TRIGGER WARNINGS: CHILD MURDER CHILD DEATH IMPLIED/REFERENCE TORTURE GRIEF OF CHILD CHILD ABUSE

Please inform me if I missed any.

The most common thing when it came to twins was they tended to be different as night and day. For example, Lady Artemis and Lord Apollon.

For a good while, it had seemed the same with Percy and Ariadnê . He was the calm before the storm and she was the storm itself. He was an obliteration that no one expected until it was too late. To face off against Ariadnê and live was mercy unto itself.

And she had always stated that he was a better swordsman than here so if anyone thought Percy to be weak was just plain delusional.

With that being said... Ariadnê and Amphitrite placed the entire kingdom on lock down and ordered everyone to the underground bunkers.

They had no idea why the proseoous daemones had decided to storm the palace. They had no idea how they managed to get into the birthing room. All they knew was that Persia had released them and those things had attacked Annabeth and her newly-born son as soon as it took its first breath. Kapheira had fought them off vigilantly until reinforcements came in the form of Pallas Athena bypassing Poseidon's rules of hospitality and laying waste to anyone that had dared to harm her daughter. Poseidon Ennosigaios who took offense at the blatant disrespect of his home, the attack on his soon-to-be daughter in law, and the attack on his grandson. And like Dionysus and Zagreus before him, the only thing that remained of the child was his heart.

If war had not already been called upon the Titans and their allies, that would have been the call of war.

When Percy... no, when Perseus Jackson stood from where he had been protecting his fiancee and standing in the midst of his son's floating blood... when his wrath had finally spilled over after years and years of been pushed down since the day he crossed the borders of Camp Half-Blood all those years ago in a destroyed timeline... when he finally lived up to his name because Sally Jackson may have hoped it gave him luck... she forgot that her son was born from ancient greek... she forgot that Perseus meant The Destroyer.

And he was the son of Poseidon Ennosigaios, the grandchild of Kronos and Rhea, his great grandparents were the earth and sky itself.

He stood to his feet slowly; Stormsurge in his hands screaming and roaring as it matched his rage. He had pushed past the two Olympians. And while they had no doubt wanted to rip into the creatures, they had not drawn ichor.

No, that particular honor went to Perseus himself.

He had lashed out like an unrelenting typhoon. His dad wasn't even mad when the attack knocked down ten walls of the palace. Hermes had once said that he was like Apollon. Considering that their names had the same meaning... he was going to prove how right he was.

Perseus got the first monster on its back, he raised Stormsurge in the air where it glinted off the artificial lights and then he brought it down.

It was fresh blood for the new war.

Ariadnê could feel the slight panic through her bond with Apollon and Hermes. She could sense their need to make her and her brother walk away from this location. It only made her resolve stronger.

She usually didn't bother with this, instead staying closer to the kingdom and keeping an eye on the children. She, Clarisse, Chris, and the Stolls had taken to setting explosive traps around the labyrinth as they knew that they couldn't move it. A few monstrous scouts had been coming through already only to be blasted back through the doorway.

And whenever she did have the free time, she made a few stops around to the various cyclops den. Percy usually handled the river gods while Krokus went looking over the various banished deities and those that left the seas willingly to travel.

When her last visit ended with her sustaining a magnitude of injuries, her family demanded that she take someone along with her which led to now...

Pushing opening the doors to Monocle Motors, the siblings wrinkled their noses at the scents around them. Ariadnê clutched at her chest, feeling all the panic that was coming from the bond. She breathed through her nose, sending inquiries back towards them. Not that they seemingly could sense her feelings under the panic that they were exuberating.

She sighed, following behind Krokus as he led the way, sword held comfortably in his hands. They didn't get too far before Krokus motioned for her to stop; a good thing as the ball of panic from the two exploded within her.

Her instincts called and screamed at her, and they had never led her wrong. Whatever was on the other side of those doors was something dangerous and had nothing to do with the cyclops. She peeked around to see three cyclops bumbling around.

Ariadnê looked at the reports in hand: a Ma Gasket and her two sons had registered here. But she did not know why they needed salsa.

"Futuo," a voice cried out. "I'm serious! mihi molestus ne sis! I'm on medication. I'll taste horrible!"

"Bahhh," one of the cyclops stated. "Mortal Seasoning."

"Demigod," another said. "Good eating."

The siblings scowled. They were getting them free.

They shared looks, hands tightening around their weapons. Krokus flew through the door, sliding under the feet of the biggest one. She flipped through the air, feet landing in the eye of the female before she jumped and grabbed onto one of the hanging chains.

