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Dark Tides
Even from a distance, a distance innumerable and uncountable by any known being alive, Helix was being weighed down in his sorrow and grief. Even from this unimaginably far and distant place, a pang of pain still struck at his heart all the time. Within the very darkness, Helix could still feel his dejected and gloomy tides calling out to him, wanting him to come back. He could still see his loved ones and love, from which he had to depart from. Even from the darkness that he now resided in.
He could still clearly remember the day, that day, which he was taken into the darkness, the nothingness that all beings call the void.
* Flashback *
"What's wrong, Perseus?" Artemis responded bemused by his sudden change of emotion.
He cautiously scanned the area before responding. "Something is coming." Just as he said this, the area near them started to darken. The presence Perseus could sense was ancient and very powerful. All he didn't know, was who this powerful presence belonged too.
The darkness before them, surrounding them, continued to progressively thicken. The darkness became so thick in volume that it blotted out the stars and moon. The stars and moon, no longer able to penetrate through the darkness, turned the darkness into an opaque dome of sulky, sombre blackness. Devoid of everything, all Perseus could keep hold to him; to remain sane was Artemis, who was also inside the dome with him, clutching his side. All that could be seen in their fields of vision were the gloomy black walls of the dome, the nothingness that seemed to seep out into the world, enclosing them into the shell it created.
Once everything came to a pause all seemed to calm down and become relaxing, not entirely the same sensation they'd felt moments before, the slow dread of darkness that was about to suck them whole, into a new dimension. One blank with nothingness and darkness, the feeling of great evil, seemed to have been shifted to become welcoming and calm, like time was not an issue.
After the calmness had finally settled around the two deities, a rip through the very fabric of nature started to tear. The tear in the fabric of life continued to open at a constant rate, until the rip looked like a drought had occurred in a desert, making the ground crumble in places leaving a leaving a relatively oval tear with smaller rips appearing in the sides. Both looked quite similar to Perseus, the only unexplainable difference was the entourage, and that the rip seemed to suck the very light out of the environment they were standing in, which was a dome of darkness. But the dome surrounding them seemed pale in comparison to the black coming from within the tear.
A chilling voice emitted from within that tear of beyond pure blackness, calling out to them. Albeit the voice was chilling Perseus' spine cold, it was altogether different from some voices he'd heard beforehand. Unlike the jagged knife blade voice of Kronos being dragged onto a sheet of metal, this voice was unnerving by the depth and knowledge it possessed, the power. This was a voice seen on a long trusted elder deeming great respect, although even that simple comparison seemed hollow and unbalanced.
"Perseus, thy have come for thee."
If just the voice of such a being made Perseus seem like an ant in liken, he did not thrill the visit he would soon obtain, by its owner.
Albeit the anxiety and nervousness just the voice was giving Perseus, something seemed to trigger in the far recesses of his mind. A long lost memory, that probably would have never surfaced without hearing said voice. Perseus his long lost memories resurfacing, suddenly dropped into a deep bow, one knew touching the ground.
To Artemis it seemed as though Perseus was waiting to be knighted before his trusted king. Still unsure of the current event unfolding before her, she dropped into a similar bow to Perseus. Except while he knew what he was doing, and why. She was just utterly confused, taking to Perseus' example out of uncertainty.
The voice spoke anew, although this time it was most clearly directed towards Artemis. While the voice emitted from everywhere within the dome of darkness, it progressively concentrated to just a few feet away from the two kneeling deities.
"Why do thee, kneel? If thou has no comprehension to who thou, is kneeling to?"
Artemis lifted her eyes towards the person, now that she could see Italian leather shoes, she knew they would belong to the voice of the being above her.
"I follow his example as I know who the man is," Artemis said, gesturing to Perseus beside her who still had his head bowed. "By the relative speed to which Perseus bowed to you, it seemed the wise choice to also bow."
"Um," the male voice of the man resounded, interested to her statement. "And why would the speed to which Perseus bowed, trigger any significant cause to bow to thy?"
"Like I said, I know the man. You know it is good cause to bow to the person to which he bowed without hesitation, when he hesitates to bow before the King of the Gods."
A deep rumble came from above as the man gave a long heart felt laugh, filled with such kindness and care, that all fear this being projected at first simply evaporated. "Thy like this young woman, Helix." The man said towards Perseus, with a big smile, his stars for eyes providing the true worth of his smile.
"Yes, father. I like her also." Perseus said, staring intently at Artemis. Artemis stared back with equal intensively, but with tears of joy and bewilderment tainting her beautiful silver eyes. His eyes though soon began to close and his head droop, in shame. Artemis' gaze finally free of Perseus' powerful locking gaze, she turned her eyes up to the man shrouded in black, as he had begun to speak.
"Unfortunately thy son, thou time has come," A smile was no longer visible on the man's face, and his eyes were now dull, the stars no longer shining as brightly.
Artemis' head swerved back and forth, like a twist seat, often seen in bars. Confused in her ignorance of the man before her, her head went from the man to Perseus to back again, not comprehending the situation unfolding before her. Rising, Artemis took a step back looking at both men before her simultaneously. "What's going on? Who are you? Why is he calling you father? Why is he calling you son, and Helix? What does he mean by 'thou time has come'?" Artemis' questions came in a blur of distress, she knew something was wrong.
