Mount Olympus
"If Ouranos's forces find it, then it could be the end of us." Hades mumbled.
"Tell us some info we don't know bozo." Apollo said.
"Prehaps you'd like me to put an end to you before the enemy gets the chance?" Hades said standing up. The side of the room he was on turned a dark purple.
" I'd love to see it!" Apollo shouted and stood. His side of the room shined a light that would have blinded any mortal.
"ENOUGH!" Zeus shouted. The enitre council room shook with his mighty force. " We have to make a desicion now. Send our questers to save the Titan, or send them to obtain the Mist of the Immortals."
Posiedon stood. "It's long past time we did something about the mist. If we do not, any enemy that rises would have the ability to kill us."
"*Sigh* Someone explain to me what this mist is." Dionysus asked.
"Oh yeah, you weren't on Olympus when this was a problem. The Mist of the Immortals is a mist that, if realeased, will make all godly beings lose their immortality. Titans, Olympians, minor gods, all of us will be able to die. We will still have our powers though so I'm not to worried." Ares said.
Zeus looked uneasy. Hades laughed at this. " You afraid someone will cast you off your throne brother?" He asked. The room darkend again.
"Watch your tounge brother." Zeus commanded. He wasn't thinking about the Mist. He was thinking of something more dangerous and misguided.
His son, Vladamir Roslov.
Vladamir (Third Person)
"We've found them Lord Roslov." Nysos said.
Vladimir an Nysos kneeled on a giant pile of snow. They were now in Russia, snow falling all around them. In front of them stood a huge mansion." Would you like me to go with you?"
"No, I was weak before. I will destroy them with my own hands." Vladimir said. He stood up, and rushed toward the mansion. With little difficulty he scaled the wall surrounding it. Now he needed to get inside. A guard blocked the front door but he was no match for Vladimir. By the time he noticed him, Vladimir had already skewered him with his lightning blade. He didn't bother to hide the body. If all went well, then everyone in this house would die.
Vladimir quietly walked into the mansion. It was warm, with pictures of sinister looking men on the walls. He heard laughing. The men in the living room began to speak. (* is translating from Russian.)
"* You thought you could skip out on payment woman? You can't escape us. There is no where to hide in Russia, or anywhere else*" One man said. "* Now lets see if you can avoid me doing as I please with you.*" The rest of the men houled in delight.
"*Please dont! DON'T! SOMEONE HELP ME!*" the woman pleaded.
Flashback
"*Hide under the bed Vladmir and don't come out until I tell you. Understand?*" Vladimir's mother said.
"*Yes mama.*" Vladimir said. She gave him a kiss on the forhead and went to the door. She opened it and all hell broke lose. She was slapped to the floor almost instantly.
"*YOU BITCH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD RUN FROM ME? WHERE IS THE MONEY!*" The man screamed.
"*Just a bit more time please! wait...Put the gun away! Please! HELP ME!*" Vladimir's mother shouted and tried to crawl away. She looked at Vladimir from under the bed. It was the last thing she saw.
BAM!
Present
Vladimir's rage exploded. Thunder shook the house. The electricity went out. All the men stopped what they were doing. The Vladimir burst through the door, levitating off the ground. A small storm brewed around his body.
"You bastards will DIE!" Vladimir shouted.
The men pulled guns but it was too late. All of them but the boss were filled with hundreds of volts of electricity. All of them hit the floor dead and charred. Vladimir looked the boss in the eyes.
"*You think your funny?*" the boss asked.
Then he snapped his fingers and a few dozens of men came into the room with machine guns. Vladimir could only take out so many at a time even in the powerful state he was in. Vladimir knew this was it. But he was going to kill every last bastard in the room before he went down. He got ready for the battle when an explosion blew the right side of the room. Half of the goons were caught in th blast and the rest were distracted giving Vladimir the chance to zap them. Once again it was just Vladimir and the boss.
"Now... You die." Vladimir said, his rage boiling over.
"*You want money? Women? Power? I can give it all to you just let me go please! Give me a chance!*" the boss screamed as he fell to the floor.
"A chance? DID YOU GIVE MY MOTHER A CHANCE?" Vladimir shouted. More thunder rumbled outside.
