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The House of Snow, Alaska

Perseus wandered around his bedroom, contemplating what would happen in his stay at Camp Half-Blood. He knew, of course, that he shouldn't be concerned about it since he was a god and he could very easily fool the campers there to think he was a normal demigod. But life and the Fates were not easy.

Perseus could just analyze the campers' directions and discover where the Master Bolt and the Helm of Darkness were. Well, if the quest with the son of Poseidon found where the Bolt and Helm were, he would be the one to find out the culprit and bring the demigod to Hestia, who would take matters further. As easy as cake, as mortals say. Or was it pie? (He didn't know).

However, Perseus was worried. His siblings' warning about what would happen to his domain and his subjects was a concerning matter. Even though the god didn't care for the mortals, he cared for the animals and the environment. If the war happened, the animals and environment would be permanently altered or destroyed! He would never live with himself if that happened.

Plus, he made a promise to Hestia through the River Styx. He didn't worry too much about the oath on the Styx, since he would hardly be affected, but the animals could be affected by the oath. Perseus knew through stories his sister told him that the Styx never forgot a promise, and would go to the depths of the Earth to punish the oath-breaker. He heard what happened with Thalia Grace's brutal and tragic ending at the border of the camp. Terrible!

Perseus also worried about letting his sister down. Hestia was his only contact with the godly realm in the past millennia. If he broke his promise, Hestia would become very disappointed and might stop talking to him altogether! If that happened, the god might become completely heartless and cold (no pun intended) towards anyone. Perseus did not want that to happen.

Due to these reasons, Perseus decided to stick to his promise. He would try to blend in and collect information from the campers without hurting or killing them. That should be enough for the Bolt and the Helm to be found. He even had his own demigod name!

Perseus checked the time, realizing that he was late to their meeting. Shit! He teleported to the living room since walking would have taken too much time.

Hestia and Hades were already standing in the room. Perseus hugged Hestia and then waved at Hades.

Before either of them could ask a question about his tardiness, he said, "Sorry. I got lost with my thoughts."

"That's fine! So, let's get started with the meeting," Hestia said.

Perseus nodded, summoning three chairs for each god.

"Here are some items. I have here a suppressant to mask your godly aura. You won't be able to use any of your powers, or the suppressant will fail and the half-bloods will be able to sense your aura," Hestia said.

Perseus grimaced. "I can live with that. Is the suppressant implanted in me? I hope not."

Hades and Hestia chuckled. "One part will be attached to your head, and the other will be attached to your back. It is partially invisible, but your clothes and hair should hide the part."

Hestia put the suppressant on the coffee table.

Hades took a new item out of his pocket and said, "Since the other item will mask your godly aura, this one will give you an aura of a demigod. Even though Chiron and Dionysus are the only ones who can accurately sense demigod auras, you will still need it."

"The aura inducer is much simpler, so it will go on top of the suppressant's back part. I changed the modifications so the two would fit together." Hestia explained.

"So, you are going to explain to me how to put them on, right? I would certainly love to know how before I go to the camp."

Hestia rolled her eyes at her brother's sarcasm and replied, "We'll tell you how to put all of them on when we'll arrive at the camp."

"Why aren't the two items combined?" Perseus asked. "It would be much simpler that war."

Hestia grimaced. "I could have combined the two items, but then there would have been a good chance it wouldn't work. I considered asking Hephaestus to do it for me, but he surely would have gotten suspicious. The best thing I could do was make it so they fit together."

"Okay. Is there anything else I would need to have?"

Hades cleared his throat, clearly feeling left out of the conversation. "Now, we have to talk about the weapons you will bring into camp. I discussed this with Hestia, and we decided you'll get a xiphos handcrafted from the forges of the Underworld. You can take a weapon from the camp's storage, but I doubt it will be better than this."

Perseus's interest peaked. "Ooh. Tell me more."

It had been a while since someone had gifted him a weapon. Normally they just gifted him robes, jewelry, and whatnot. It was satisfying at first, but it got boring very quickly. Hades followed his brother's demands and summoned a xiphos out of thin air. He passed the sword to Perseus, letting him inspect it.

