Welcome to Lord of Alaska! Sorry if this fanfic has mistakes. I will try to revise and edit as much as possible. Disclaimer: The characters and places that you know belong to Rick Riordan, everything else is mine. Thanks for all the views, followers, and favorites!
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Yep, I changed the name of the story to Lord of Alaska. It just sounds way cooler than The Banished God, right? This is now the official name. Onto the story!
Unknown Location
An unknown god stared out of the window in his bedroom into the night. The pitch black view outside brought a smile and a content feeling from him. It helped ground the god with the land around him; it was his land, after all. He turned back to look in his bedroom, summoning a tunic and additional clothes onto his bed.
The god got himself dressed with the tunic and a pair of pants. He took to wearing some mortal coverings since they proved to be incredibly comfortable. (Jeans: Mwah!) He, however, never wore socks since they essentially suffocated his feet. Even though the floor was as cold as ice, the god wasn't bothered by it. Not only could he survive extreme cold, he thrived in it! It was one of his domains!
The deity walked into the mirror on the other side of the bedroom. He wanted to look appropriate, since today was the bimonthly meeting with him and his sister. His icy blue eyes looked as bright as ever, and his jet-black hair looked as messed up as someone who got out of bed. The god tried to flatten it down and make the hair look presentable, but it failed like usual. Of course, he could always do it with his powers, but he found that took the fun out of the activity.
After the deity deemed himself properly dressed, he opened the door and entered into one of a couple hallways in the palace. Well, it was more the size of a mansion, but for the god it was a palace. After all, no one else had the gall oreven could tell him otherwise. His sister certainly would, but she never commented on it. Probably because he never flaunted the mansion/palace's size around her.
He walked all the way to his first living room, which was reserved for his most trusted friends. The god did not teleport to the living room since he liked admiring his handiwork and the ingenuity. Plus, he never wanted to rely on his powers completely. What if one day the powers of gods and goddesses disappeared? Even though there was virtually no chance of that happening, the god didn't want his powers to be a hindrance.
After he arrived at the living room, the deity checked the time. 3:43 AM, which was about 7:43 where his sister lived. He wasn't annoyed or sleepy at the early time, since gods only slept when they spent a lot of energy the previous day. That meant the god had a dozen minutes to spare, so he decided to get himself comfortable.
He walked into the kitchen and got a kettle he kept for these meetings with his sister. She loved tea, for some weird reason. She kept saying to him that it calmed the mind down and made you relaxed. The god never understood it, because tea always made him too energized to do effective work. Maybe it was because he had a dislike for hot and loved the cold. It was his domain!
He heated up the kettle on a stovetop one of his servants installed. The god summoned a small packet of tea bags, choosing what type to use. He decided to choose rooibos tea, which had grown popular in the mortal world in the past decades. He sped up the boiling of the kettle and poured the water into a mug reserved for his sister which said in fiery orange writing, Best Sister Ever. It was a bit corny, but the mug spoke the truth.
He summoned a can of Sprite, relishing in its cold feeling. The god poured it into a plastic cup since drinking from the can directly wasn't comfortable. He carried both the tea and the Sprite into the living room and onto the tea table. He checked the time again, which was now 3:57. He only had to wait for a few minutes for his sister to arrive. The deity took the remaining time to draw some figures onto the ground with a stick haphazardly.
At 4:00, the god could feel some divine energy coming into the mansion from the south. He stood up and got ready to see his sister. In a second, a swirl of fire erupted in the middle of the room. A young woman walked out of the fire and fizzled it out.
The god came forward and hugged the goddess tightly. "Hestia, I have missed you. The days are so long here without some good company," he complained lightly.
Hestia chuckled and whispered back, "I missed you too, Percy."
The two let go of each other. The god, Perseus, sat down on one of the chairs, and noticed something unusual. "Why do you look like you're in your twenties? You normally appear like a teenage girl."
Hestia sighed, still standing up. "There has been some commotion on Olympus," she started.
Perseus got his Sprite and drank it, listening to her with a neutral expression.
"Someone stole Zeus's Master Bolt in the past month. We suspect it was a camper becauseā¦"
"Ancient Laws dictate gods cannot steal other gods' symbols of power," the other deity rambled on. He put the sprite down on the table and asked, "Well, just search the camp for any divine energy and then probe it out from the remaining items that have that energy. The Bolt will never be able to lose its divine energy, even if there is a suppressor acting on it."
"Well, Zeus tried that, but the Master Bolt isn't even at the camp," Hestia said.