"*Who are you...?*" the boss mummbled.
"I AM VLADIMIR ROSLOV!" Vladimir screamed.
The boss realized what was going on. The memorys of the woman he killed came back. Once he remebered he also knew there was no way in hell he could talk his way out of it. Those were his final thoughts because Vladimir filled him with so much lightning his body was chared black.
Vladimir stood in the middle of the room breathing hard. He just killed about 15 people. But he felt good. He just wiped those scum not only from Russia but from the whole world. Then he heard clapping coming from the hole of the explosion. He turned to see a girl standing there. Her blonde hair come a little above her shoulders, she was pretty slim but fit, but what really stuck out were her fierce eyes. The color of steel. She wore jeans and a tank top, and a couple of daggers on her waist.
She gave a sinister smile at Vladimir. " I noticed you needed a little help so I blew out the wall."
"I didn't ask for your help. Out of my sight." Vladimir said brushing himself off.
"You think your some sort of big shot, huh shorty?" She said annoyed.
"Listen if you don't-" Before he could finish she was apon him. She twisted his arm around his back, disarmed him, and put a dagger to his neck.
"I wouldn't struggle to much, these blades have been laced with drakon vemon. One little knick and you'll be dead in 10 minutes, and thats only considering your a demigod." She said amused.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Vladimir struggled to say.
"Names Kylee Lore, daughter of do I want? The same thing you want. For our parents to pay for their negligance. They're freaking gods. Their children shouldn't have to suffer." Kylee said and let go of Vladimir.
Vladimir looked her over. She was fierce, headstrong and had his same vision in mind.
"Your in. But I'm the boss no ifs, ands, or buts. Understand?" Vladimir asked.
"Of course, shorty." Kylee replied playfully.
Alexander Bledsoe's POV
We finally made it to New York. Percy told us it would be the fastest way to where we needed to go. Castella constantly asked her questions, but I didn't. I figured since he stopped Kronos he knew what he was doing.
"But if we have to go cross country why would we head up?" Castella asked then did a cartwheel. I don't understand why, she almost knocked three people over.
"I told you three times already, you'll see when we get there." Percy said annoyed.
Zatios wasn't paying much attention. He was constantly looking at the terrain. I was a little nervous to ask but I wanted to know about the future.
"Uh, hi there." I mummbled. He snapped back into reality.
"What's up?" He said a little out of it.
" Is it really that different? I mean in your time." I said. A shadow passed over his face.
"Very. None of this is here anymore. Destroyed or burning. You guys are so lucky." he said.
I suppose we are lucky. I started to dwell on it. Then Percy shouted to us, "Hurry up or we'll miss it!" Zatios and I ran to catch up with Percy and Castella. Percy threw his hand out and a taxi stopped in front of us. The doors popped open automatically. Weird. Percy and Castella hopped in. Zatios and I looked at each other and then got in.
"Sup Fates. Could you give us a ride?" Percy said with a smile. Silence. "Uh, Helllooooo earth to Fates?"
"Sorry Jackson, I'll be giving the lift this time." said a mans voice. It was soothing and warm. Then the guy turned around. He had a perfect smile and his skin tone was the perfect tan. He had short perfeectly combed hair. And he was so familiar.
"You! What are you doing here?" Percy exclaimed.
"Is that how you talk to me now, man? I swear your mother taught you better than that. Oh hello son!" he said. Son? Could it be...
"Apollo?" I asked.
"Yeah! You take after your mom!" Apollo said smiling. I was dumbfounded. My dad who I never met was sitting in front of me like it was no big deal.
"Your a god?" Zatios asked.
"Well, duh." Apollo said.
"Then why don't you go zap all the bad guys! You could change the future now!" Zatios shouted.
"Whoa man. It doesn't work like that. Gods can't just zap people. And when gods try to change the future it ends up worse than it would have. I'm sure Zeus is thinking about that." Thunder rumbled outside. "ANYWAY, I have a very interesting propsition for you."
"But dad, I mean, Lord Apollo, we have to save this Titan of Endurance." I mummbled.