"Father," Perseus choked in a soft whisper. The man in turn looked gravely at Perseus, already knowing the request he was about to ask. "Remove her feelings of me, please before we leave. I do not want her grieving my disappearance." As the lone tear gently made its way down Helix's cheek, he caught Artemis in his arms and gently laid her on the ground.
Being only mere inches Away from his love, Helix gently whispered, "Don't fret I promise that I'll return. Also people most usually return to their loved ones, I love you Artemis. And I will return to you."
The lone tear that trailed down his cheek finally gave way, falling with finality onto Artemis' cheek as both he and his father, Chaos disappeared.
* End of Flashback *
Helix stayed there, from within his Nebula, biding his time until the time came where Earth needed him again. Having spent a few millennia within the void, with his father Chaos, Creator of the Universe and Ruler of the Void, where time was infinite, he trained.
Having finished his time of training from within the void, which unbelievably was equivalent to one forth of the time it took for a mortal to blink. Helix stayed within his nebula, waiting, interjecting into others' affairs only when he was most needed, as the ultimate focal point of balance, justice. Looking and seeing all from his height and his power he tried to wait patiently, albeit with his eye always ended up looking back towards Earth, waiting was becoming an annoyance for him. His father was forced to forcibly throw him into the void and reverse the void's talent with time with the rest of the universe, the millisecond from which Helix stayed in the void, ended up becoming the three or so millennia that it took for enemies of the deities of Earth to stir once more.
The demigods of this time was now about to redo history with a little twist. Just as he had redone the Battle of Troy, they were now redoing his Battle of Manhattan.
Olympus - 3 or so millennia later
The fifteen Olympians sat in the large throne room for their annual summer solstice meeting. The thrones of Lord Hades and Lady Hestia had been included to the council, a few decades after the creation of the immortal councillors of Camp Half-Blood and the disappearance of Lord Perseus.
The only throne that was empty in the giant throne room was the almost sacred throne of Perseus. God of Tides, Heroes and Swordsmanship.
Before Zeus could even begin with the summer solstice, the shadows within the corners of the room began to thicken at an unbelievable rate, putting the once majestic white marbled throne room in a sombre mass of darkness.
"Zeus prepare thy self, thou prophesy is about to pass," The ancient voice held so much power even Zeus blanched, he had been seconds away from bellowing to his brother to cut it out.
Zeus and the other Olympians swallowed their building fear, once Zeus could get air through his throat and into his lungs, he asked the creator of the universe, if that was all, if that was the only reason to his visit, although he did labour his words in a thick layer of flattery.
"No thy have not come to tell thou only this, with my daughter almost awake, her sons will again try and remove you from power." Chaos' voice echoed throughout the entire throne room, as his voice was projected from every possible corner from within the room.
Athena unintentionally gasped once realization hit her.
"Yes, daughter of Zeus, thus why to balance the scale to thou advantage thy am sending thee, thy son." With that said the room went back to normal, and the ancient presence of Chaos left.
Seconds after Chaos left the throne room, the Olympians relaxed, most letting go of the breath they had unintentionally kept in. "I wouldn't relax just yet if I were you, what Chaos meant by daughter and her sons is that, Gaea is waking and allied with her, are her sons Kronos and Porphyrion."
"True, but our forces are larger and better trained than the last wars, and with Lord Chaos sending us help it'll be a piece of cake." Ares said smugly.
"You should not get overconfident in your ignorance, Ares." A powerful voice rang from the corner of the room closest to the exit and entry of the throne room. A man walked out of the shadows and into the lit where everyone could see him. The man approximately 6, 4" was the definition of deadly, only by the deadly grace by which this man walked, every Olympian knew he was a man that demanded great respect.
He wore black leather armour that was partially reinforced in areas by orange Elvin armour. His orange Elvin armour was integrated in places to increase the protection of those areas, such as the moulded strip of orange metal attached to his left shoulder enlarging itself to reach down just below his sternum, and then extending outward. Two more strips of the moulded orange armour were on each of his thighs. Twelve perfectly marked diagonal cuts each at the same length away from the next, were made into the Elvin armour on his chest, to have six throwing knives always at arms reach. Two diagonal cuts were used to hold one throwing knife in place on the armour; the knives passed through the first cut and came out of the second cut. The second cuts were parallel to the first, keeping the knives from easily coming out or from piercing him. Eight more throwing knives were attached to the sides of his ribs, four on each side, with slits in the thick leather to keep them on his side, similar to those on his chest. A thick white cloak covered the man's back and head, with an intricate harness attaching two deadly looking, beautifully crafted swords placed in a 'x' formation on the man's back, allowing an easier access to the two swords, when pulling them over his shoulders at the same time.
Even with the thick hood of the man's cloak reaching to just above his nose, the radiating power of the white suns, which were the man's eyes still shone brilliantly in the darkness surrounding them, by the thick white hood.
The man's deadly serious tone seemed capable of slicing through steel, "Chaos has sent me to tip this war to your advantage, as he knows and I know you would get obliterated without any external help."
The man's penetrating glare left Ares' shaking form to sweep his gaze over to the other Olympians, their bodies involuntarily flinched back in fear, at those eyes coming into contact with their own.
As he introduced himself the Olympians realized why their fear had begun to surface.
"I am Helix, Son of Chaos, Heir to the Void, and the Primordial Battle God."