Dark clouds billowed in the sky above New York City, as the deep waves upon the shore of Long Island began to rock quicker and taller. A lone pigeon continued to scrap and feed on garbage left by earlier beach goers, as water began to rise from the ocean slowly.
The water began to almost form a mini cyclone, but as soon as the rising water had formed, from the cyclone stepped a handsome blonde man, with a short almost Caesar haircut, with a blonde striking beard. His armor which appeared very sea based, began to morph into an expensive suit, as the man began to stroll through the large city of New York, as the individual took in the sights of downtown Manhattan.
Soon, the man who had casually strolled out of the ocean had made it to the top of the Empire State Building, as he stood quietly behind another man who appeared to be looking out over the city as his hands held onto a set of bars being held in place by the roof.
"Zeus..." the ocean man quietly said, as Zeus turned around to reveal his stressed out disheveled, bearded face, his hair growing longer than he allowed it to during the world war era, "Poseidon.. brother."
"Why have you called me here brother?" Poseidon questioned Zeus, with a slight impatience in his voice. He had much work to do, keeping the entire worlds oceans in check. "You see the clouds brother... there are clouds... but what's missing?" Zeus questioned cryptically but Poseidon caught on quickly.
"No thunder..." Poseidon responded quietly as Zeus nodded, "The bolt... my bolts been stolen." The king of the Greek pantheon angrily spat out, as he glared tensely at Poseidon. Poseidon growled and quickly defended himself, "And you think I could possibly steal your bolt? We are forbidden from stealing from each other."
"Yes... but our kids are not." Zeus pressed on as Poseidon grew angrier, "You think my child had something to do with this? I have not seen him since he was a baby!" Zeus growled and shouted, "If he has taken my bolt, there will be hell to pay! No exceptions!"
Poseidon grabbed the collar of his brothers fancy suit in anger as the brothers glared into each other's eyes, "If you dare hurt a single hair on my sons head, there will be war."
"Your son or not, if I do not have my bolt back by solstice time... the war will have already began." Zeus sternly growled out as he pushed Poseidon's grip off of him, as he pulled his arm back with a wave and a nearby elevator broke apart, revealing solid light emanating from the elevator.
Zeus began to slowly walk towards the entrance to Olympus as he glared back angrily at Poseidon, "Solstice time... or war." Poseidon grunted angrily as Zeus entered Olympus, with the elevator magically being repaired, soon looking like a normal elevator door.
"Well this is just great..." came the voice of a raven haired teen as he continued to bite into his peanut butter and banana sandwich, as several other high school kids sat around at the outdoor tables outside of the New York museum of mythology and history. "Percy, you should be happy! We're on a field trip dude." Came the consoling voice from Percy's best friend, Grover.
Percy sighed as he nodded and stared at the dark clouds continuing to form over New York. "I know man, but Nancy is just so annoying, and she's Mrs. Dodds favorite." Grover nodded as the substitute teacher had been on Percy all morning, and the teen was getting rather sick of all the bullies in his life.
"Alright class! Time to check out more interesting sights in the museum!" Came the cheerful voice of Mr. Brunner, as the field trip was resumed from their lunch hour.
The class slowly walked back inside of the museum, as the clanking of Grover's crutches continued to bang and clang against the stone and marble flooring. Mr. Brunner continued to lead the way in his wheelchair, as soon the class came upon an exhibit with a large stone base, with three statues of the three main gods facing each other.
For the most part, the statues were of a humans view of the gods, with Zeus looking like a strong, powerful elder holding his lightning bolt aimed towards Hades statue. Poseidon appeared as a young, heavily bearded muscular man with a trident pointed towards Zeus' statue. And lastly, there stood Hades, a man with straight and long hair down to his shoulders, with a long beard visible on his scowling face, as he held a Bident towards his younger brother, Zeus. All three men wore traditional Greek armor, and at the bottom of the statues, their names and abilities were listed in Greek.
"May anyone inform us as to who these men are?" Mr. Brunner asked as he addressed the class, but the bearded man quickly focused his eyes on the young Percy Jackson who appeared to be jamming to himself with headphones in his ears, again.
"Mr. Jackson..." Mr. Brunner spoke out loudly as Grover gently pushed Percy's shoulder, as the green eyed teen sighed and smiled at Mr. Brunner, "W-What did you say? Sorry." Mr. Brunner sighed, "Pay attention Mr. Jackson. Who do you think these men are?"
Percy looked at the statues, having not a clue of who these men were, but he could feel their names on his tongue, as if some entity had just given him the answers. "Um.. the old looking guy is Zeus... the trident man is Poseidon? And the evil guy who looks like Marilyn Manson is.. Hades?"
