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5 Years Later (25 in Tartarus)

The clash of blades rang through the air as the combatants danced back and forth in a deserted field. It was two to one and neither side was backing down. The lone one was a man, dressed in nothing more than black leather pants and two blades in his hands. One was a beautiful obsidian black blade forged into a katana reaching three feet with a glowing blue line along the center of the blade. It was guard-less and had a dark blue, metal and wrapped leather handle with the engraving Purgatory in ancient Greek near the base. The second one was an equally dark blade designed like the famous Viking swords, the Ulfberht, a double-edged sword of three feet with a near imperceptible tapper leading to a short but fine point. Along the blade, the engraving Sin was also written in ancient Greek.

Both blades had been forged with a fusion of Abyss crystals and Tartarean steel to make them basically indestructible. They were smelted with Hellfire and cooled with Voidfire, the first and only such blades of their existence. Two blades that manifested his deadliest abilities and could only be wielded by those he allowed. Swords that could cut down even the mightiest of immortals as easily as a harvester cuts his field. Both his opponents were aware of the lethality of his weapons and both maneuvered with skills mastered through millennia to avoid so much as a nick from either blade.

One opponent was an immense man, easily towering both others at nine feet in height, his entire body hidden under a heavy cloak but even then you could see his bulging muscle underneath. He swung a massive great-sword with ease and grace, the speed of which made the blade look like a black blur. His fellow fighter was obviously a woman of petite build wielding what looked like a foot long knife attached to the end of a slick chain. Both attacked together seamlessly, an endless barrage of slashes and stabs but their opponent handled the onslaught with unparalleled skill, his two swords meeting every strike.

The katana in his right deflected every attempt of the woman, at times nearly cutting her but she always managed to evade at the last moment. At the same time his Ulfberht in his left blocked or deflected the great-sword. It would have seemed odd at the sight in how one man, a fraction of the size of the one wielding the great-sword, could match him in strength with no noticeable trouble while also moving faster than the woman as she moved around him.

They kept fighting, their movement beyond the ability of any mortal or lesser immortals to even perceive, let alone matching. Soon the single man seemed to falter in his steps and the woman made her move. She tossed her knife with deadly precision towards the man's head while the larger man made a grand overhead swing to cut the man down the center. Too late both noticed the man's smirk as he tossed Purgatory into the air before his free hand grabbed the chain as his head tilted to the side, allowing the knife to sail past harmlessly. With a sharp tug the woman was hauled towards him while also raising Sin towards the oncoming great-sword.

He raised his Ulfberht and used it to catch the massive great-sword, the sheer force of which made the ground beneath him crater with only a slight bend of his knees. Then he flicked the sword to the side while turning on his heel, his sword brought up until the point tapped against the chest of the larger man. At the same time the woman fell at his feet and turned on her back … only to see Purgatory fall into his waiting palm before the blade was immediately at her throat, daring her to move.

"Damn," she muttered as the larger man scoffed.

"Cheap trick," he grumbled in a dark and old voice.

"You taught me well," was the smaller man's cheeky reply.

The three stood silent for another few seconds before all three started to chuckle as they pulled back with their weapons at their sides. Now it was possible to get a proper look at the man. He stood at 6 foot'4, with a body sculpted by angels … or fallen angels considering their location. His body didn't have an ounce of fat and his steely yet lean muscles coiled just beneath the surface with the body of a perfect gymnast. Flexible and light yet undeniably strong and resilient, a body meant for the perfect warrior. Even after years of seeing him like this the woman couldn't help but blush. It made her wonder if taking a vow of chastity after her late husband was worth it but in the end her resolve remained strong.

The man's wild hair was pitch black but the very tips had an icy blue color, giving him a classic bad-boy air. His eyes were mesmerizing with literally black, flaming irises and glowing, icy blue pupils. He had a lightly tanned, chiseled face of a 25 year old at his prime. This man could make Adonis switch teams with his looks and get Hera to have an affair if he wanted, the apex of the male form. This man is Perseus Jackson and his opponents are none other than Nyx, Primordial of Night, and Tartarus, Primordial of the Pit.

"Well Percy, I think you're ready," Nyx said as she made her knife and chain disappear into shadows.

"Really!?" Percy asked excitedly as his swords turned into matching rings on his index fingers.

"Yep," Nyx said before looking at her older brother. "Don't you think?"

"Hmph … might as well," Tartarus, the ever cold, snorted.

