immutable corridor. Leo tapped at the watch-screen, its sigil rippling.

"We're going forward." Leo softly mumbled, his baritone ecstatic, uncontrollable. His squad and he sauntered into another door – while the sigil beeped. "Okay…"

Annabeth instantly swept two fingers onto the flinty, mural-painted door. She pressed the symbol, feeling the door and Labyrinth itself echo. "Inside, now."

Percy stepped into the shrouded, booming room. He contorted Riptide into a smooth, glossy blade – inspecting the aerosphere for adversaries. "No monsters."

"Wrong." Alabaster's throaty, coarse soprano chortled. The magician clicked his fingers – the Mist swallowing the room itself dissolving. "Ethan is the monster."

"Eh, true."

"Percy."

"You rescue him and he fights you." Percy childishly complained, seizing Riptide into an azure pen. He snatched Leo's power-drill, feeling it rotating. "It's Valdez time!"

"My time!" Leo ecstatically boomed, writhing his screw-driver into elongating. He twirled his gyrating tool, warmth capering atop its material. "Or team-time?"

"Sure." Annabeth casually riposted, sailing her dagger out of its scabbard. She gyrated her signature weapon, scanning Alabaster's shroud of magic. "Percy-…"

"Gotcha!"

Percy immediately bounded forwards – over to Alabaster: who raised an unimpressed, languid eye-brow, evaporating inside a magical cloud; chuckling. "Come on, Percy."

The son of the sea stretched the rotating power-drill onto Alabaster's shield – the latter clicking his teeth as Percy back-tracked, drilling his tool into the weapon.

Alabaster settled back in front of Percy: who swiped the frolicking power-drill into his haughty, listless visage. The former chortled; dissolving in a pulsation of magic.

Huffing inwards, Percy discarded Leo's gyrating tool. He distorted Riptide into a blade – feeling for Alabaster's gentle, clinking foot-steps. "Where are you?!"

"No-where."

Percy immediately whizzed towards the throaty, dry baritone – until Alabaster smacked the former's slim, smooth shoulder. He snapped his fingers, summoning a rapier.

The magician and demi-god both capered through lacerations and swipes of their weapons. Percy hefted his knee into Alabaster's abdomen, hearing him groan; incensed.

"Magic or physical power, eh?" Alabaster bitterly chuckled, his soprano guttural, humourless. He slashed his blade over to Percy: who flicked Riptide back. "Magic."

Alabaster whizzed towards Percy – the latter gashing Riptide into his shoulder. The magician groaned – summoning four, golden glyphs; all rotating. "A symbol for killing!"

"You're the killer I'm gonna face?!" Leo cheekily vociferated, swiping his enlarged screw-driver into the symbols. The demi-god tapped a button, his tool convulsing. "And…"

"You're not killing my buddies!"

The glyphs rotated – painting themselves onto Leo's flesh itself. The demi-god flung his screw-driver towards Alabaster: who crumbled in another shroud of magical-energy.

Annabeth backpedalled – drilling her dagger into Ethan's rapier. The son of Nemesis dissipated in his own cloud of magic; chuckling. "He shall perish."

Percy instantly settled Leo atop the flinty and charcoal concrete. He raised the mechanic's sleeves, noting of the scintillating, sapphire sigils swallowing his skin.

"Damn." Leo gutturally coughed; unperturbed. He slung a calloused, gentle finger onto his searing, yet sizzling flesh; rasping. "My immune system is boiling!"

The son of the sea seized ambrosia from his pouch, spraying it over the glyphs. Alabaster's sigils glistered; rotating. Leo groaned – agony contorting his flesh.

"Eh…"

(-)

Sasuke and Naruto both hovered through existence itself. Their spectral and divine presences rippling into the distorting and writhing aerosphere; unbothered.

The Uchiha stepped into Erebus' own mansion inside Tartarus – the ebony in his pitiless, wan irises convulsing into crimson, sighing. "Why are we in your grandpa's castle?"

"Someone was watching me." Naruto gently riposted; unperturbed, pulsing his booming finger. His energy groaned into a glistering, crimson axe. "Khonsu's in this realm."

"He must return to the Duat by now." Sasuke blandly grouched – an unimpressed smirk decorating his imperious visage. He gyrated his coal-blade; suspiring. "Hm."