Mr. Brunner nodded as he continued to ask questions, "Mr. Grover... your turn. What are they the gods of?" Grover smiled and nodded, "Hades is the god of the underworld and death, Poseidon of the seas and oceans, as well as he created equestrians.. horses. And um, Zeus reigns as the king of gods, and holds the power of thunder and lightning."
Mr. Brunner nodded, "Close enough Lad." Before Brunner could go on a lecture spree, Percy raised his hand curiously, "Mr. Brunner, can I ask why the statue is white and stone, but... their eyes are a deep red?"
Mr. Brunner smiled and nodded at Percy, "Very well done on catching that, Percy. The eyes of these statues are diamonds which are special, in the essence that they change colors... scientists have never found diamonds like them and believe they possibly never will again. These gemstones aren't affected by the temperature, or light in the atmosphere... they occasionally switch from a crystal blue, to a dark sanguine color..."
Mr. Brunner continued with fascinating information about the three statues, "It Is said the ancient Greeks believed when the eyes of these statues turned red, that war amongst the big three gods was brewing, or already being fought. Another interesting factoid about this statue is that the red color supposedly has been active for a few days just recently, the only other recorded times in western history that the color of the diamonds were red, was during World War Two, World War One, The Russian communist revolution, The American civil war, Napoleons wars in Europe, and during the American Revolution."
"So, that means the color of their eyes supposedly determines that a conflict between gods is taking place, or that major events are happening?" Grover asked sounding curious, as Mr. Brunner nodded with a slight frown, "Precisely! Let us move on to the nymph statues of Athens!"
Percy stared blankly at the statues of the three main gods as he slightly nudged Grover, "Think the gods are fighting over who they think will win the next Super Bowl?" The brunette joked with his crippled friend, as Grover just shrugged as the field trip continued without a hitch.
A unique green fire crackled warmly in an iron fireplace as a man with long black wavy hair, and dark charcoal eyes sat in a comfortable black recliner chair. The room the man sat in appeared to be a comfortable living room, with a wide screen television, but a gothic design to the walls and stone flooring. The fire began to crackle further, as the green combustion turned slightly black.
"Mmm... it appears as if the time has come." The relaxing man quietly said as he slowly stood up and began to calmly walk into another room connected to his common room. "Persephone. I have business to attend to, I will be back soon."
Persephone was currently reading a book titled, The way for a beautiful garden picnic. She slightly glanced at the man and shook her head not really noticing the man who held her captive, "Whatever Hades. Go get laid for all I care."
Hades sighed as he slowly nodded as the the man formed a vortex in front of him, and walked through, the portal quickly closing leaving Persephone to enjoy her book in peace.
Hades quietly stood in a field of recently harvested wheat, the buds and tips of the planted crops barely growing from the ground yet. The god of death took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the big moment he was about to initiate.
"Alright. I am a god, I can do this." The man said in a mumble, reassuring himself that he was powerful and capable of being able to handle anything, physical or emotional. The man of the underworld summoned another portal as he began to speak in a chant, "From the frozen pocket time, release the iron fox inside. Let him walk among the earth, the future is here, and that's his curse."
In a matter of seconds, from the portal, the familiar sight of the blonde teen known as the iron fox was ejected from the white portal, as the vortex ceased from existence.
"W-What the hell?" Came the whine from Nikolas as he had gone instantly from nighttime to daytime not feeling when he was frozen in an instant of time, as if no time had passed for him at all.
"Hello, are you feeling alright?" Hades called out to the young German sitting on his knees in front of him, the god gulping slightly as he always did have trouble talking with his family, even his children... especially his children.
"Yeah.. just shaken up." The blonde quietly muttered to himself as he rubbed his eyes and slowly stood up, with a slight gasp. Nikolas' body ached, as he felt soreness in most of his muscles, and slowly gripped a bullet wound on his left shoulder he had somehow got during his last battle tightly with his right hand.
"In your last battle, you wielded so much of your energy and beyond that it has strained you immensely." Hades said, as he saw the poor state the wounded teenager was in. Nikolas' focused his bright blue eyes into the man in front of himself as he frowned, "I remember your question... Did I know who I was."
Hades sighed heavily and spoke up, "Listen, I." But the god could go no further as Nikolas interrupted, "But, even though what I said sounded pretty badass, we both know that I was a loser who should have died on the front, father."
Hades eyes slightly widened as the man continued to sigh, not knowing much else of what to say or feel. "You should know, that I never meant for your life to be the way it did. Or for what happened to you, to ever even happen."
Nikolas growled, "You, along with two other gods, Froze me! Of course, I didn't even notice how long time went on, but I know you bastards did this. How long has time passed?!" The teenager shouted out, feeling angry and hurt, his emotions slightly rolling off of him in droves.
Hades rubbed his now aching forehead, "It is now the year two thousand and eighteen." Nikolas quickly scoffed hearing this information, "Pfft, So why have you brought me back? To use me I presume? Oh great lord of death, yes I researched my powers during my duty in Greece for a week when I was exchanging a prisoner... I had to find out who my godly parent was."