Nyx rolled her eyes at her brother's antics but knew on the inside he was proud. They'd trained Percy together …after Percy had successfully become the champion of Tartarus' arena in the deepest recesses in the Pit, and prepared him to lead the next generation. His fighting ability was second to none, themselves included, and with the domains he would inherit it was doubtless that he would be more powerful than Tartarus had ever been and he'd been Chaos' eldest child. But Percy had still kept his kind heart, making him immensely loyal to those that earn it and protective of anyone he cares about.

"So Percy," Nyx said as she nearly giggled at his massive grin. "Go on … complete the next step."

Percy nodded as he took a deep breath before speaking in a voice laced with power, "I, Perseus Theseus Jackson, state my claim and right to be heir of Nyx, Primordial of Night, and Erebus, Primordial of Darkness and Shadows!"

With his words completed he glowed a magnificent mix of icy blue and pitch black, an eruption of power flowed off him making Nyx shudder. 'Definitely going to be the strongest,' she thought as the power settled down allowing her to get a better look at her heir. He looked the same but was now wearing a long coat actually made of darkness with the hood pulled back and a muscle shirt, also formed from darkness that was practically a second skin. The trims were icy blue and the very air around him misted over with frost, his eyes glowing with power.

'The process is almost complete,' Nyx thought as Percy seemed to study himself. There was one step left, for him to actually claim her domain as his but for now he had a partial link to his claimed domains and she needed to train him in their connection. Once his training was complete, he would need to fully claim his domain which would lead to her finally fading and joining her husband in the realm of the faded. 'Though, he has an extra two steps,' she thought with a slight frown.

No new primordial could truly be born without the will of a council or king … and right now the thrown was empty. Another task is that Anake's heir needs to be chosen to give the full titles of each new primordial since the Fates could not control them. Until then, no new primordial could obtain full control of all their domains leaving them limited like the Olympians and their dependence on Western Civilization. As of now Percy is roughly 75% primordial and his true power will come when he claims his domains and is name his titles by Anake's heir. But for now that was more than enough and power wise Percy was an easy match for several Olympians or a major Titan such as Kronos at full strength.

"Great," Nyx said after noting that Percy finished inspecting himself, "By the way, try and see if you have a sacred animal."

Most protogenoi don't but then again, there's never been a primordial that started out as a demigod. In truth, Nyx and Tartarus were basically shooting in the dark with Percy and the generation that would follow. How strong could they grow? What would happen to Earth and the other planets left by Chaos with differing gods and pantheons? It was all a mystery and Nyx couldn't help but be excited for it since she would always have a sense of her domain even after passing into the realm of the faded so she would know how it goes.

Percy looked at her and Tartarus with a quirked eyebrow for a moment before shrugging and closing his eyes. Nyx felt his power spike as his frame glowed in mixes of black and light blue before suddenly his form started to shift as darkness wrapped around him. He fell to his hands and knees before his body started to change. His coat of darkness turned into fur, his nose and jaws elongated into a snout, and a tail grew out of his back … and then he started to grow.

Nyx's eyes widened as she watched Percy grow to nearly three meters in height at the shoulders before the darkness dissipated to reveal an absolutely gorgeous wolf. His fur was like a perfect night, black and smooth. His body was lean and collided with powerful muscle, his eyes still the same black flames with icy blue pupils and some of his fur had light blue streaks.

"Wow," Nyx murmured as Percy inspected himself while sitting in a typical dog fashion before looking at her. He tilted his head to the side while one of his ears twitched making Nyx have to suppress the most girly squeal and desire to pet him.

It seemed Percy caught on as he actually keened while giving her perfect puppy dog eyes. Her dam broke as she practically tackled him, burying her face in his surprisingly warm fur. She quickly stood on her toes and hugged his large neck while cooing, loving the sensation of his fur as it passed through her fingers. She caught Tartarus chuckling but didn't care as she got her fix before finally stepping back. Percy gave her a wolf grin, gleaming white fangs and all, before he shifted back to his human form, still grinning at her.

"So, wolves huh? Can't say I'm disappointed at all," he said.

"It will actually make things easier," Tartarus commented making both Percy and Nyx look at him questioningly. "You were going to infiltrate the Hunt right?"

"Ah … not really?" Percy asked sheepishly. "I was thinking more along the lines of 'hi and die' before taking back my sister."

