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I dun really have anything more to say, other than I forgot that I was supposed to update yesterday so I started writing late. Or.. Yeah, a bit um... I dunno, I feel more like playing than writing, but since I love you peeps, I'll update.

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Chapter 6

Hmm... Here we are..

Τάρταρος ("ταρτάρ εξωσκελετικών τις πλευρές βαρέλια, άβυσσος") είναι η βαθιά άβυσσο που χρησιμοποιείται ως ένα μπουντρούμι του μαρτυρίου και τα βάσανα για τοκακό...?

No, um.. the deity.. Let's see...

Τάρταρος ("λάκκος της ανυπαρξία") ήταν οι Πρωτογένους του η μεγάλη θυελλώδης Ταρτάριος λάκκο που βρισκόταν κάτω από τη γη. Ο λάκκος είχε φανταστεί το...

Tartarus ("pit of nothingness") was the Protogenos of the great stormy Tartarean pit that lay beneath the earth. The pit was imagined as the.., she trailed off, reading the rest of the sentence silently. She shivered.

No, she thought to herself. I already know what's in it. I don't want to imagine.

-*Last Morning*-

Annabeth closed the book, frustrated. The whole night, she had been searching A World of Darkness for the certain god of the pit, only to find that it only has information about this and that of Erebus, this and that of his consort Nyx, blah blah blah, all about the two of them.

It was now resting in the second to the last bottom row of the bookshelf, some pages sticking out at the top- due to her frustration almost getting the best of her. She was tempted, indeed, very tempted to tear the fat and heavy nightmare page by page.

Fortunately, before she could do so, the book was saved when a word caught Annabeth's eye, another engraved title at the side of the book showing. She had reluctantly put the writing in her hands down, and approached the book which Annabeth was thankful for- it was thinner and smaller. The title was a gold engraving, the cover was dark reddish, and the rest was black. She had read the title.

The Realm of Hades.

She eyed the book warily, as if finding any traps that might spout out some hellhounds while she was reading. Deciding that it was clean, she put the book in her backpack, which she had prepared before scanning the whole fat darkness book.

Apparently, they were leaving today, at the darkness of the night. She had suggested that it wasn't a good idea, providing that the enemies were more powerful in the night. Aether countered, and was right after much thinking, after saying that should they go out when the enemies least expect it.

Yeah right, what if we meet them when we least expected it? she thought mockingly.

Annabeth got up to go to the arena, not wishing to have a punishment for being late. She sheathed the dagger in the hidden scabbard at her hip, and sprinted to the arena, receiving and greeting some sleepy hellos along the way. Soon enough, she got into the arena, empty except for a weapon rack, a large tree, and an obvious covered pit trap below one of the trees biggest branches.

Of course, her instructors were there too. There were three of them. The two were clearly Aether and Hemera.

The other guy was housed in white armor, pretty much like what Aether was currently wearing. He was leaning on a sword that he must have chucked on the ground, and a spear was strapped to his back. His skin was light, his lips were a very pale pink, he had sky blue eyes and has greyish mane of shoulder length hair, visibly messy like he didn't bother to comb it. He nodded at her in greeting.

Hemera regarded her with a smile. "Annabeth. Your last day of training," she told her. "Are you ready?"

Annabeth nodded. "What will I do today?"

"I and another friend here will train you in combat, styles, and strategies," Aether answered. "We will train with that up until an hour noon, and Hemera will train you with the rest until.. before dinner, I believe."

The 'friend' Aether was talking about leaned away from his sword and pulled it out, sheathing it afterwards. He stuck out his hand. "My name is Ouranos," he smiled.

Annabeth shook his hand, staring at Ouranos, as if in a trance, "The original Lord of the Sky."

"That would be me, yes."

"Now Annabeth," Aether said, making Annabeth snap out of her trance and turn to him. "Let us train."

"Ow! Could you be more gentle?!"

"Um, yeah sure." He apologized, "Sorry Annabeth."

The daughter of Athena nodded as the son of Apollo continued bandaging her one injured arm, while she ate a sandwich with the other. Lee took a flask of nectar resting on the table near them and took a swig, before going back to doing his work.