There was a boy there, hanging by his hands with blood flowing down his chest. A ball of white-hot fury slammed into her, and nearly blinded her with the intensity as she jumped to another cable. Krokus was causing chaos on the ground, rushing through the monsters' legs and letting them collapse into each other.

The third one–Ma Gasket– however had a problem with Ariadnê ... not that she was surprised. She had that effect on people. She still cut down a tub of oil? Into the cyclops' eyes as she moved around the boy that her instincts were telling her to get away from. Krokus immediately set the cyclops on fire.

"Who are you," he questioned. She pulled out an ambro-pop, stuffing it in his mouth as she worked to get him untangled. "Your Mermaid Godmother," she muttered, cursing the double knot that they used.

She could hear the chaos slow to a stop under them as she hovered on a strip of water. A brief glance showed the charred forms of the cyclops, leaning dazedly against one another as Krokus chained them down and read out their crimes and what they would be charged with.

Attacking members of the Royal Family

Unsanitary area for food consumption

Eating a child that was not registered on the Traitors' List

Unsanitary work area

Being ugly

Ariadnê suspected that the last one was added by Aphrodite because it didn't seem like a law that her Father put in place. She didn't pay attention to how much they would have to pay the Royal Treasury nor how much that was being taxed as she lowered the boy to the ground.

And he passed out immediately.

Ariadnê frowned. He would need to see Will since the amrbo-pop didn't heal too much. "Come brother," she stated, slinging the demigod over her shoulder and ignoring the suggestive feelings that she was getting from lovers. "Let us return home."

Percy was quiet as his siblings made their way back to Castellan. His sister passed the body in her arms over to Will only for Lord Apollo to appear and take it himself.

Ariadnê didn't seem to notice as Lord Hermes also appeared, hovering around the boy before the two gods disappeared with him. "One of my sons," Hermes had said. "Been missing for awhile now."

And Percy could have believed that if it weren't for the way that Trav and Con had jerked at those words. Hermes was lying.

But Ariadnê didn't seem to notice them taking off, feet moving determinedly to Gleeson's Grove which they affectionately just called The Grove when said satyr was in hearing distance. Percy knew what was in there... or well, who was in there.

His older self and Annabeth's older self.

He had been there when the streams that flowed through Castellan churned with a rage only a deity could achieve. He had been herding people to the bunkers when it erupted, held back by the power of Ariadnê and Krokus and even they had been forced to their knees.

Once everyone had been deemed as safe as they could be and Lord Apollo and Lord Hermes appeared in worry for their lover, Ariadnê and Krokus had dived into the water, shooting off to their Father's palace.

They had been gone for hours.

Lady Rachel had reported to them about the various countries around the world being hit by earthquakes and typhoons and hurricanes. There had been a stampede in a small village in Greece as the horses charged for a foe that only they knew. The pegasi had knocked the doors off of their stables, escaping to the skies. Ariadnê's pipes exploded, raining glass everywhere.

More gods had appeared so many and so fast, but they learned to keep quiet as he felt all their godly power saturate the air before the world tilted

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Area 51, Lord Hermes had told them. It was where they were originally going to place Castellan when they moved to America, but the kingdom had situated itself in Kansas first. The gods kept the area though, strong levels of mist warped around it, demigods and mortals that knew of the world guarding it.

The sea was at war they had been told.

And it was better to move the kingdom before the rage of sea collapse everything in on itself.

He and Drew had to be chained down to keep from jumping to go help. Leo didn't even try, knowing his flames wouldn't do much under the sea.

It was the early hours of the morn three days later when they returned. Ariadnê was dragging her twin by the scruff of his neck while Krokus cradled Annabeth in his arms. Even though they had been safely within the arms of the sea, healing them before the wounds could be situated, they all still looked a mess.

Annabeth had been in a state of shock that made everyone that glance at her ache. There was blood splatter on her clothes. Krokus didn't look at anyone as he rushed her over to Fletcher's Healing Center, Will and Thalia and her mortal family on their heels.

His older self however had needed to be restrained with help of Lord Apollo and Lord Hermes as they pulled him away to the grove. He fought them at every twist and turn, his feet dragging in the ground leaving rough crevices as he aimed his body back towards the river. He was bruised and cut in places that Percy hadn't thought possible.

Once he had gotten situated, Ariadnê had stormed out of the Grove, looking for his Mother. She gave her permission to enter their sacred space with instructions to Be His Mother and Get Your Son Under Control Dammit!