"But she's been with the Hunt for five years. Sure that means she's about six or seven but you don't know what kind of lies the Hunt has been feeding her. You'll need to gain her trust before taking her away from them … otherwise you might end up with your little sister hating you," Tartarus explained.

"You mean that filthy band of sexist murderers has to live for longer?" Nyx asked with disgust evident in her voice.

She'd watched them for a long time, seen how Artemis spread her own hate and misery into innocent girls who'd been hurt once by men. Sure, a good deal of men were nothing but pigs waiting for slaughter but festering and cultivating that hate into emotionally fragile teens and children did nothing for them and only harmed others in the end. Just how many wives had Artemis left as widows? Sons and daughters without fathers or next of kin all because they happened to cross Artemis' path without having done anything wrong. Brothers, younger and older, abandoned by their sisters regardless of how much they need them? The Di Angelo siblings were a prime example of that.

Percy growled in agreement, showing that with his animal's awakening he'd grown a set of fangs that remained in either form. Tartarus didn't even look phased though as he continued on.

"Look. Your form is perfect for infiltrating the camp as a wolf. Your sister is young so she shouldn't even have a companion yet. That will be your perfect chance to get close to her, bond, and slowly show her the truth. Then, when she is ready, bring her here and do with the Hunt what you will."

"But they'll be suspicious if a huge, pitch black wolf suddenly shows up out of the blue and gets too close to her too soon. Not to mention you can feel the power coming off him that already comes close to a minor god when suppressed," Nyx interjected. "They'll ask too many questions and watch him closely. It'll be better if he just skins them alive."

"But what of his cousin?" Tartarus asked with his red eyes glowing under his hood intently.

Okay, what was going on? Since when did Tartarus advise against violence and death?

"What about her?" Percy asked with a frown.

"Well, you know Artemis and Phoebe were there but how do you know that Thalia was involved? She may be innocent and could be spared or even brought to your side," Tartarus answered making Percy slowly nod as he thought on it.

"Great," Nyx sighed in frustration, "So how exactly can he infiltrate them?"

Tartarus chuckled before he glanced to Percy, "Why not ask her to go with you?"

At the mention of her, Percy blushed slightly while rubbing his neck. Nyx smirked at the reaction, knowing what was going on in his mind. They'd been friends for 20 years down here after Nyx freed her from her imprisonment … not that the Olympians would know considering Zeus is the only one that knew the location of her prison and completely forgot about her centuries ago … which also meant she wasn't freed with Percy's request.

The pair hit it off immediately and became the closest of friends. Percy would help her train in combat and she would teach him all sorts of history and other mundane things she enjoyed doing. It certainly made Percy a better cook, that was for sure. However after a decade they started to get closer to the point everyone could see their chemistry except the pair in question … that and Percy had budding feelings for another. Problem was, he definitely liked both and with how similar they are, it would make since that he'd be confused about it.

"I'm not so sure, I mean …"

Before he could finish there was a flash beside the trio and they all looked to see their arrival. 'Speak of the devil,' Nyx thought while suppressing a giggle as Percy blushed more at the girl in question. She stood at a 5 foot'10 making her rather tall by girl standards. Dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders with goldish hazel eyes with flecks of green, filled with warmth. Her skin was a coppery tone, flawless complexion, and a figure to die for dressed in a snug black and green dress that reached her knees.

Before them stood Rhea, Titaness of Fertility, Motherhood, and Mountain Wilds … and now, primordial heiress of the Earth thanks to Percy. Also the mother of Percy's other crush making it hilariously awkward in Nyx's opinion. 'Oh I can't wait to see where this love triangle goes,' she thought as Rhea greeted Percy with her heart melting smile that got another blush out of him as he looked away with a hasty reply. Of course that lead to Rhea trying to see his face, innocently wondering why he was so red. Nyx watched the pair do their familiar back and forth for a few minutes before she cleared her throat to get their attention.

"Okay then, now that everyone's here … or at least those relevant at the moment," Nyx muttered the last bit while thinking about some of her other siblings doing who knows what. "So Rhea, Percy needs your help for a mission."

"What is it?" Rhea asked with a shine in the eyes.

Rarely has she been allowed to visit the mortal world in these few years. Mostly under Nyx's shadows to get some information and remain hidden from the Olympians. So of course she would jump at the chance of an extended stay, especially if Percy was going with her.

"Percy is infiltrating the Hunt," Tartarus answer making Rhea immediately frown.