Perseus raised his eyebrows and asked, "Well, that's bad and all, but why do you need my help? You know I won't get involved in this business. Especially after what they did to me." What they did to him was unforgivable and irredeemable, even if it was millenia ago. Gods could hold grudges for eternity!
The goddess sighed and continued, "Well, Hades lost his Helm of Darkness during the same time. We suspect the thief stole both of them at the same time."
Perseus frowned and replied, "That is suspicious. But you know I still won't help any matters on Olympus."
Hestia, who her brother could tell had a secret plan, chose a different route. "Well, I will be bringing something into the mansion. Okay? Please don't freak out or destroy it."
Perseus raised his eyebrow, sipping his Sprite. "Well, now you've made me curious. I'll try, but no promises, sister." He winked at her playfully, making her laugh.
"Well, I'll be back." Hestia disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the god alone.
He took the time to see if the rooibos tea was as good as the mortals said. Perseus sipped from Hestia's cup, and found the tea wasn't as bad as he thought it was. It was adequate. He continued drinking his Sprite.
The god suddenly felt a divine aura coming into his mansion that was not Hestia. Intruder! Intruder! His brain and mansion screamed. Perseus quickly got up but didn't summon his weapon. He would give his sister time to explain whatever she brought here.
Like in the way Hestia arrived earlier, a swirl of flame erupted in the room. In that moment, Perseus was thankful that the mansion could withstand so much fire at once. Hestia and another god (he could tell it was male) walked out of the fire, and the orb of flame disappeared.
Once he could see who Hestia brought, Perseus immediately summoned his staff and coated it with his power. A bright ice blue glow surrounded the staff, ready to hit whatever it was pointed to instantly. The staff could probably sense his fury with the brightness of the glow. The other god immediately got his black bident ready to defend himself.
"Why did you bring him here, Hestia?! You know I hate all the elder gods!" Perseus shouted of his sister harshly.
The other god, who didn't recognize him, looked at Hestia for answers as well.
The god felt hard, solid ice growing up his legs, entrapping them on the ground. He lifted his legs up and tried to escape, but the ice held firm.
"You won't escape until Hestia gives me some answers," Perseus threatened harshly.
The other god finally destroyed the ice with some shadows, leaving shards of ice all across the room. Force fields protected Perseus and Hestia from the shards.
Hestia, heating up the room which had grown frigidly cold under Perseus' fury, explained, "Percy, I brought Hades here to see if you would help us retrieve the Master Bolt and the Helm of Darkness. Please stop attacking our brother."
Hades, who finally recognized Perseus from their sister's words, dropped his bident in shock. "Perseus? You're still alive? I thought you faded away millenia ago when mortals stopped worshipping you."
The god sneered in response. "Well, you didn't think hard enough. Unlike you other gods, I can survive and thrive under the worship of animals. I don't need those pesky mortals and their crazy worshiping methods," Perseus said distastefully.
"Brother, please calm down. Put your staff away, please," Hestia pleaded to the god.
Perseus looked at her for the first time in the confrontation, and followed her orders. His staff vanished, and Perseus sat down. Hades took it as a sign to put away his bident. Hestia's powers warmed the room back into its normal temperature.
Percy took his Sprite and finished it in one big gulp like it was a pint of beer. "You have three minutes to explain yourself until I banish you from Alaska forever, Hades." He pointed towards the Lord of the Underworld.
"Well, I'm surprised you're still alive," Hades started off.
"That makes one of us," Perseus whispered in the middle and snorted. Hestia glared at him, the latter rolling his eyes.
The god of shadows ignored that comment. "I was visiting Olympus three weeks ago, at the same time some of the campers took a field trip there. When I was about to leave, I found out my Helm was missing. I gathered all my subjects to investigate where it could be at the demigod camp and Olympus, but we couldn't find it."
"And you didn't tell anyone on Olympus because they would think you were very weak, well weaker than they thought you already are."
The two glared again at Perseus's interruption, but the god put his hands up. "Just checking some facts here. No need to get so angry."
Hades continued, "That's when my subjects reported to me that Zeus's Bolt was stolen. Then, I sent daily missions to Tisiphone to observe matters on Olympus." (Tisiphone was actually spying on the gods, but that's potay-to potah-to.)
Perseus interrupted again, "Tisiphone's one of your furies, right?" Hades nodded.
"They told me that Zeus is blaming Poseidon for the theft."
When Perseus was going to ask why, Hades continued. "Poseidon has apparently sired a son 12 years ago, and Olympus has acquired that knowledge now. I'm a bit rusty on this section, so could you continue, Hestia? You're there on Olympus."