Perseus slowly ran his fingers through the blade, fingers dangerously close to the edge. He pressed his index finger on the tip of the sword and dragged it all the way till the hilt, blood seeping out onto the blade and his fingers. "That's a fine edge, Hades." Perseus clicked his fingers, making the blood disappear and his index heal.

He then traced his left hand's fingers over the hilt's intricate design. It looked like a web or a snowflake. Hades knew him so well! He whistled, impressed by the sword. An ice blue glow was emitted from Perseus's hands, covering all of the sword. He nodded, letting the glow fade.

Perseus stood up, doing a few practice swings away from the two other gods. "I normally prefer spears than swords, but this will do. I will become more used to it as time goes on. I will be hiding in the camp; I shouldn't be an expert in swordplay before I even arrive there."

"Why did you cover the xiphos with your light?" Hades asked.

Perseus shrugged. "I was checking if there were any traps or surprises hidden in it. Even though we are working to find the Bolt and your Helm, I don't trust you enough. But, this xiphos has an ornate hilt and a sharp and quick edge. I admire the craftsmanship."

Hades nodded, likewise knowing that there wasn't a good amount of trust between them. This was the second time they had met in millenia! "That's reassuring. This is the first time that I've personally ordered a weapon to be constructed in centuries. I'm glad my forges are up-to-date, as the mortals say."

All three of them chuckled at Hades' joke, lifting the mood.

Percy summoned a can of Sprite, signalling the others to get their own drinks. They all started drinking, letting the cold temperature of the mansion refresh them.

"Percy, we'll have to discuss how you will act at the camp," Hestia said afterwards with a serious tone.

"Oh come on! We were just relaxing, Hestia," Perseus complained childishly.

After a quick glare from his sister, he put his hands up in defeat. "Fine. Let's talk about that."

Hades laughed at his brother's quick change caused by a simple glare. "I said, 'we have to discuss how Perseus will act at the camp', not 'let's laugh at your lazy brother'," Hestia said with a glare to Hades. This shut both of the gods up temporarily.

"So, I know I will not use my godly powers at the camp. Not only because of the suppressant, but because that will reveal myself as a god before I can find the Bolt," Perseus started off.

"Wait, so you won't be able to use any of your powers? You'll just be like a mortal? I feel sorry for you, brother," Hades said, falsely apologetic.

"There might be a loophole, though," Hestia cut him off.

Perseus looked at her with hope, still wanting to retain some godly powers.

"The suppressant will only fail if you use one of your powers on purpose. That will include your manipulation of ice, snow, and storms etc. It also includes general powers of gods, like teleportation and your divine form."

"That is unfortunate, but I expected that. Tell me the loophole, please."

"You should be able to use your enhanced vision and hearing, or things that come naturally to you."

"That's great!" Perseus said jovally, rubbing his hands together.

"Wait. Those are the ones that can work with the suppressant, but you have to think about the demigods. You can't use your enhanced strength since they will notice it. Remind yourself of that," Hestia rebutted.

"Right, right. I can use my natural powers, but I have to make sure that nobody notices I used them."

Hades and Hestia nodded. "That's unlucky, but let's move on."

"We have to talk about names now. You will need to choose a new name, since the son of Poseidon has the same name as yours," Hestia said.

Perseus' eyes opened wide with shock. "What? His mother named him after me? I am pretty sure no mortal knows about me, even if they know the Greek Gods."

Perseus rubbed his chin, rethinking the choice. "Though, I feel honored. Even though I don't care for the humans, it is nice one of them has my name. Tell his mother I thank her." Maybe he would make her a servant of his mansion.

"Perseus, I think she named him after the hero Perseus." Hades elaborated from his brother's confusion.

"The son of Zeus who slayed Medusa?" Perseus sighed disappointingly, shaking his head. No making the mother a servant now!

"I was hoping otherwise, but that isn't a surprise. Why is he named after the hero?"