She'd heard and even seen the aftermath of the Hunt after their particular 'hunts' which were honestly purges of any man that happened to get caught when they were in the mood. She even witnessed one family camping get tortured by some of the elder hunters because the mother and daughter tried to defend their father/husband and brother/son even though they were boys. And the most sickening part was Artemis watched on with near indifference and even advised on how to make it more affective against the males. If anything, after her pride was hurt when Percy saved her in the Giant War, she'd become crueler and colder to any man she saw.

Rhea had gone straight to her room and cried after witnessing it and being forced to do nothing lest she reveal her escape to the Olympians. Luckily Percy managed to cheer her up with hugs, cookies, and snuggling while watching some cheesy movie. However, now she would need to help Percy get in and have to socialize with the barbarians when she'd probably want to brain them with her bow staff.

"Do we have to infiltrate them? Why not just kill them?"

You know Rhea hates something when she suggests violence. Tartarus sighed at Rhea's question before giving her the same reasoning he'd given Nyx and Percy. She thought it over before nodding and then looking at Percy.

"So you'll turn into a wolf? Can you show me?" Rhea asked eagerly making Percy smile faintly as he nodded.

Soon he took his form again and looked at Rhea with that adorable tilt of the head. Rhea made a noise that sounded suspiciously like 'squeeee' before she gave Percy a flying hug and buried her head in his fur as well. Tartarus sighed before muttering, "This will take a while." Nyx on the other hand just giggled. How she loved these two, making her happy for the first time in centuries.


Mortal World

It was nighttime in California. The night air was cool and soothing as light breezes caressed the tree leaves, the moon shining brightly with a cold light. In a clearing the shadows started to coil and condense in the center, an eerie aura of cold and darkness suffocating the air. All animals went silent, from the crickets to the few deer out in this evening. Soon the darkness formed a shape of a hulking wolf and rider before it dissipated to reveal Percy and Rhea. Percy's fur made him next to invisible in the lingering shadows as even the light of the moon touching him seemed to be soaked up, never to be seen again.

Rhea looked like a 12 year old girl, her clothes changed to simple jean shorts and a snug brown shirt, all ruffled up and looking a little dirty for extra effect. Her eyes were also changed to a soft green to not give away her power and with a small obsidian earing made by Nyx, Artemis would think that Rhea is little more than a demigod of a minor god. Percy also had a collar made of the same material that would make his power feel like a wolf from Lupa's pack. Their backstory wasn't that sound, especially his size, but it would have to do.

"So where are they exactly?" Rhea asked as Percy took off in a light jog (gallop?) towards the south.

'I can sense them about a mile away,' he thought back since he couldn't risk anyone knowing he could speak in this form.

He could sense anything with a shadow within several miles of him thanks to his partial domain so he knew exactly where the Hunt was currently camped. Rhea held on tight as he picked up speed, his form looking like a shadow gliding along the forest floor. He loved the feeling of the night and darkness around him as he ran at speeds even Artemis' hunters wouldn't be able to keep up, the cool wind in his face as Rhea snuggled into his soft fur.

He was glad he was a wolf, otherwise she might have seen him blushing at the contact. He really couldn't get the heiress and to make matters worse, he was pretty sure he liked her … but he also liked her daughter! What is he supposed to do in that situation!? To make matters worse he had no idea if either would return his affections and that thought made his normally stony heart hurt even more than it had for years after he left this world behind.

He gave a wolf's equivalent of a sigh as he trudged on, trying to focus more on finding the Hunt rather than his jumbled feelings. However, the thought of that group, especially Artemis and Phoebe, made his frigid blood boil. He would see those two ripped apart … but not before taking away everything they hold dear and having them literally begging for any form of death. His thoughts continued to the point he released a bloodcurdling growl while the ground beneath him froze on contact with his paws.

"Percy," Rhea whispered gently as she hugged his neck from behind.

Just her voice was enough to calm him down, his entire frame relaxing as he sent her a mental thank you. He felt her nod into his neck as he continued to move through the forest nearly soundless, his senses picking up every scent, sight, and sound around him. Soon he picked up the sound of chatter and laughing along with the scents of cooked meat, marshmallows, and a campfire. 'Found them,' he told Rhea as he turned in their direction.

Soon he arrived at the edge of their camp, just out of the fire light as Rhea dismounted him. With that Percy backed up a few feet, letting the darkness envelop him, presence and all. With him hidden, Rhea continued on to the next part of the plan.

