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Chapter 6 -
Calypso tore her eyes away from the massacre, resting sight on her father.
He was staring intently at the fight below, with an unusual interest; Atlas usually wasn't one for the arena, he preferred actual warfare. At least in that there was a fair chance for both sides.
The thought of her father enjoying the spectacle below left a sour taste in Calypso's mouth.
Father, you must do something. This is simply wrong!
She saw her Atlas' mouth twitch as the words formed in his mind.
Nobody else in the box reacted, as they couldn't hear it. Calypso was projecting the words to her father directly.
She waited a few tense moments for a response, but received none.
Quickly glancing back at the arena, she saw more than half the original slaves had already been killed.
FATHER!
This time his eyes darted to Calypso for just a brief moment, before he returned his attention to the fight.
Calypso simply stared at her father, a disgusted expression on her face.
After several seconds Atlas turned away from the slaughter, looking to the floor, an expression of sorrow contaminating his otherwise handsome face.
Calypso was about to project another thought, before he finally broke his silence.
I was removing his binds.
Calypso instantly turned to the young man in the centre of the ring.
Using Essence to enhance her vision, she glanced at his chains; only two glowed.
Shit.
Calypso said nothing else; she had realised her disastrous mistake.
Removing runed Essence bindings without alerting those themselves trained in Essence was extremely difficult, let alone time consuming.
Atlas had been removing the bindings while trying to not let his interference be known. Calypso's interruption has disrupted Atlas' concentration long enough for him to have to restart his work, removing layer after layer of enchantment.
Looking down into the arena, Calypso saw how close the Roman soldiers were to the centre of the slaves, they were out of time.
A Titan directly interfering with the will of an Emperor was very dangerous, it would hurt said emperors legitimacy, and cause riots amongst the more pious Romans, resulting in chaos.
Helping the slaves without direct interference was near impossible, but freeing that Demigod, allowing him to fight back was probably their best chance, which Calypso had just stolen from them.
Looking away from the fight, Calypso closed her eyes, muttering a silent prayer for all the lives she'd just condemned.
Opening her eyes, she turned back to the fight.
Golden light burst skyward, and for a brief moment Calypso held hope in her heart; before it was quickly mashed to pieces as she watched a sole Demigod fly from the Arena, leaving plenty more down below, defenceless to the arcing Gladius'.
Annabeth observed the massacre with a mouth agape.
Despite the hundreds of Colosseum battles she'd attended, she had never seen such brutality on part of the Romans.
She couldn't help but squeal as she saw a young male slave butchered into several pieces by two Roman soldiers. They took turns hacking away at his dismembered corpse.
The sight was so ghastly, she heard Calypso gag and turn away from the fight.
Searching for the chained Demigod, Annabeth saw him standing completely still, seemingly uncaring of the butchery surrounding him.
He swayed, as if a light breeze blew against his face.
Luke had clearly also been watching the man, as he announced, "Now that's courage you'd never see in anything other than the Unnamed."
Annabeth, hearing the words, thought to herself how would you know anything about the Unnamed? The words formed with a teasing tone in her mind, and somehow, despite the horrific happenings, Annabeth was amazed at how Luke could make her smile.
Looking back at the man, she noticed why Luke had said what he had; the man stood with eyes closed, now completely still.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open, and a purple light shone from them.
His face contorted into an angry snarl, before he burst forward and began attacking the Romans.
Still chained, the man fought, as Luke had previously said, like a demon possessed. With no weapons, he simply struck enemies with his fists; it was a gruesome sight, as he was quickly coated in a thin mist of blood.
Finally five Romans who had been previously engaged began striding through their other fleeing Romans, approaching the now Unchained man.
Annabeth could see each of them disrupting the air around them, causing a shimmering. They were all Demigods.
The man, seemingly unintimidated by his five opponents, began launching between them, striking one after another.
The fight was nearly too fast for Annabeth to follow, She couldn't understand how the Mortals in the stands would have any chance.
Luke watched intently as the previously chained Demigod battered his opponents.
This was the sort of fight he'd had wanted; a fair, and gritty battle.
The lone man was putting up an immense effort, outnumbered five to one; he'd already killed a Demigod, who had been a pretty high-ranking officer in the Legion.
One of the five Romans kept drawing his attention; he looked extremely familiar.
Narrowing his eyes and focusing his vision, Luke jumped back in his seat a little as the man fired a blast of lightning from his palm.
It was Jason.
Atlas grimaced as he watched the Unnamed fly backwards.
Unprepared for the electricity, the man had taken the blast straight to the chest.
He lay in the sand, jerking furiously.
He'd put up a hell of a fight; killing two and seriously injuring one, but he'd finally fallen.
Two of the remaining Roman Demigods stalked towards his seizing body, before they started to hack away at his body.
Atlas simply watched the two with disgust in his eyes.
He didn't bother to hide it when the Emperor turned to him with a gleeful expression adorning his chubby face.
A loud shout erupted across the entire arena; causing the two Demigods to cease their beating.
"HALT"
Perseus was floating.
He gently lulled up and down.
He felt refreshed, lively.
Inky blackness filled the endless depths below him.
Blue stretched for thousands of miles around him.
It was silent, and still; not a creature disturbed the serenity around him.
His murky surroundings would have disturbed most; the vast emptiness yielding fear and anxiety.
But Perseus relished the serenity; he was free of the slave boundaries that had piled atop him for the past 4 years.
An enormous echo reverberated through him, and he glanced downward.
The darkness below shifted, and soon a gargantuan shadow pulled away, slowly drifting beneath Perseus.
The creature was immense. Its fleeing presence drew Perseus in, it's pull dragging him towards it's dark figure.
As he approached, the creature's image began to focus, and Perseus noted it's smooth surface, like that of a whale.
Two enormous limbs propelled the beast, swinging back and forth.
It's head, surely at least a kilometre from Perseus, was obscured by sheer distance.
Perseus trailed the beast's movements, pulled by its stream.
Despite the speed, the journey was peaceful.
He saw nothing other than the gargantuan beast.
After what must have been hours of silent travel, the beast began descending into the depths, dragging Perseus down with it.
Darkness slowly enveloped him, rising above his head, the surrounding blue fading.
Perseus continued sinking, until he could no longer see even the great beast that pulled him.
Emptiness of a new kind greeted Perseus, as the tug of the beast left, weightlessness returned.
A feminine voice hauntingly echoed through the silence
Welcome