Interlude: 01

Ozpin gave one last smile to Glynda before slipping into his office. Instantly, the smile fell off and he stumbled to his desk, his hands shaking. The files in his hand weighed like bricks, as he carefully placed them down. Only three files caught his attention.

Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Piper Mclean.

When he entered the same room as them. Ozpin believed that he would have fallen on his knees right there and then. That would have been a sight. When Glynda informed of him three fighters that she wanted to personally sponsor, he was curious and cautious. Glynda has always been very hard to impress women, and would never personally risk her reputation on a first-year student, no matter how skilled they are. However, when he came into the presence of the three, he felt the weight that he has carried on his shoulder for years, intensify to an unbearable level. He sensed something that he prayed he'll never experience again.

Divinity

It's impossible to forget. Were these the gods returning early? Have they broken their word? Why there three? So many questions, but no easy answer. After the orientation, Ozpin practically interrogated Glynda on everything she knew about these answers he got were not comforting and created more questions. Now, he lived a very long time. There's been nowhere that he hasn't explored yet. Hell, there are islands that he has safehouses on that aren't even on the map. The three teenagers were definitely lying, or he never came across their 'home'. Now they're here, in his school, showing off skills that he never has seen before, with weapons that could cut through Grimm like butter, and interesting abilities. All without Aura, or even using a semblance supposedly.

'The weapons' he thought to himself grimly. When the new student's weapons were revealed, he felt a cold hand grasping his heart, which almost made Ozpin leave the area. Instinctively he knew. He knew that the weapon could kill him

Permanently.

Ozpin sunk down on his chair and poured himself a new glass of scotch, that Ironwood sent him months ago.

'This will be an interesting year indeed' he thought with a wry smile. Taking one last gulp, he prepared to call other members of his inner circle, contacts. Maybe someone would know more.

Olympus - Temple of Hestia

Hestia sighed as she witnessed her brother clenching in trident with a death grip while glaring at the golden god in front of him. She was honestly surprised to see that it took this long for a weapon to pop out.

"What game are you playing at?" he growled out.

The god with the antlers raised his hands in a sign of peace. "No game. I just felt that they would significantly help this world, and bring it back from the brink," he said calmly.

"And why did you have to bring them into this...failed experiment of yours, Aether. Olympus made it clear that we did not approve of the experiment or the action you and your brother have taken." Athen spoke up, glaring at the now identified primordial.

"Now, Athena, a few of you were interested at first. While in the end, things got a bit heated and we may have lost our temper, it was enlightening in a small way. I think it's time to stop punishing them for one woman's mistake."

"Took you a few millennia to figure that out?" Aphrodite asked dryly while checking out her nails on the couch she summoned. Hestia could tell from the sharp look in her eyes and barely contained fury, that the love goddess wanted to be in Poseidon's place. "I know that we're bad, but at least we reversed all of our curses and horrific misdeed centuries ago." she briefly looks at Athena. "Well most of them."

"Well, I've been busy," he said with a shrug. Hestia thought that he was either brave or stupid. While he is a Primordial God, he like many of his generation does not have any of the combative prowess their descendants possess. Everyone in the temple, including herself, have a good chance of overwhelming him. Yet, he continues to act casually to his victim's parents.

"Peace brother," Hestia said, stepping in. "We currently don't have the power to retrieve them, without severely harming them. Especially without both Aether and Erebus' permission. So let us help in another way. Ensure their survival."

Poseidon turned to his sister. "And how do we accomplish that?"

"A care package." Aphrodite offered. "Nectar, Ambrosia, more Celestial bronze, and even that communal laptop that Owl head and my husband children use. Even with their slight power growth, they, and their allies need whatever edge they get. The Witch and her minions are certainly powerful, and those deluded mortals that follow her."

"Yes. That would help them greatly in their quest." Aether said happily. His aura glowing brighter.

"Our children are not your custodians Aether. If they were to come to serious harm, we will have words." Athena said before disappearing in a flash.

"I'll just take you to the deepest part of the ocean, were no light dare to reach," Poseidon growled out before leaving as well.

"I guess, I'm making the care package." Aphrodite sighed. "And people wonder why I don't offer up ideas that much. Oh yes, my threat. I'll think about something gruesome involving your manhood. Goodbye Hestia." and with that, the last god left, and Aether slumped in relief.

"You're playing a dangerous game. Your brother does not know of this, correct?" Hestia asked.

"Of course not. He's kind of hoping that the people of Remnant would fail and wash his hands of them forever. I, of course still think that everything will work out in the end. However, if he were to discover, I fear what he might do to make things fair. "

Hestia sighed and strolled to the temple entrance. Annabeth spent a lot of time making them to godly perfection. The least she can do is actually use the door. "Come along. We need to make sure Aphrodite doesn't throw in a makeup kit or romance novels." This god is going to ruin the peace they have finally achieved, just to clean up his mess, but Hestia believed that these three demigods could come out of this unscathed and win.