"H-hello!" she called in a tired and timid voice making the laughter abruptly stop.

Soon the hunters appeared, a solid 30 of them ranging from 6 to 17 year olds, all with bows in hand but no arms notched yet. Soon a familiar hunter wearing a tiara stepped up, her electric blue eyes looking at Rhea intently.

"Who are you?" she asked with stern though not unkind tone.

"M-Mira," Rhea answered while fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"Well Mira, what are you doing here?" Thalia asked as she stepped closer but kept one hand in her pocket, obviously gripping her hidden spear in case 'Mira' turned out to be a threat. Oh if only she knew.

"I'm lost," Rhea replied nervously while looking at Thalia with pleading eyes. "My mom said I had to run south … something about a camp … and they would tell me who my dad is."

"A demigod huh?" Thalia commented before she glanced back to the group of gathered girls.

Soon a particular 12 year old approached with auburn hair and silvery-yellow eyes. 'Artemis,' Percy growled in his mind as she approached Rhea. Oh how he wanted to simply attack now and tear her throat out, to make her scream and cry as she forced to watch him destroy the Hunt. He kept himself in check however as he carefully watched the hunters behind her. It didn't take him long to spot her.

Obviously the youngest one. A little girl with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, his mother's cheeks and nose, and a scent that was slightly similar to his own. There was his sister, Andromeda Jackson. He'd only managed to see her once, when she was little more than a year old. All before Hera initiated her plan and took eight months of his life away. He wished with all his heart he could just walk up to her and hug her but for now he needed to remain silent.

"What is your story girl?" Artemis asked after inspecting Rhea and subtly reaching out with her own power to get a read on Rhea's. Luckily Nyx's charms worked like … well, charms.

"Umm … a week ago a tall man with one eye appeared and attacked my house. My m-mom … was hurt," Rhea started to sniffle before continuing, "There was too much blood but before the monster could get me my mom threw this dagger at it." Rhea pulled out a small celestial bronze dagger with dried blood on it from her back pocket. "It hit the monster in the head and he exploded into gold dust. Then my mom told me about a camp and to run away … and to leave her behind." Rhea was fully crying now, rubbing one of her hands into her eye as she pitifully looked at Artemis. "But … he kept me safe and helped me travel here."

"He?" Artemis asked venomously as she suddenly had her bow in hand and the other hunters copied her while scanning around. "Where is the boy that accompanied you? Did he take advantage of you?"

'Tch. Typical. She didn't say anything bad about me and Artemis already thinks I'm the reason bad shit happened,' Percy thought while rolling his eyes from the shadows.

"No … he's my companion," Rhea muttered softly. "He was hunting when the attack happened but he's kept me safe ever since I got him."

"Companion?" Thalia asked this time as she lowered her spear though she kept scanning the trees.

"Mhm … Umbra," Rhea answered while clearing her face before asking in a hopeful voice, "Want to meet him? He's big and strong and … well … the only thing my dad left for me when I was five."

Artemis and Thalia glanced at each other before Thalia slowly nodded while Artemis maintained a steady grip on her bow.

Rhea gave them a faint smile before turning around to face him and called excitedly, "Umbra! Come here boy!"

Percy waited a few moments before making any movement. He then slowly crept out of the shadows, the hunters gasping and taking steps back at his sheer size as he towered beside Rhea.

"Big ass wolf," Thalia muttered as she looked at him with wide eyes.

"Yep," was Rhea's peppy reply as she hugged his leg since she couldn't reach his shoulder. "He's big and fluffy."

"Still a damned male," Phoebe sneered with an arrow aimed straight at him.

He would have growled at her but doing that would get the entire Hunt into aiming at him and killing them all wasn't the plan … yet.

"No!" Rhea shouted as she stood in front of him with her arms spread. "I won't let you hurt him. I've had him since he was a puppy. He's a good boy and really nice and protective."

They were at a standoff, some of the hunters keeping an arrow aimed at him while others glanced nervously at Artemis. She seemed to be thinking about it before looking at Rhea intently.

"And you. Are you planning to join the Hunt?"

Rhea shuffled her feet as she looked as if thinking about it. In all honesty she wouldn't be caught dead swearing into Artemis' Hunt. After a while she looked back at Artemis and spoke shyly, "Umm … my mom wanted me to go to the camp. Can I at least see it before deciding?"