Not that she had looked better herself. There was a wildness to her eyes. High winds gathered around her like a moth to a flame, water morphing around her into shields and swords. She was beautiful and deadly.

With a wave of her hand, she formed enough rainbows for Iris-messages that every village and town within Castellan could see her. Her eyes glowed, miniature suns appearing within the blue hues. There was a loathing in her voice, coating her words, and lingering in her heart that none—not even the other Fated— had ever seen within her before. Loudly and plainly, clear for everyone to hear, she denounced Persia and Andromeda... called them blood-traitors... and gave a reward of 4 million drachma alongside a boost to nobility to deliver their heads on a pike.

Percy had followed after her carefully, even though Lord Hermes and Lord Apollo both gave him strained smiles and tried to keep him away. But his sister needed him regardless if technically she wasn't his twin.

He found her in the armory, holding onto two tridents. Her expression was blank as she looked at the weapons in hand. She radiated death in a way that he didn't even think Lord Nico could achieve. She turned to him, eyes growing darker as she stared at him.

It was unnerving to be the focus of such an intense gaze.

It was like she was looking at him, but not seeing him.

"Jackjack," she muttered after a while. Her eyes softened and he dared to venture closer. "Are you okay," he asked.She had hummed, wrapping a comforting hand around his shoulder.

"I'm fine," she insisted.

(And if that wasn't a big ball of pegasi shit.)

"I'm worried about Per—uh, Oxus."

"Is he okay?"

Ariadnê had grimaced, eyes sparking once more in anger. "He will be." She looked back at the weapons. "Especially when I bring him those traitors' hearts to feed to Schimdt."

"What happened?"

Ariadnê didn't answer for a while, but when she did, she had said: "Just let everyone know to give him and Annabeth some space." That had been the end of that conversation and days later, Annabeth had been sequestered away to the Grove alongside Percy.

Krokus and Ariadnê had both suited up to return to the sea to fight. It had been weird to see her in armor. She was usually non combatant, but he had the memories and he saw the training and he heard the whispers... she was like a demon on steroids when she went all out.

(It terrified him every time she mentioned that the older version of himself was more skilled than her. She had left a crater so deep into the ground of Camp Half-Blood's woods that it reached the earth's core. He didn't understand how she thought he was more powerful than that, but apparently, erupting an active volcano just by screaming was advanced and something to be avoided. He was getting proper training now and that terrified him also because he'd be reaching heights his previous self couldn't.)

She normally wouldn't leave the kingdom. She was Queen and she needed to stay so the people could be reassured that all was well. But Castellan was filled with heavy hitters with a wide range of talents. They would be fine.

She was going back to the sea as the attack against the House of Poseidon was a personal attack against her.

She left the others in charge while giving a bright smile and tight hug to her children. And for Percy, she led him to their Father's temple, bringing the two tridents out. The priests and priestesses left to give them privacy.

"These are the exact same weapon. One is from the old timeline and one from the present. It's called Tidalwave, and it's part of an ancient sea prophecy. The Twilight Prophecy that speaks of the end days. I was never supposed to wield originally. It was meant for an immortal even if that's what I am now. I swore an oath when I got this trident." She placed them side by side. "The oath was to protect my people. Those below and above the surface. It was to never let the sea tear itself apart and let the world face its wrath lest the sea swallows the sun." She turned to him, a bright smile on her face as if the events of her past had never happened. "Sounds like a big responsibility, ne?"

He nodded his head, and she laughed lightly. "It is, and yet—" she passed one of the tridents to him, and it shifted down until it resembled a small ring placed on his finger. "I'm passing the torch to you."

"What?"

She looked back at her hands, eyes focused intensely. "There's a difference between you and I, Percy. Even a difference between my twin and you. You were raised differently than we were. We didn't know we were half bloods until we were twelve and we both had an unnerving dedication to placing the fate of the world on our shoulders. Percy thought he could take on the world and solve everything because he was the child of the prophecy. He thought it was his responsibility. Every life we lost whether to death or to the other side, he took it personally, always thinking that there was something he could have done differently even if he accepted their deaths. And me? Well, I just wanted to protect Percy and make sure he lived and keep my friends safe by taking on all their problems myself. That wasn't healthy for either of us. But you..."