"Yep. Still, why's he in grandpa's palace?" The Uzumaki mumbled to himself; bemused. He snapped his fingers, pulsating his axe into an orange spear. "Weapons never-…"

"Never were your style." Sasuke dryly chuckled; unentertained, his electricity sizzling his Katana itself. He tapped the ebony gates – his crimson capering. "Heh…"

The Uchiha and Uzumaki strode inwards – the latter's sapphire irises inspecting the innumerable paintings and framed images; humming. "Huh…"

Sasuke immediately backtracked – the fire-brick rotating in his crimson gaze dissolving. He detected Erebus' and another's presence – while time rippled.

"Aeon?!"

(-)

Leo and his task-squad all sauntered into another, revolving and warping sector of the Labyrinth. The mechanic hauled up the screw-driver – clicking one of its buttons.

"Dude, you okay?" Percy concernedly interrogated; perturbed. He distorted Riptide back into his signature – and favoured – blade; groaning. "The wizard-y symbols."

"I'm fine!" Leo care-freely chortled, the sigils atop his sizzling skin rippling. The son of the forges brushed a calloused finger onto the runes – chuckling. "I'm betting it's a painting!"

"2 Drachma!"

"4!"

Percy and Leo laughed – their baritone and soprano blithe, unbothered. Annabeth hooked her dagger into a flinty, sapphire throne – its arm-rests crumbling.

"Antique." She gently murmured, clipping on another laceration onto the throne. Annabeth twirled her dagger, slashing it through its fabric. "Where could the hammer be?"

"Okay, time to stop for now!" Annabeth casually suggested, unstrapping her satchel from her azure trousers' hook. She unstrung her sandwich box, sighing. "Ah, home-cooked."

"Mine were forge-cooked!"

"Mine were cooked?"

"Leo, remind us of the prophecy."

"Sure!" The son of the forges vociferously boomed, coasting in a flood of chips into his cheeky, smooth lips. Leo unhooked his file string – humming. "Heh…"

"The son of the forges shall seek the tool! Check!"

"He shall come to be a fool! Percy, my sea-boy!"

"You're the moron." Percy childishly grouched; offended. The child of the sea's blue cookies sailed into his satiny, glossy tongue; chuckling. "Nah, a forge-on."

"Un-hilarious!"

"Humour ignored." Annabeth pensively interrupted, flinging her sandwich crumbs back into the azure-striped box. She tapped the concrete; interested. "It's for Leo."

"He's the son of the forges. It can't be Percy, or me, then."

"And perhaps face a killer?" Percy bemusedly mumbled; flummoxed. He coasted his blue biscuits through his teeth, glancing towards Annabeth: who hummed. "Alabama!"

"Alabaster, water-boy!" Leo cheekily refuted; chortling, slinging a rubber-band onto the file. The mechanic gyrated his power-drill – his tool rotating. "My marks!"

"You're going to die, then." Annabeth grimly deduced; unentertained. She snatched the file, opening it back up – while inspecting its illustrations. "Hm…"

"He was a fool for rescuing me?" Percy despondently riposted, clipping his sapphire pouch back on. Suspiring inwards, he slung on his back-pack. "You won't be dying."

"Yep!" Leo boomingly concurred. The mechanic extended his fist, until him and Percy fist-bumped; chuckling. He depowered his dancing tool; groaning. "Prophecy?"

"The tool shall be in the comrade's killer."

"Comrade's killer?" Percy bewilderedly groused to himself, seizing another one of the files. He ignored the distortions of the illustrations; puzzled. "It could be Prometheus or Atlas! Luke?"

"It's Prometheus! He killed Mr. Asassin!"

"Still, it could be Atlas or Luke."

"Maybe…" Annabeth gravely retorted. The child of wisdom sailed the file back towards Leo: who hurled it through his crimson, yellow-striped pouch. "If it's Atlas…"

"Or Luke."

"He dispersed, using Sasuke's scroll." Percy blithely reminded himself. The demi-god slipped his hands inside his pockets, feeling and twirling Riptide; sighing. "He's still alive…"

"Oh, Prometheus connected to my sleeping-dimension-y place."

(-)

Prometheus stepped through Trivia's personal-sector's corridor. He pressed one of her palace's sigils – the rune checking over his sweltering energy.

He chortled to himself, striding into the office – or throne-room – of Saturn: who scanned him; unimpressed, as Prometheus toppled to a deferential, silky knee.

"You called for me? My lord." The titan gently murmured, planting his head and chest atop the smooth, satiny terrain. He tapped his finger, concocting a yellow hammer. "Hm…"

"Good, you're carrying Hephaestus' tool."

Saturn immediately pulsated his timeless, rippling power, summoning the hammer. He twirled it, feeling his ability of forgery itself growing. "Impressive…"

"Oh, is Menoetius retrieved?"