"Hmm …" Artemis hummed as she scratched her chin, occasionally glancing at him. After a while she nodded. "Very well, I shall allow you to travel with us since we were heading in that direction anyways. It will take up to a two weeks or so but that should give you more than enough time to see the how the Hunt is the right choice. Now, as for your companion … should he show any typical male behavior or try anything on our wolves, I will skin him alive."

'As if you could,' they both thought through their mental connection while Rhea smiled and nodded. With that Artemis waved the Hunt off and all returned to the campfire except for Thalia and Andromeda, who walked up to Artemis and lightly tugged at her shirt to get her attention.

"Mommy …" she said in a gentle voice.

At her words Percy felt his cold hatred return with a vengeance as he looked at the goddess. How dare she try to take Sally's place after she murdered their family!? If it hadn't been for Rhea hugging his leg he would have pounced and mauled Artemis to a bloody stain. 'Calm down,' Rhea said soothingly in his mind making him take a deep breath as he watched his little sister.

"… C-can … I pet him?" she asked shyly as she looked at him.

Artemis had a conflicted look at the request, probably something about males and being pigs but after she glanced at Rhea and got an assuring nod, she looked back at Andromeda.

"Yes you may, Atalanta …"

Percy suppressed a growl again. Artemis then left after sharing a glance with Thalia while Andromeda looked at them nervously but Rhea simply walked up to her and took her hand before gently pulling her towards Percy. Percy on his part laid down so that he didn't look so imposing, even going as far as to lowering his head onto the ground and throwing out some puppy eyes at her. Andromeda giggled, a musical sound that filled Percy's heart with joy, as she got a little closer before tentatively reaching out with a shaky hand.

Percy slowly brought his snout up to nuzzle her hand, even licking it affectionately to get more giggles out of her. Soon enough she worked up the courage to come to Percy's side and begin to pet and hug him, making his tail wag while he continued to nuzzle her from time to time. While doing that he paid close attention to the conversation Thalia and Rhea were having.

"I didn't know Lady Artemis had a daughter," Rhea said as she looked at Thalia curiously.

"She's adopted," Thalia whispered too low for Andromeda to hear.

"From who?" Rhea persisted through innocent questioning.

"No idea," Thalia replied with a frown. "She just showed up with her one night five years ago covered in blood. Said that her mother had been killed by an abusive father and that Lady Artemis rescued her before it was too late."

"I … see," Rhea answered with a brief flash of anger in her eyes while glancing at Percy.

His thoughts were the same. Now he had confirmation that Thalia wasn't a part of the murder and that Andromeda was already being manipulated … that much easier to show her the truth really. Now he just hand to plan on how to do it … but for now he focused on enjoying the contact with his little sister as Rhea and Thalia continued to speak.


"Finally alone," Rhea murmured as she rested on top of Percy, using his fur as a blanket and pillow in one.

'So … what do you think?' he asked while giving a once over to the tent they'd been given.

He could tell it had minor privacy charms built in so they didn't have to worry about being overheard. It was also well furnished with a twin bed, dresser, desk, and a chest at the foot of the bed. Only problem Rhea had was all the clothes they gave her is for hunters.

"Hera's work … no doubt," Rhea answered as she rolled off his back only to curl up into his side.

'You're enjoying this too much,' he chuckled only to receive a cheeky grin. 'But … what are we going to do about it? If Hera did anything, then Andromeda doesn't even have any baby memories we could use to tell her the truth.'

"Not exactly," Rhea retorted with a raised finger. "Hera may have mind abilities but they don't compare to my sister's."

'Mnemosyne,' Percy thought while looking at Rhea intently. That was one Titan that again, had not been set free after Percy's request since he didn't even know about her. Rhea actually helped Nyx free her a year or so ago in mortal time and she'd been in Tartarus with them ever since.

"Yep," Rhea replied while shuffling around to get comfortable. "I'll just pray to her for a small blessing so we can correct the damage done and return the memories. Hera can sever and hide them but she's not good actually taking them away permanently. Now we just have to work quickly before we get to the camp."

'Agreed,' Percy replied as he set his head down and closed his eyes. 'I'll get you back Andromeda … we'll be a family again, just you wait …'


Author's Rant: And finally some beginnings of action. What will happen with Percy smack dab in the middle of a camp of hunters he hates? Who knows but it won't be pretty, haha! I'm guessing most of you knew Rhea was going to show up thanks to the tags but surprise! Rhea is going to be one of the new Primordial gods!

Hope everyone enjoyed that, a pleasure, Jbubu