"Brothers! Stop getting off track!" Hestia scolded. "I don't know why. Ask the child when you get to their camp."

The two gods shrank a bit, embarrassed. "Good. Percy, do you have a name for yourself?"

"Of course. I have a perfect name for myself. Æŝterök," he said proudly.

Hades frowned bewildered. "I'm sorry, What? What did you say?"

Perseus looked at his brother like he was an idiot for asking that question. "Æŝterök. It means the coming of winter or snow in the Northern language. It is a perfect name."

"Ash-tee-reyk? Ashtereik." Hades pronounced slowly, trying to get it right.

"No no. You said it wrong. It's pronounced Æŝ-te-rök. It's not that hard!" Perseus said disbelievingly.

Hades grumbled. "What even is the language of the North? Did you invent that joke?" Perseus looked at him murderously, furious of his mockery of the language. Hades, who sensed his brother's anger, got into a defensive pose.

Hestia, sensing a fight about to go down, intervened. "Hades doesn't know how to say the word or even what the language is. Don't blame him for that," she said to Perseus.

"And the Northern language is spoken by all the Arctic dignitaries and leaders. Percy didn't invent it; he merely altered the original language," she said to Hades, sending calming energies to both gods.

Perseus' anger and Hades' apathy dissipated, making Hestia sigh in relief.

"Percy, that does raise a problem. If Hades, who is a god, can't pronounce the name, how will the campers do it? They won't have enough respect for you to learn it properly."

Perseus grumbled. "I forgot that if I act as a mortal, I won't be treated as a god. (AN: Life Lesson there folks!) Well, I would have had to deal with their lack of respect sooner or later. What names do you propose?"

"Since you want to have a name close to your original choice, we can choose Aishtar," Hades proposed.

Perseus shook his head. "That's just a shortened version of the name. Something must be available."

"How about the name Derrick? It has become a popular name in the mortal world when looking at the recent batches of souls. Plus, it sounds similar to your name," Hades suggested.

"Hmm, no. It sounds too common and too American. I don't want a name that many mortals have; I want a unique one. Isn't there something else?"

"I have an idea. I'll get a book that has the top unique names for children for this year. Then, we can choose one that you like."

Perseus shrugged and nodded at Hestia's alternative.

She summoned a book titled Top 150 Unique Names for Your Child. Hestia started flipping through the pages, saying names that Perseus might be interested in. He rejected all of them, either with some thought or none.

Hades, who was getting very annoyed at the amount of time the process took, jumped in between the two gods. "This is taking too much time. Choose one of the names and stick with it, Perseus."

The god of snow was conflicted, not knowing which name to pick. "Choose Aster," Hades ordered.

He shushed Perseus who was about to complain. "It sounds similar to your original choice, and it means 'star' in Greek. It's perfect!"

Perseus, who had no negative feelings to the name, nodded reluctantly. "It will work. I can always shorten it to a nickname that I like."

Hades pumped his fists and smiled. "Great! Anything else we need to talk about?"

"How will I communicate with Hestia if something happens? I think the suppressant will fail if I talk to you mentally."

Hestia rubbed her chin, and replied, "I will have to start the conversation with you mentally, but once there is a connection you can talk back. The suppressant should still work that way."

"What if there is a very urgent situation, like if the campers find out I am a god? How would I talk with you?" Perseus asked worryingly.

Hestia caressed her brother's shoulder. "Well, the campers shouldn't even find out you're a god. Just act like you're a camper, not a god, and try to be hidden. This is supposed to be an incognito mission. None of the gods should know you're at camp. They don't even know you exist!"

"I guess so. Thanks for the advice, sister. Shall I go to camp now?"

Hades looked at the two gods and said, "If that's all, yes. Is everything done?"

"I guess so. Percy-"

The aforementioned god remembered that something important that he wanted to do before arriving at camp. "Wait! I want to tour the palace to Hades. Just to end this meeting on a good note, since this will probably be the last time all three of us will meet peacefully." And, maybe to rub it in Hades' face that he had cool architecture.