"Indeed, my lord. Trivia retrieved him by utilizing her illusionary skills and hallucinating Mercury."

"Menoetius succeeded in stealing Mercury's winged-rings?" Saturn throatily interrogated, his sickle rotating into his glistering, golden scythe; its energy echoing. "Good. Good!"

Saturn – inside Luke's mortal-form – instantly convulsed back into Kronos: whose head itself boomed. The latter tapped his scythe at the concrete, chuckling. "Good…"

"The two camps shall be encountering…"

(-)

Dakota and Jason both gulped in gargantuan floods of water from their two flasks. The former brushed his watery, fluid-swallowed lips – laughing.

"Dracaena? They were nothing!" Dakota casually boomed; chortling. He flung his flask back into his armour's pouch, hooking his spear to his shoulder-blade. "Jason?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for coming, pal." The son of wine drunkenly groaned, slinging another biscuit onto his smooth, calloused lips; sighing. "All this for two rings, huh?"

"Prophecies and prophecies." Jason blithely riposted, his soprano entertained, easy-going. He tapped his gladius, warping it back into a coin. "We love prophecies."

"And Prometheus was cooking and stirring a spoon in a bowl or something."

Jason and Dakota immediately straightened their weapons up – the former's coin writhing itself into a blade. Dakota gyrated his spear, seizing his flask. "Intruders?"

"I guess." Jason gently retorted – electricity and a zephyr capering on his gladius. He stepped forward, listening to the casual, cheeky individual – humming. "Dakota…"

"3."

"2."

"1."

Jason instantly bounded forward – rolling onto one of their intruders. He controlled his zephyr, the air-distortion frolicking into his adversary's abdomen.

"Damn, fire-power time!" Leo immaturely boomed, warmth echoing atop his finger's flesh. He swiped them towards Jason: whose zephyr dissolved. "Miss. Strategy and water?"

"Water? Worst nick-name!"

"Miss. Strategy works."

Jason lacerated his groaning and electrically-rippling gladius towards Leo's fingers. The former back-flipped, kicking the son of thunder's smooth, glossy visage.

"Dakota?!"

"2-v-1? No troubles, dude!" Dakota care-freely vociferated, sailing his spear at the dancing blade. He raised his knee, tapping it onto his opponent's weapon. "You good?"

"I'm good!"

The electricity boiled over to the warmth. Jason floated himself up – sliding his gladius onto Leo's flipping back. The mechanic chortled – backpedalling in a shroud of fire.

"Time to be a Sasuke-styled mercenary!" Leo cheekily chuckled, rippling his sizzling fingers forward. He knocked them at the concrete, his warmth growing. "Incineration!"

"Sasuke?" Jason bemusedly interrogated to himself, his gladius' zephyr's air-contortion dancing. He flung his weapon forward – vaporizing the sweltering warmth. "Not now."

The fire itself instantly contorted into a hurricane. Jason warped his zephyr into an electrical-whirl-pool, watching his adversary's frolicking flames dissolve.

Leo, himself, flipped back forward – capering inside the aerosphere until planting his sizzling, calloused hand onto Jason's chest – the latter stumbling; coughing.

"Slim means I'm thin!" The mechanic cheekily chuckled, his baritone blithe, easy-going. Leo twirled his rotating power-drill, whirling it at the demi-god's weapon. "You time-boy's?"

"Time-boy?" Jason incredulously riposted; flummoxed. He parried another rotating laceration, smacking the tool onto the flinty, smooth concrete – sighing. "You're Saturn's!"

"I ain't a planet of the solar-system!"

Leo immediately hoisted his elongating screw-driver. He pressed its button, his tool itself enlarging. Jason whizzed forward, his feet's zephyr evaporating.

"You're a prankster, huh?" Jason care-freely chuckled, swiping another electrical-zephyr onto his fingers. He danced over to Leo: who, himself, chortled. "A kidder."

"Oh, you and I are gonna be good buddies!"

Jason flung over his lightning and air-contortion – while Leo stumbled backwards, plummeting into a flinty, azure mural; groaning. The former flipped his coin, humming.

"Give us back the winged-rings." Jason grimly retorted; unentertained. He swiped his coin into his scintillating, signature gladius, his hurricane pulsing. "Now!"

"Winged-rings? Wait a second, could you be the killer?! Not the magician?!"

"Huh-…"

"Who you kill?" Leo softly interrogated, driving his warmth onto Jason's pulsating hurricane. He bounded forward, his feet's flesh being swallowed by warmth. "Eh?!"