Ariadnê looked back at him. "You have more friends than either of us did. We stuck to our little groups, accepting help from others every blue moon, but you were raised to be a leader and a support member. You are a heavy hitter and a melee fighter. You were raised to accept help and to know that if you failed then you did everything you could and to learn from your mistakes. You have some of the same faults that we suffered from, but you're able to let them go quicker and easier than us. Definitely easier than me." She ruffled his hair with another laugh. "So, yes. I'm passing the torch to you. You and the other kids. You're our legacy."

No pressure or anything.

Percy pulled at his hair, "I'm going through a midlife crisis."

Ariadnê raised a brow at him, "You're barely fifteen."

"I might die at 30!"

"You're not dying at all," she shook her head. "I'll be gone with Krokus, hunting down spies and traitors at sea. We'll be at war for a while as they bring about monsters that were long forgotten." She grimaced, thinking about whatever she saw when she was in the sea. "We took a huge loss and it's only going to get worse from here. You know from your memories what comes next. That's why we're sending you and the others to Camp Half-Blood. Daedalus will be there. Keep an eye on him. Don't let him into the Labyrinth and keep watch over the entrance. Clarisse and Chris won't go there, but Katie and Nico are working on an item to guide you through. Do whatever you can to keep Kronos from rising even if it means having to kill Alabaster, especially if it means having to Alabaster."

That had been a hard blow to swallow. Capturing the rat to be put on trial only for the gods that were tasked with watching him to turn out to be traitors. They were gone in the wind, hidden under Hekate's magic and the power of the Titans gathering strength and allies.

She placed her hand over his own, the ring glowing slightly. "If you come across Persia or Andromeda, you can always mentally call out for the gods, but this way, I'll be able to know just as fast with a direct pinpoint on your location. I'd be able to lend you my own strength to strengthen your attacks until one of the gods decides to help or get there."

Ariadnê stood to her feet, turning to leave the temple with him directly on her heels. She stopped a top of the steps, eyes focusing into the distance. "You all are the legacy of Castellan. The legacy of a world forgotten. Use us. The older as shields and swords to protect your future."

She turned to look at him, a soft glow in her blue eyes as she smiled brightly. "You are the Ocean's Offspring. The Flames of Olympus. Let's protect everyone together and win, okay."

And Percy couldn't help but to smile back at the earnest in her voice.

Percy watched as she disappeared into the Grove before he went back to Camp Half-Blood with the others.

He wasn't supposed to be here. Ariadnê had begged and cried for him to stay in the kingdom and to relax. To let her handle it, but he just couldn't. He couldn't.

He couldn't look at Annabeth and watch her cry as she cradled her stomach as she twitched at the slightest sound hearing the cry of a baby abruptly ending.

Revenge wouldn't bring his child back. It wouldn't soothe her pain (wouldn't soothe his own). But by the gods, it would make him feel better.

He slipped out of the kingdom with his sister on his heels. She was sporting heavy bruises and cuts from the war at sea. She had literally dropped deep to the ocean floor, further than they had ever been to the point where she could feel the pressure of the ocean like mortals. There were enemies of all shapes and sizes down below and they needed all the power that they could spare to push the enemy back. It was stronger than it had been in the first go-round. If it weren't for the fact that Annabeth needed him, he would be at sea with her, but he just couldn't do that.

But this— storming Mount Othrys after Jackjack had called the alarm... He could do this. He had been there when the boy cried out for help as the telekhines had attacked. He had been there to dive into the ocean when –surprise, surprise— Jackjack had erupted the volcano which was made worse when Grace called down atop of the eruption. He hadn't been able to keep Jackjack away from Ogygia, but he cleared Leo's lungs of everything that had been in them.

They camped out around Mount St Helens and Mt Tam as Jackjack rested for those two weeks. Ariadnê had been the one to order Calypso to release the child even when it was clear that the titaness hadn't wanted to.

And that led them to now as they stormed the place, going after Persia and Andromeda for the murder of the Einalioi Prince.

The gods were already facing the beginnings of Typhon's freedom, already pushing him back before he could get far. Ariadnê would soon go to lend her hand, pushing him further back as their Father saved his realm and gathered his strength. Aphrodite had even dipped deeper into her foamborn powers and channeled her strength as a war goddess.

They were doing whatever it took to win.

Zeus had given the people a speech already. "We'll make our stand now. And rain down fire on them until there is nothing left but ash. No army has ever taken Olympus. And no army will!"(1)

Children of Hermes had already rushed around, evacuating humans away from the place as children of the Netherworld learned on the spot mist manipulation to keep people from looking too closely.