"Is this bad because of your pact at the end of World War II? The one to not sire any more children?" Perseus asked.
Hestia replied, "Part of it. Most of the Olympians are angry at Poseidon for having a child, but Zeus thinks the child has stolen the Master Bolt."
"Zeus has demanded that the child be brought to Camp Half-Blood and be given a quest to find his Bolt. The child, from my observations, has no idea he is the son of Poseidon or any Greek god."
"Why can't Zeus search for the Bolt himself? He can first search New York City, and if he can't find it, search the whole Northeast. If he can't find it then, well search the whole country. It's not that hard," Perseus said. (AN: No one searching Olympus? Oh well.)
"Zeus has already searched New York City and Long Island and he hasn't found it. Hecate hasn't been cooperating with him lately for the search of the whole country to happen. A search of that magnitude would require her help," Hestia rebutted.
Perseus invited Hestia to sit on the couch. "Well then, sit down. I made some fresh rooibos tea for you, sister."
She nodded, sipping some of the tea. Hades, who didn't have anywhere to sit, just sat down on a chair made of bones he summoned.
"Those three minutes are up, Hades. Thank you both for telling me the story. But you've failed to tell me why you need my help or why I should and would help you. And you better give me a good reason, since I won't help the Olympians after what they did to me."
"I hope you will help us, Percy," Hades said.
Perseus sneered at him, seething. "Only my friends or family can call me Percy. And you aren't either of those." Perseus still held a lot of hatred to Hades for what happened at his banishment even though Hades was the least guilty of the gods!
"Anyways." Hestia cleared her throat, putting the attention back on the story. "Zeus has decreed that if the Bolt isn't given to him by the Summer Solstice, he will declare war on Poseidon. And you know neither of them will take it lying down. The conflict will most likely cause another world war, killing millions."
Perseus gasped for a second and summoned another can of Sprite. "If that happens, I can tell you both the Arctic and Alaska will stay neutral. I won't take a side, since I hate the two equally," he said with a playful wink.
"This is no laughing matter, Perseus. This will not be how World War II was. That was a conflict between children of the gods, but this will be between two of the Big Three. Plus, there will be much more weapons and technology for anyone to use. Alaska and the Arctic can not stay neutral from the war."
Perseus, who sobered up after Hestia called him his real name, listened to her carefully. "The mortals and the gods can and will use this place, which as you said won't pick a side, for refuge or for strategy. You won't be able to escape the war. And, you can't maintain a forcefield around all of the Arctic for as long as the war will last."
The god was now leaning towards helping rescue the Bolt. "Well, thank you sister. Now I've got to hear from Hades too. And don't give me a reason about you or your Helm."
Hades didn't know what to say, giving Perseus the chance to drink his Sprite and smirk at him. "Well, think about your subjects. Your sacred animal is the polar bear. They're already disappearing due to the mortals' activities, but think how terrible they would be if the war happens. I know you don't care for the humans, but think of all the other animals and how they would survive. They deserve some peace, don't you think?"
The god waved his hand. "Fine. You've convinced me. But remember, I'm doing this for the animals and the Arctic, not for the Olympians. I'm not becoming your errand boy if something goes wrong again down there. Okay?" Perseus stared hardly at both of them. The Arctic and the polar animals were not going to disappear on his watch!
Hades and Hestia nodded thankfully. "Well, Hades, since you're now a guest, sit down next to us and summon a drink," Perseus said, summoning a chair identical to his and Hestia's.
The god of shadows nodded in thanks, and summoned some coffee, which he began to sip.
"Why is Zeus waiting till the solstice for his Bolt? That's already three weeks, and the solstice is in three. From what I remember and what Hestia told me, he doesn't seem like the patient type."
Hestia answered, "I actually convinced him. Zeus wanted the Bolt as soon as the month of May ended, but both Poseidon and I told him to wait for the Solstice. Poseidon just wanted to keep his son in the mortal world as long as possible, but the child will have to come to the Camp one way or another."
Ah, the protectiveness of parents. Always keeping their child in the dark, hiding them from their true destiny. When Perseus sired half-bloods, they always knew who he was and what he did. No information was hidden, no lies were uttered. It worked out perfectly!
Perseus raised his eyebrows. "Sister, well done. Now, how will I help you get the items back? I can certainly watch over their quest, but any god can do that. What's your plan?" he asked, looking at both siblings.