Hestia rolled her eyes at her brother's interruption.

"Sorry for interrupting you, Hestia. This will be quick. Just stay in this room and have a drink; make yourself at home." She nodded and summoned another mug of tea, waving goodbye at them.

"Show me the hidden secrets of the mansion," Hades said in a spooky voice with his hands waving.

Perseus rolled his eyes and told the god of shadows to follow him. The gods walked out of the living room into the hallways of the mansion.

The pair walked some more and Perseus explained of the different uses of the rooms they came across. Every five seconds or so, Hades looked at the ceiling and the walls with their elaborate architecture and designs. He touched the walls and emitted heat into them, surprised the ice didn't melt.

His brother's actions were amusing. He chuckled silently every time Hades looked surprised. It felt good to know that the castle was actually appreciated by someone other than his sister. (Hestia had a thing to sugarcoat things, intentionally or not.)

"How is the ice still intact? When I emit heat into it, it isn't melting or changing forms. How?"

"The ice is actually pykrete. As long as it's kept frozen, pykrete is more durable and stronger than concrete. And I maintain the frozen temperatures. I am quite proud of my product, even though some mortal stole it in World War II."

"Ah, that's why the name sounded so familiar!" Hades explained.

Perseus smiled and traced over the designs on the wall. "I only found out about it three years after the war ended. I killed the mortal for stealing my pykrete. Luckily, the man only found out about the variant that I was trying out."

"Since pykrete didn't take off in the mortal world, I killed him quickly. The Mist covered him up in some way or another."

It was true; Geoffrey Pyke brought the idea of building an aircraft carrier for the war (the idea failed). Perseus poisoned one of his drinks afterwards as punishment. The mortals thought that Pyke commited suicide, but that is far from the truth.

Neither Hades nor Perseus were fazed by his comments about killing a mortal. It was normal for death to occur when a god was offended. They continued on from the conversation and walked around the unvisited portions of the mansion.

Suddenly, Perseus could see some small gold wisps travelling over the walls. He was instantly alerted, since the castle should have alerted him of any breaches. He ran faster towards the wisps, leaving Hades confused behind.

As he got closer, Perseus could hear some whisperings. He deemed the wisps a big threat and got his staff out. He cautiously got closer and closer, sending his energy to the end of the staff. He could hear the whisperings clearly. They said something along the lines of: Join me. Help me get rid of the Olympians.

Although it was a good offer, Perseus was not fooled. He could hear some shouts from Hades behind him. He took that as a signal to hurry up. Perseus touched the wisps, trying to find out who was behind them.

That turned out to be a severe mistake.

Those wisps, powered by an unknown deity, suddenly threw him into one of his memories.

Perseus could see himself in a warm and homely place. His memory version (AN: let's call him MV) was gently brought out into a soothing and motherly embrace. He gasped, realizing there was only once where he felt like this.

This was his own birth!

That meant his mother was right here, and he was just inches from her touch. Oh how he craved her touch! After the gods had vanquished Kronos and ruled the Cosmos, Rhea disappeared off of the face of the Earth. No one, not even Hestia, her favorite daughter, had seen her since.

He tried embracing her, tried to get a hug, just even a touch, but his hand passed through. Of course. I can't touch her since this is a memory. He couldn't even touch his own mother! He wanted to cry and shout out in despair and agony, wanted to feel her motherly embrace, wanted to feel like a child!

A man with bright golden eyes, black curly hair, and a long beard suddenly entered the room. It was Kronos, the Titan King and his father. Perseus couldn't sense the intense evil aura off of him as he could during the Titan War, but the feeling was still there.

Rhea, oblivious to her husband's emerging evil nature, smiled as bright as day and showed him MV. Perseus couldn't really blame her though; Kronos hadn't eaten any gods and hadn't taken Ouranos' curse into account yet.

But that all was about to change. He dreaded this moment.

Rhea handed MV over gently to Kronos. (It was weird talking about himself in third person. Oh well.) Kronos' smile quickly vanished once MV was in his arms. The familiar evil aura started exuding off of him, making Rhea frown in concern.