They had rushed into the room of Kronos' coffin and Percy was determined to keep in there. Ariadnê was rushing about the room with a smaller version of Hades' helm of darkness on her head that the God had lended her.

The earthborn creatures and monsters straight from comic books continue to fall at his and her swords even if it couldn't be seen. Chris and Clarisse rushed around them. They hadn't been able to spare more people for this.

Some of them had to stay back to guard the labyrinth entrances at Castellan and the Camp. Ethan had been hunted down, recovering at Castellan with promise to add him to the army.

Percy had heard about what his sister called them. Their legacy. And it was true. They were not leaving anyone in the background. Everyone was an important part to keeping their world safe and moving.

And then, he saw a flash of familiar hair and his eyes locked onto his target.

Persia was trying to sneak out of the room, but he was done being nice.

He understood why Ariadnê liked to go all out. With but a thought, he pulled moisture from the atmosphere and morphed them into bullets. She ducked as they rained down on her, but it gave Percy enough time to reach her.

Her body slammed harshly into the wall, leaving an imprint within. When she looked up, with the face of his sister, he almost felt bad... almost stayed his hand, but—

She could never be Ariadnê.

Stormsurge crackled with energy as he brought it down on her head.

A furious growl shook the mountain when the blade connected with stone.

He turned, eyes burning so brightly that were almost white.

Behind the golden sarcophagus stood Persia, Alabaster, and Andromeda. Persia was sporting a large wound on her face from the sharp wind of Stormsurge, blood gushing down her face in waves.

And in front of the coffin were two children. Twins with blue and green eyes so much like he and his sister even if they were on the opposite gender. They knelt before the coffin and he knew even before the air started shimmering what was going to happen.

Ariadnê removed the helm from her head, dropping it to the floor with an ominous bang. Her sword swung through the air before Percy could even think to stop her, not that he even would. The boy's head landed with a dull thud on the ground rolling away as his body crumbled. Blood flowed across the floor seeping into their shoes.

But still they were too late. The other child—X'ari, Percy thinks he heard the boy mutter before his life was snatched away— kneeled in front of the coffin and pledged her life to Kronos.

Ariadnê had never been terrified of Kronos, Percy knew. Well–yes she did, but she usually channeled all her anger and fear into her fighting. By the time Kronos had risen, she was indifferent to his presence. She only wanted him gone so that she and her brother may live.

But this—

This was different. This Kronos was far stronger than the being she fought.

She moved backwards while the rest of them moved to flank her.

The king of titans smiled as his golden eyes landed on them. He was terrifying to look at because— because Percy saw that face every time he looked in the mirror and he saw those eyes everytime he looked at his sister. That was Katie's smile and Nico's hair color and Thalia's hair pattern.

"Children," he said, eyes zeroing in on the twins with an unnerving accuracy. Gold bled into his eyes the same way that it did when Ariadnê got pissed. "Welcome to the Family."

When Lee was five, he liked to help the nurse at school even if he was doing nothing more than just passing her bandages.

When Lee was six, his archery coach, Mr. Delium, handed him a custom silver bow and said his arrows would always shoot true.

When Lee was seven, his mother told him that he was her biggest regret in life.

When Lee was eight, he learned to survive on lunch at school alone as his Mother locked away the food in the house and the only edible things he was allergic to.

When Lee was nine, he met a pretty asian girl, with hair that looked as if the night sky had been poured in the strands. She looked at him, and he felt a kindred spirit within her. There was something otherworldly about them both.

When Lee was ten, His mother had finally snapped and said if he was going to be like his father then he can go be with his father. He had been on the streets for four months, celebrating his birthday alone. The wolves came for him. His aunt's wolves to be exact.

Lee didn't know who his father was until his aunt came for him.

His dad... her twin brother... had begged her to take him to camp. He trusted no one else.

Lee wanted to ask why his Father couldn't but he figured gods had different rules. Because that's what his father was... a god.

She took him to another camp... another home filled with kids just like him. There were so many different skin tones and hair colors that it would be easy to fill a color pallet and still run out of room. So many different ethnicities and languages.

He had been placed in the Seventh Cabin with his brothers and sisters and siblings. And it felt more like home than anything did with his mother.

Lee was fifteen when he met that asian girl again. Her name was Drew, daughter of Aphrodite. She had been shocked to see him, but still excited. She said that he reminded her of her new Dad... which turned out to be his own Father so Drew adopted him as her brother.

Her mother had looked at him once (and never again where he could see her) and stared at him as if she knew how his Fate ended and didn't like the outcome. She kept an eye on him from a distance, watching him and calling out tips in passing whenever she visited the Camp to see her family members.