Hades and Hestia looked at each other with uncertainty, unprepared for their brother to help them this fast. "Well, since you aren't held back by that many ancient laws, we have plenty of options. You could, um, of course, act as a searcher and search the whole continent."
"Boring!" Perseus interjected snobbishly, gulping down his whole can of Sprite. "Anyone can do that. You have searcher gods or satyrs that must be searching for the Bolt day in and day out. You didn't convince me to help for a job like that, right?"
"Well, since Hestia's option failed, you could supervise their quest and make sure it goes as smoothly as possible. You know, kill monsters in their way, maybe find them quicker forms of transportation," Hades suggested.
The god frowned in response, rejecting the idea. "I don't kill monsters on purpose. It's one of the rules I always stick with. Right, Hestia?"
She nodded.
"Plus, the monsters up here don't hate me. We have a mutual agreement of 'leave me alone and I'll do the same'. I don't think they have that on Olympus, do they? And all the monsters in the underworld are your servants. Right, Hades? One would say I have the best relations with them, right?" It was clear Perseus wanted to rile up Hades and show his superiority.
Perseus laughed but stopped after getting no reaction from the two other gods.
"That may be right, but monsters were created from Echidna and Typhon. You know how horrible the duo were... oh wait, you had left us already. Still, we won't try to work with them," Hades said.
Perseus gritted his teeth and shot back, "I didn't 'leave you', I was banished by Zeus and all the Olympians. Or are you too big of an idiot to forget that?" He snorted and shook his head disappointingly.
After that comment, the god saw that Hades and Hestia were looking at each other intensely. He was first surprised, since Perseus never thought they would be infatuated with each other, but then he figured out it wouldn't work out. Opposites don't attract, despite what everybody says! Plus, he hoped Hestia wouldn't aim as low as Hades.
They were surely having a telepathic conversation. Perseus entered their conversation silently, finding out that Hades was asking Hestia what his domains were. He grumbled loudly, taking the two gods out of their telepathic conversation.
"It appears you actually are a giant idiot, Hades." The god of shadows wanted to shoot back a snarky remark or to attack Perseus, but he didn't. They needed his help and didn't want to anger him, and they were in his domain and control.
"I actually don't blame you, since you haven't met me or heard of me for millennia. But, I was hoping you would remember." Perseus sighed and shook his head. "I'll tell you my domains. I am the god of ice, cold, mountains, snow, winter, color, and directions. I am the king of the Arctic and polar creatures. Now tell me your idea."
Hestia and Hades didn't seem too surprised by him knowing their conversation. Hades came forward. "Well, thank you for the information. I'm thinking you could stay at camp acting like a camper and find out any information there. The thief should still be hiding there."
Perseus frowned, saying, "How would that work. I just open up all their minds to mine and hope someone will be thinking about their secret? They, and I, would be overwhelmed by all the thoughts going out from each of them. It won't work."
Hestia added to the idea. "I mean, you could use your sense of direction on the campers. You know, as a kind of moral compass detector for them. See if they have good intentions, or directions, or not."
Perseus thought about it for some seconds and stood up, drinking all of the sprite left. "That is a great idea, Hestia! And your idea as well, I guess," he said distastefully, looking at Hades. "I never thought of using my power over directions as a moral compass. As a way to see if they have good directions or not. I always thought it was the physical type of direction."
"I can go forward with that plan. You know, if they have good directions, they have good intentions and a good heart. If they have bad directions, it's the opposite, right?" Perseus asked.
Hestia nodded.
"So, when should I come to the camp? Not the next three days. Tomorrow, I have a meeting with some business friends over some problems with the excessive commercial fishing here."
"Well, the son of Poseidon has already been attacked by one of Hades' furies Alecto," Hestia said, glaring at Hades.
The god of shadows raised his hands in apology. "I only told Alecto to keep an eye on him and to bring him to me. I never told her to kill him!"
Perseus gasped. "The child is already dead? What will happen now?" Hestia frowned, shaking her head.
"No no! The child killed Alecto." To his bewildered expression, she continued, "I suspect Chiron was helping him, but I am not sure. I wasn't paying much attention."
Perseus laughed, lifting the mood. "I thought the child who doesn't know he's a demigod killed a Fury on his own. That seemed way too good to be true."
He asked Hades, who stayed silent during the conversation. "Why are you wanting me to help the son of Poseidon? He's a child of the Big Three, which should make you angry because of your pact. And, he killed one of your best servants: Alecto."
"Well, I don't particularly care about the half-blood. I am more concerned about my Helm. If the child can get my Helm and return it to me, I might forgive Poseidon's slip-up and stop trying to kill him. And Alecto was recently getting on my nerves. A quick trip to Tartarus won't matter."