"Yeah, that's a problem but this is even bigger in my opinion. Ever heard of the Mist of the Immortals?" Apollo asked us.
Percy , Castella , and I looked at each other in total confusion.
"My dad told me about it... He said thats how Ouranos managed to kill the gods..." Zatios mummbled.
"Your dad was a smart man. As long as that Mist is inside it's seal, godly creatures can't die. If it's realeased were that much closer to game over." Apollo said, his smile was gone.
"Then explain to me how I killed Kronos, and Jason killed Krios?" Percy blurted out.
"Kronos isn't dead Percy. Neither is Krios. You just managed to dispearse their presence. Give it a few million years, you'll hear from them again. Besides, if Kronos was dead, then why is our little gamechanger doing here?" Apollo gestured toward Zatios.
"What does it have to do with us?" Castella asked.
"Well, you can go secure the water and bring it to Olympus for us, or you can go off on your hopeless quest." Apollo said smiling again.
"How is it hopeless?" Percy asked confused.
"Well, I've already said too much. Oh! Look at that my roast is burning. Chao!" Apollo said with glee and started to glow. I know it was stupid of me but I grabbed his arm.
"Dad... Will I see you again?" I asked.
"You will. I promise. Now close your eyes before I burn you to a crisp." He said. I did as I was told and I felt him disappear.
We all piled out of the car. We were going to have to find a new way to where ever we were going. Or so we thought. We looked around. It wasn't New York. It was San Fransico. We were at the base of a mountain. But thats impossible.
"That guy. Teleported us across the country." Percy said smiling. "Well, since were here I say we give ol' Atlas a visit." I agreed, like I said I wasn't going agaisnt him.
"But after we need to get that mist. It's probably the key to victory." Zatios said.
" Oh? Apollo said it was all godly beings. That means we can kill Ouranos right?" Castella asked.
"He has to have some kind of trump card. He wouldn't give us a chance at killing him just to kill a few Olympians." Zatios said.
"And your our trump card. 'Gamechanger'. Thats what Apollo said right? Besides Atlas might tell us where Annabeth is too." Percy said putting Zatios in a playful headlock.
Later
So we started to climb up the mountain. After about an agonizing hour and a half we made it too the top. It was like a stage. Marble floors a broken golden coffin toward the left. And then in the middle was the guy we were looking for. But something was strange. Atlas looked like he was straining.
"Yo, Atlas you look horrible!" Percy said. That was an under statement. Atlas was sweating a river, all of his veins were popping out and he had a long shaggy white beard.
"You fool! Where have you been! Take the burden for a few minutes! Now before it's too late!" Atlas shouted.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not taking it. Now tell us, who is the Titan of Endurance? We need to give him or her a hand." Percy said leaning back on a fallen pillar.
"YOU IDIOT! I AM THE TITAN OF ENDURANCE. I HAVE ENDURED THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY, THE DISCRACE OF MY FATHER! NOW TAKE THE BURDEN OR IT'S OVER FOR EVERYONE!" Atlas shouted. The entire mountain shook. It seemed shouting took a lot out of him. His skin started to turn white and crack. He gasped for air.
"Percy we need to help him! How do I take the burden?" Zatios asked.
"You can't your a mortal. Besides how can we trust him? It could be a trap." Percy said now not looking very cocky.
"Well if you won't realease him the I suppose we will." a familiar voice shouted.
We all turned around to see Vladimir Roslov standing in full battle armor. To his right was a girl who had two deadly looking daggars. To his left, Nysos, Ouranos brother, with some wicked looking sword on him. But surrounding the stage were hundreds of monsters. All their weapons pointed at us.
"Shit! On gaurd everyone!" Percy shouted uncapping his sword Riptide.
Zatios released his sythe, six feet strong. Castella pulled her dagger out of her pocket. And I pulled out my handgun. I know, what's that going to do to monsters? It's filled with a Celestial Bullet that constantly regenerates. I always have ammo. And if that failed I always have my trusty bow. I won't lie, I was scared out of my mind.
"Jackson... Hurry... Little... Time..." Atlas gasped.
"Gotcha. You wanna play Vladimir? COME ON!" Percy shouted, and with us at his back we charged the enemy.
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