Drew liked to joke that she was his Mermaid Godmother and as Lee stood before a roar fire that came from the sun dragons that poured from within the labyrinth... he could believe it.

Ariadnê appeared from nowhere, one of her arms clutched tightly to her chest. Lee could see the bone sticking out unnaturally alongside the long cut that graced the top of her back down to the curve of her waist.

And yet— she held up one hand towards the incoming fireball, and with a loud roar, a tank made of nothing but water swirled into existence, crackling with power and a sharp clack of thunder followed as the attack sliced the sun dragon in half.

Lady Thalia of Castellan followed right behind her, clapping her hands together bringing forth a large gust wind that was also followed by a clap of thunder so loud that Lee had to cover his ears. Three platoons of monsters were vaporized in the one attack. The woman was sporting her own bruises as the shadows emerged from the ground, wrapping around enemy demigods and monsters alike, squeezing until their eyes bulge and the only thing left of them was hissing shadows dragging their husks into the underworld.

Column after column of water erupted from the river as Lord Perseus laid waste into the monsters that had been attacking the naiads.

"Ari," Lady Katie called in worry, seeing the woman stumble as she held onto her arm. Lee was horrified to see that it was barely attached to her. He rushed towards, hands hovering as he tried to figure out how to save the limb.

She huffed as her friend approached, wrapping banana leaves around her before giving her a sling as the fight began to wind down around them. "I'm fine," she said, mulishly. Lee and Katie both gave her incredulous looks with a pointed stare at her dismembered arm. "I will be fine," the queen amended.

She turned her gaze around them, eyes darkening as the enemy was brow-beat back into the labyrinth. There were bodies littering the ground, some holding on barely and Lee carefully kept his gaze off the ones that weren't moving at all.

"What happened," Katie asked as Lee handed her some nectar though he doubted that would be enough to reattach her entire arm. She would need to be prepped— gold exploded through her eyes, washing over her like a wave and centered on her arm. Lee gaped as she casually removed the sling, watching as the skin and bone began to knit itself back together. The gold faded until her eyes returned to normal as she stood her feet. She winced as she shook her arm out. "That's going to be sore for awhile," she muttered.

"Aria," Katie intoned and the Queen winced. Pou—pouting? At the other before her face turned serious.

Lee hadn't noticed how quiet it got until her voice echoed around the camp. "Our assault on the enemy failed," she announced. "We managed to take out over half of their forces. It will take at least a year before they are able to regroup properly, that's without counting whatever forces they have sequestered away or whatever other tricks that they're using."

"What are you saying," Lord Connor asked, brows furrowed. Ariadnê scowled. "It wasn't like before," she told him pointedly. "We planned for that. This—"

"It was a body double," Lord Chris stated as he moved closer. "I remember from when I was undercover. That was one of the plans before, well, you know."

The lords and ladies of Castellan flinched alongside Percy, Luke, and Thalia. "What else do you know," Lord Connor asked.

Lord Chris shrugged, "A body made from magic and stitched with the waters of the Styx. It was the same as the other way except they were literally giving their souls this way. Deadlier too. Everyone that pledges will die all at once until it reaches full power."

"He got a few new tricks too," Ariadnê muttered bitterly, scratching at her back.

"What..." Lee almost backed down when their eyes flickered over to him, intense in a way that Lee hadn't seen since his aunt rescued him so long ago. "What are you saying?"

Ariadnê turned to look out at her twin, roaming her eyes over him as he clenched his fist hard enough to draw blood while standing in the middle of the river. Her gaze moved past him, further away as if she was gazing across the ocean.

"Grandfather has risen," she announced.

And it was the most terrifying thing he had ever heard.

(1) Directly quoted from Blood of Zeus. I love it actually. The animations were top tier. Apollo and Hermes design? Yes, please. Never thought I'd fall in love with some lines but here we are.

This was actually so much longer like at least 10k but I kept going in and editing and taking things out because it derailed from the story and i also had the issue of connecting it with another verse.

we're diving deeper into the war arc now as it has came to head. at least three chapters are dedicated to it. the story is already finished. i just need to edit everything how i want and probably rewrite a few things.

(I also want to note that the child of the prophecy hasn't been announced yet. so as for you all as of right now, Jackjack may not even be the prophecy child.)

once i finish with this story, i will be taking a break from this verse before posting the final installment which covers HoO.

(I will be posting Drew & Octavian centric HoO verse soon though!)