Hestia interrupted with a quick glare for their distraction, "Percy, let's talk about when you should come to camp."
The god cleared his throat, looking apologetically at Hestia.
"The son of Poseidon's school will finish next Thursday. Since we're only six days away, you should leave Alaska and come to the camp on Monday. Then, you will have enough time to understand how the camp works and how to act as a demigod."
Perseus thought about it for a second and nodded. "But, why do I have to wait for him to finish school? The child should have come to the camp as quick as possible to rescue the Bolt and the Helm. Especially since he knows he's a demigod."
Hestia said, "Oh, the child doesn't know he's a demigod."
Perseus looked at her for a second and laughed loudly and incredulously. Another fail of parenting from Poseidon! The two other gods looked at each other in confusion, unsure how to handle Perseus' bout of laughter.
"Oh, he doesn't know the world of Olympus and the gods. That's great. Why?" he asked, getting serious again.
"We don't know. Chiron or his satyr protector must not have told him yet," Hades explained.
"Back on track, brothers! I think he will only arrive at camp after his school ends. It's the only possible and reasonable time."
Perseus nodded in response, asking, "Who's child will I be?"
The two looked at him in confusion, with Hades whispering, "Kronos?"
"No, not my real father! At the camp, who will be my godly father or my mother? Or I could just stay unclaimed for the whole time, but that doesn't seem worthy for me."
"Well, we haven't thought about the plan this far yet. Our main priority was to convince you to help us," Hestia confessed. "You'll definitely need a suppressant to hide your godly aura. And, you won't be able to use your godly powers. There will definitely be more."
She put her hand on Percy's shoulder and said, "I'll tell you the plan on Monday. Hopefully, you can agree with it and this can be done as smoothly as possible."
Perseus smiled, taking her hand into his. "I hope so. I will try my best to prevent this future war from ever happening. I swear it on the River Styx." His oath brought a rumble of thunder outside.
Hestia's eyes widened in shock, knowing how important his oath was. She hugged him closely in a sisterly way. Once let go, she said, "Goodbye, Percy. Hopefully, Zeus will stay calm until the Solstice. See you on Monday."
Hades gave a small parting wave of his own. "Goodbye, Hestia. Hopefully, the next time we will meet will be without a threat of a global war. And goodbye Hades. You will get your helm back soon," Perseus said to both gods.
He waved them goodbye. Hestia grabbed Hades' hand, with both disappearing in a swirl of fire, heating the room for some time. Perseus could then feel the living room cool down significantly and seem less homely. AKA, back to normal. He noticed Hestia didn't finish her tea, so Perseus made it disappear.
"That was a lot." He sighed and grumbled. "Ugh, now I have to prepare for that meeting over the excessive fishing here. I hate doing business."
Perseus left the room, going to his bedroom to get prepared for the rest of the day. The sun had only risen, after all!
So, this is the first chapter of Lord of Alaska! Hoped you liked it!
I used third-person narration this time instead of first-person. I felt it could add way more mystery and suspense.
Summary: Perseus, the king of Alaska, is the son of Kronos and Rhea. Hestia and Hades asked him for help to rescue the Master Bolt and the Helm of Darkness. They agree on Perseus using his power over directions to see which camper stole the items. They agree with Perseus leaving on Monday, which is four days before demigod!Percy arrives at camp.
You can see that Perseus doesn't care about the humans but cares about his lands and the animals. He has some humanity in him, better than most gods. I chose not to make him this super humany-god like other stories do because that's unrealistic. Any person or mortal would love to have that power!
I'll explain why Perseus can interfere at Camp. For me, an ancient law is any law that is set by the ruling council or ruler of the world. I think the Olympian council is the only one to have set laws regarding interaction with mortals, since they were the only ones to have children with them. Since Perseus was banished by the gods and the council before the laws existed, he isn't subject to them even though he's a god.
In canon, the Master Bolt is stolen during the Winter Solstice, but I find that hard to believe. Zeus will wait 6 months for his symbol and weapon of power to be found? That doesn't sound right. That's why I changed it to 6 weeks instead.
Comment if you like the story and the type of narration or not! And ask any questions about something you don't understand. I am totally fangirling over how formal I make the gods sound like! Perseus cares for the animals vs Perseus cares about the animals.
I published the first three chapters of my second story an exact year after I published the first chapter of my first story. From May 5, 2020 to May 5, 2021. A year! Pretty symbolic.
Have a great day and let's all Mystify!
