Chapter 2-The Impossible

Percy stared at the arena before him. The arena had the look of the Coliseum but it was ten times larger and it felt like the top of the ceiling or where it was supposed to start was probably as tall as the sky. People clattered and layered with armor sat around the arena yelling cheers and insults.

"Is this your arena?" Percy whispered to himself.

"Yes, Perseus, quite beautiful, and this is where you will start your test at this moment," Lord Chaos said with a serious tone, yet something else was there as well, yet Percy couldn't pinpoint it.

"First, I will tell you the ranks. The lowest is where are the farmers for the food, the slaves, armor-smiths, and healers. Do not talk to any of them no one but the armor-smiths.

"Next, are the lowest status of the army; the minutemens (Yes I'm learning US History...duh i live there!) The middle status are the knights and soldiers. And the highest of the ranks are the Assassins. They are the ones that accomplish and do secret missions of mine, they kill the horrible rulers and people.

"Though there is one more rank just below me that I have not had in millennia. Second-in-command that is almost as powerful as me, the Ostantinate." Chaos finished.

"You have slaves?" Percy said with horror.

"They are the ones that help us around the places that clean and do some of the work." Chaos answered with a mixed expression. "Going on, you must fight that," Chaos pointed towards the arena again and then Percy turned to see a monster he has never seen before and seemed to just appear. The horrific monster seemed to be a

"What on earth is that?" Percy softly whispered as he stared with horror.

"That is from Norse Mythology, the evil Midgard Serpent or what is actually called Jörmungand."

Percy stared and studied the monster. A tail rapped around the whole arena as it coiled up to the roof.

"Oh gods!" Percy stared with horror. The fangs dripped with poison sizzling once it hit the floor. It hissed and moved closer to him. Chaos then pushed him towards the entrance to the arena and Percy toppled out the entrance.

"Good Luck! You will need it," Chaos said. Percy turned around trying to get out but once he turned around, there was a wall there, like that entrance never was there.

He stood with determination and stared at the huge creature that was thirty times larger than him. Percy then watched as its growl echoed around the arena. Percy had never studied Norse Mythology and he never knew that it even existed till now.

He backed away as the creature walked closer to him.

"Hi?" Percy squeaked.

That's when the monster leaped towards him.

He yelped and jumped and tried to grab footholds for him as he climbed higher. The people in the stands laughed at him as he ran away as a coward. Yet only a god had killed this monster. Thor and he died killing the monster.

Percy then climbed higher as rain then seemed to patter down on the coliseum from the high roof. The hand and footholds began to come slicker as Percy tried to reach higher. The Jörmungand monster growled under him as Percy was about twenty feet higher. The growl then made him loose his footing as he was only holding by his Hands as no footholds were anywhere. He tried to make his feet catch onto the wall but was unable.

The rain continued to fall making his hands slip only to his fingers. He tried to reach higher but even his fingertips were slipping. Jörmungand was approaching faster. Even though the rain seem to reinvigorate him, it still made him slip. Then huge rain drop hit his left hand making him slip.

Chaos watched with a smirk on his face from the stage. Percy glared at him for Percy may even loose his life for fighting such a powerful monster he had never fought.

Percy then tried to grab Anaklusmos and then he was able to grab it as his right hand slipped. Jörmungand then climbed higher and growled as percy free-fell from over 100 feet in the air.

Percy gulped and then uncapped Riptide but instead of it forming his regular sword, it began to transform into a different sword. It glowed strongly and emitted a great light. Around 4 feet long, with a gold light with intricate markings around the base. It seemed to be made by a certain metal unknown to him. Then power began to travel through his bones making them stronger and seem to make him grow. His muscles felt power and grew larger making him look more stronger and he felt even an 8-pack come down.

Wind seem to blow in his hair making them sweep crazily as he continued to fall.

Chaos in the background seem to smile but as well the smile seemed to dissapear immediately.

"Mjölnir," he whispered frightened.

Percy on the other hand seemed to come closer to the ground at great speeds as it began to fill with more water that collected at the floor of the arena. He then grabbed his sword that he held in his right hand an then hit the water with a huge splash as the sword touched the wave making a huge tsunami. Waves whipped around and slashed at the Jörmungand that growled at him.

Power still continued to slither through every nook in Percy's body as the sword was tightly gripped.

Then Jörmungand came before him and lashed at Percy. Percy just sidestepped and sliced outward. Jörmungand roared as It was hit but it was only a minor wound. Percy then made the water around him to create millions of weapons that turned unto sharp ice daggers that then jabbed at Jörmungand. These were minor because of the weapon used but that had still made an impact as Percy who had a wolf-like glare at Jörmungand and dodged hits and began to lash back.

Though the audience still was mocking Percy and shouting insults, as if he was a notorious person out to get them, they did not notice a powerful light from the top of the coliseum. A golden light glimmered at the top as if watching the fight.

On the other hand, Percy was loosing to Jörmungand. Percy had gashes on his body everywhere. A ginormous gash from his right chest to his hip with leaking poison from the wound lay weakening him. The water did not even seem to heal the wound but only make the gash burden him more. The sword still gave him power letting him have the power to stand up to the horrid monster.

Jörmungand then with his sharp fangs hit down having its fangs hit down right on the side of the young man. Poison then went into the wound. Blood with golden specks came out. Jörmungand then took out it's fangs out of the teenager and stared towards him.

Percy stayed down floating on the water. Then he fell down under the water. Two huge holes were in his side. The whole entire stadium was quiet as the teenager was unmoving. Yet no one still knew that a great nuclear power still hovered above the arena.

Jörmungand was about to cheer for his victory when that nuclear power of energy zoomed all the way to the bottom of the coliseum. Jörmungand then looked up to see the ball of power striking down at unnatural speeds. It hurled down as the audience stared with amazed looks.

No one knew where exactly it was headed for, Jörmungand or the broken teenager under water.

Then, quickly at certain speeds, the huge ball of electricity went into Percy Jackson. Everyone gasped at this.

Percy then felt a huge energy boost as if he had drank Red Bull all day.

He then stood up under all of the water without the poison still on his side as well as the gash.

Mjölnir still laid in his hands as he went under the water with quick speeds and tightened his grip on the sword. With a burst of speed he spun out of the water into the air.

A bright light then emitted off of him as he went straight at Jörmungand. At sudden speeds, Percy tumbled down on Jörmungand as Mjölnir came down against the monster. A huge super nova emitted off of the weapon immediately killing Jörmungand as cracks began to form on the walls of the Coliseum.

Chaos in the stands up on the 6th floor smiled happily. Though others shielded their eyes from the ultimate power.

After minutes, the water began to recede as well as the carcass of Jörmungand showing he was dead. Only thing left was a young teenager bleeding blood from different places especially his right side.

Chaos walked out from the sixth floor to the arena floor and walked to the boy. He see the weapon in his hand change back into a small pen. He then immediately tried to touch it, yet was unable as it burned the immortal being.

Instead the pen then just disappeared back into his pocket.

Chaos then touched his left arm by the hand and saw marks curl along his arm disappearing and repeat once more.

Then right where the vein met above the pulse point, cursive marks began to appear.

Chaos looked at it but then gasped.

It only said a word or name.

Thor