"Killer?"

Jason's and Leo's warmth and electrical-power distorted inside the aerosphere. The latter finger-gunned Jason: who flipped over the cube of fire; suspiring. "Enough."

Leo's fighting style – from Jason's easy-going and grave once-over – was uncontrollable, casual. The son of thunder's electricity rippled his fingers – his flesh itself writhing.

Jason's own fighting style was controlled, unpredictable. He sprinted towards his adversary in a smooth, zephyr-pulsed gait, while Leo flew forward, his feet boiling.

Leo instantly rolled his sizzling and groaning shoe's warmth onto Jason's finger. The former twirled, his feet smacking into the demi-god: whose electricity lacerated Leo's skin.

Jason seized back his gladius, gyrating another zephyr onto his weapon. He flung it at the mechanic: who convulsed, until a watery-hand parried Jason's blade.

"Geez, this much soda?"

"Dakota!"

The son of thunder immediately glanced towards his fellow legionnaire: who groaned, his innumerable flasks leaking. Jason called back his coin, distorting it to a weapon.

"3-1."

Percy stretched his water-hand back, coasting Leo onto the concrete – while Annabeth, herself, inspected Jason. The legionnaire twirled his gladius, growing his electricity.

"You. Are you a child of Zeus?" Annabeth pensively interrogated. She stepped over to Jason, the latter's lightning itself distorting; writhing. "Impossible…"

"Jupiter." Jason blithely riposted; flummoxed, his blade's electricity converging. He strode towards Dakota, flipping over the watery-ripple. "Dakota! You okay?"

"No." Dakota drunkenly groaned, agony sailing into his flesh and muscles themselves. He seized his flask, gulping in his liquid and soda. "Oh, good!"

Jason immediately pulsated his electricity on top of himself. The lightning smacked through the Labyrinth – until the sector itself crumbled. "The legion shall stop you all."

"Huh?"

(-)

Sasuke and Aeon both swiped through their own devices. The former clicked on his phone's news' application – until the primordial dissolved his electronic.

"Ah, the bounded one." Aeon agelessly rumbled, an entertained, gentle grin painted over his timeless features. He tapped his beeping watch; chortling. "It's a pleasure."

"The bounded one?" Sasuke monotonously interrogated, flinging his phone into a spectral-bag. He settled back into a flinty, charcoal chair; suspiring. "Hm…"

"Titles, little phantom." The primordial care-freely chortled; unperturbed. He clicked his fingers, concocting himself a mug of green-tea and coffee; humming. "I personify time."

"You primordials are unfathomable." Sasuke blandly interrupted, the mug multiplying itself. He seized up the cup, sipping the glacial and gentle elixir. "Heh…"

"My tongue is flavourless."

"Hm."

Aeon immediately dissolved his two cups – his primordial-body itself convulsing; evaporating. Naruto and Erebus both sauntered inwards – the latter groaning; perturbed.

"He left, now?" Erebus humourlessly grouched, reposing himself atop his flinty, glassy sofa. He tapped its arm-rests, creating Naruto a Ramen-cup; laughing. "Hungry?"

"Yep!"

"No thank you." Sasuke wanly riposted, pulsating his ebony into a rotating crimson. He scanned Aeon's white, silky chair, the fabric itself crumbling. "Hm."

"Checking for his energy? Pointless." Erebus blithely chortled, slinging his chop-sticks into his own bowl. The primordial glanced onto Naruto: who chuckled. "He's untraceable."

"Perhaps."

Naruto instantly pedalled his chop-sticks into his mouth. The boiling and smooth Ramen sailed into his cheeky, glossy tongue – while he knocked on his bowl.

"Stop tapping your bowl." Erebus curtly mumbled, swiping his chop-sticks into the noodles. The broth slithered into his smooth, grim lips – sizzling. "Boiling!"

"Indeed!"

Naruto and Sasuke both strode through the door-frame, the duo themselves scattering into purple and golden particles, settling inside the latter's living-room.

(-)

Naruto stepped into Sasuke's living-room, the Uchiha hooking his fedora onto a rack. The former clicked the remote, beeping on the television.

He instantly blurred into Sasuke's sofa – while concocting himself a mug of sweltering, glacial tea. Naruto sipped from his golden and orange-swiped mug; humming. "Heh…"

Sasuke sauntered over to his balcony-railing, his head itself pulsating. The Uchiha rippled into his physical-shape; his form itself dissolving. "Susanoo's calling."

(-)

While Naruto hurried.

(-)

Sadness.

A/N: Bye.