Hades frowned and shook his head slightly, "No. Believe it or not, I'd not hesitate to use my own child, but everything I've done so far has been in the protection of your interests." Nikolas scoffed and gripped his shoulder as he glared at the elder god, "Shut up! You left my mother to fend for me by herself, and you froze me somehow so that I'd wake up over seventy years later... Why?!"
Hades was at a loss for words, as the teen's shout was filled with anger and hatred, but his face showed immense sadness, with tears beginning to flow down his face. "You must have read the Greek stories, yes? Listen child... when we have our little flings with mortals, we can not stay so long. We have our duties as gods and it is forbidden to stay, no matter how much some of us wish..."
The wounded and crying teen spat at the God of death, as Hades flinched at the demigods saliva hitting him. "I don't care! You gods are all bastards! You.. them.. agh.. I've never met them all.. but still." Nikolas had shouted loudly but by the end of his sentence, he had become oddly quiet.
The god of death had become afraid slightly to speak, as this was his child. He really didn't want to lose the family he did respect, and he respected his mortal son quite a bit, and he also could understand the anger the teenager felt.
Nikolas growled as he slowly pulled a roll of gauze out of his combat jeans pocket, and began to slowly wrap up his wounded shoulder, as the father and son stood there in silence.
"I will never forgive you. The gods mean nothing to me, but I realize the situation. I'm just a demigod, another pawn to you assholes. What is it you want, oh great lord, what do you want?" Nikolas spat out at Hades with toxic venom in his voice as the god slightly felt anger building.
"Listen to me boy, I love and respect you... I really do, with all of the determination and grit, and the iron will you showed in war... you have more potential than Hercules or Achilles... but you need to stop this pity party, Now." Hades sternly said in a warning tone to the teenager, the god getting slightly angry. He loved his strong and willful son, but the man was eventually getting sick of the boy feeling sorry for himself.
"Don't tell me how to act, you might be my parent, but you're still just a stranger." Nikolas replied in a bitter tone as Hades growled and threw his fist in an exaggerated motion upwards. The ground under Nikolas began to shake slightly as several pieces of rock cracked causing Nikolas to trip onto his knees.
The blonde looked up at his father, only to widen his eyes at seeing the normal looking charcoal eyed man now in a terrifying demonic form. "Nikolas Kaiser..." The fire demon shouted in a terrifying voice, "Go to New York... camp half blood... find Percy Jackson and bring me the lightning bolt... this is your quest, to prove your worth!" The demon shouted as the fires receded and Hades came into his human form again.
The man walked up to the teenager, as he roughly slapped Nikolas in the face. "I am not kidding son. Bring me Zeus' bolt from the son of Poseidon, and you will be paid handsomely, in safety and in wisdom. I know In several hours, the child of Poseidon will be headed towards camp half blood, New York... if my monster can not finish him.. then you must do what it takes to get the bolt. By the solstice, son." Hades finished his instructions as he turned away from the crying and angry teenager and began to walk, as a white vortex appeared in front of the god of death as Hades turned around to face Nikolas one last time.
"During your battles, I helped you a lot. All of that power you unleashed, I helped you sustain it, so that you had a cutting edge and could defeat the armies that threatened you. No more son. Your battles are now your own. Think smart, and don't overextend yourself, oh and Washington D.C. Is ten miles east of here, New York is to the north." Hades said as he faced the portal and walked forward, quickly disappearing.
Nikolas was left alone, the still bloody, and tearful teen angrily staring at the ground as he began to roar in anger, as he unleashed his pain by beating the ground with his fist for several minutes. "Fucking... jerk." The former soldier quietly said as he slowly stood up and began to walk eastward, frowning as he looked up at the sun slowly setting.
"He teleported me to America, and I take it we lost the war. Fuck." Nikolas quietly muttered as he continued to walk towards his destination, feeling rather tired, the after effects of him destroying an army only a few minutes ago to his mind. 'My mother.. my brother and baby sister... Fuck.' the teenager sadly thought to himself as he continued to limp eastward through the field he was in, feeling like he needed to escape from his current position as it was beginning to get darker outside.
After some time, the German demigod found himself slowly limping up a rather tall hill, out of the fields and valleys he had just climbed and walked through. Nikolas' eyes widened, as he now viewed upon the bright lights and spectacles of the American capital city, with the Washington monument being the tallest building in sight.
"Well... time to find out how much things have changed." Nikolas quietly muttered to himself as he carefully limped down the hill and towards the city, disappearing into the forest that sat between him and the abuzz city.
I am very busy with work, but I still wanted to have something written eventually. I apologize for the short chapter and will make an effort to improve and add to the story, no promises on when chapters will come out though. Until next time.