All Perseus wanted to then was to wipe that frown off her face and comfort his mother, telling her that she needn't be concerned. It wasn't Rhea's fault at all; it was Kronos' and technically Ouranos' fault. But, the god couldn't do anything, since this was a memory and he couldn't talk to any of them. All he could do was watch or leave.

Wait, leave! He could leave! This realization prompted Perseus to try and escape the memory, the memory that soon would leave him to relive the worst thing that happened in his immortal life. Well, the second worst thing. The worst incident was when he was banished from Olympus. It didn't really matter.

Perseus sent his consciousness out of the memory's location. As soon as his mind arrived at the end of the room, a forcefield pushed it back. He tried again, and the forcefield pushed him back again. The god realized he fell for one of the most basic godly tricks: trapping another deity into a vision or something of that sort.

Perseus stomped his foot on the ground in anger. How could he have fallen for this simple trick?! The simplest trick a deity could do! He was so stupid! Fortunately, the trick only worked for a couple minutes, since the trapped god would become powerful enough to escape the memory.

Perseus decided to wait and see what the memory had in store for him. Nothing good, he knew.

Kronos held up MV and announced loudly, "Welcome, Titans: my son Perseus!"

The other immortals bowed, and Rhea sighed in relief. To what, he didn't know. But Perseus knew this was not the end to the memory and what really happened.

A bright oval of purple light flashed in the center of the room. Three old women with silver hair and cotton dresses stepped out of the light, all holding the same piece of yarn. They were the Moira, or the Fates! They appeared every time a new god was created.

Clotho, the fate of birth, started unrolling the ice blue yarn. Lachesis, the fate of life, extended the thread with two knots on it. Atropos, the fate of death, was just here to watch, since MV could not die. And fading was off the menu.

"Kronos, king of the Titans and the Cosmos, we are here to appoint your son's domains!" Lachesis announced.

"Perseus shall be the god of ice, cold, mountains, snow, winter, color, and directions!" Clotho proclaimed, examining the thread.

The Titans frowned in confusion, having no idea what a god was.

Lachesis said, "These two knots on the thread indicate the important events in his life."

Everyone, including the Fates, frowned in bewilderment.

Lachesis continued hesitantly, "One is happening right now, and the other will happen in the near future. Maybe a century or so."

The fates started whispering animantly. Perseus came closer to them, wanting to know what they were whispering about. Maybe some future events in his life? Some gods to avoid? But it was too late, and the fates had already made their decision.

They announced in unison, "This is unusual. But, Kronos, your son's fate is in your hands. One important decision will happen right after we leave. Farewell."

The fates left in a flash of purple light, leaving only the Titans and MV in the room.

"Your son's fate is in your hands." Perseus couldn't believe how depressing and, unfortunately, true that statement was.

He dreaded the next part of the dream.

The part that determined the future of the cosmos.

So, here is my second chapter of Lord of Alaska! Hope you liked it!

I think this is my best 'cliffhanger' I've ever written between chapters (never mind I published the first three within minutes of each other).

Summary: Hestia and Hades meet again with Perseus and give him items to make him look like a demigod like a new xiphos! He chooses Aster as his demigod name. When touring the castle with Hades, Perseus gets launched into a memory: his fateful birth. And he can't escape!

So, I introduced my first memory from Perseus' life. There will be other memory situations in other chapters. I'm not going to write everything at once, or I will be rushing it. There should be about two or three more flashbacks in this story.

I actually find Pykrete's story to be very fascinating. All the facts I wrote are real, except the part where Perseus killed Geoffrey Pyke. It's made of ice and wood. Pykrete wasn't used in WWII because it was too expensive, but it really is durable and strong. Look it up if you want to learn more.

I just want to say that other stories have Perseus as this demigod-like god. First of all, no No NO. Where would he learn to think and act like a human? He was raised in the same place as his siblings. It makes much more sense for him to seem and act like other gods.

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 and important.

Have a great day and let's all Mystify!