"So, child of wisdom," he said jokingly. "What did they teach you, huh? This one's pretty deep."

"New fighting styles," she murmured. "Was not familiar with it. Never got a chance to dodge that one strike."

"Is that right?" he asked. When he received a nod, he continued, "You're lucky, really. You only got one, while I freaking got four. Two were left on me as scars. Anyway, what else did they teach you? And what other fighting styles?"

"Further Greek stances and attack poses and all other of the Roman," she said but paused for a while to take a bite and swallow. "They also taught me to handle other weapons. But then I thought: weapons equals literally everything, really."

The son of Apollo arched an eyebrow. "Oh?" he asked curiously. "They taught you that? I was only taught to handle the most common weapons- the ones most warriors wield: sword, spear, bow, dagger. How come you learn those?"

She shrugged. "Maybe because I was a special case- a peacekeeper," she implied, shaking the bread crumbs off her fingers, before she turned to him with an expression of somewhat annoyance and incredulity. "Honestly, aren't you supposed to know? I mean, I just arrived here four days ago, and you're already here- when was it- five centuries ago?!"

Lee held his hands up in surrender. "Hey! I.. I forgot, okay!" he reasoned. "I'm a hyperactive kid who can't sit still in class. Blame the ADHD."

The daughter of Athena rolled her eyes. "I have ADHD, too," she said shortly, cutting the cloth and finishing it before patting the bandaged forearm for good measure. "And I don't forget lessons."

He sighed in exasperation. "That's because you're a daughter of Athena," he replied in a whiny voice. "I'm not a son of your mom, the goddess of wisdom."

"Your dad is the god of knowledge and intellect," she countered, before smirking slightly. "But obviously, you didn't inherit those traits."

Lee glared at her and looked like he wanted to argue, but he just huffed and grumbled, "Whatever."

Annabeth stood up, smiled at him and patted his shoulder. "I'll be going now. I don't want Lady Hemera making my time to sleep into rude, sunny nights that could wake up even you. Oh, and prepare your pack before dinner. We'll be leaving after that."

Without waiting for an answer, Annabeth shuffled out of the infirmary and out of the palace/headquarters. She headed straight to the arena, finding not anymore a weapon rack but a table with four chairs, two occupied by Aether and Ouranos. The two were playing a card game that looked suspiciously like... actually she didn't even recognize it.

Hemera was standing behind Aether, watching them with her arms crossed. When the goddess saw her, she faced her and smiled.

"Annabeth. I take it you are ready for your last.. lesson?"

The daughter of Athena nodded. "Yes. What... will we do?" she asked cautiously, not liking the pause on the 'lesson'. She knew what that means. For gods' sake, when people pause before a word, they weren't thinking of that next word. They were thinking something other than that. And usually, it's much worse.

"I would take this seriously, if I were you," she chided, before announcing, "Coping with your greatest weakness."

Annabeth gazed at her confusedly before it hit her. She began to have this look of horror in her eyes and she appeared to be in the brink of screaming her head off. Fortunately, she had increased her control when training with Prometheus, so she kept her cool. She blinked the horror out of her eyes before stammering out, "What...what will I do?"

"Simple. You just had to sit there, and try not to scream in a full ten seconds. If you do, we'll start over. If you managed to hold, we'll increase the duration of time until you can stand within the range of the arachnid in one hour. If we still have time, we'll try something out."

The daughter of Athena nodded and approached the goddess from where she was gesturing for her to come join her.

As she did, she remembered the pit trap. It was a two by two meter pit, a black cloth covering a screen which was blocking the passage, which made it impossible to look or fall into unless you take out one or both of the covers. Nearing it, she could hear small sounds of scuttling that made her shiver involuntarily. They were many.

She sat down cross-legged with her back against the bark of the tree, watching curiously as Hemera whispered something to her consort, who in response, nodded and waved his hand before putting on his headphones. Ouranos copied his gesture and did the same. Satisfied, the goddess of daytime went back to the tree and sat across from the daughter of Athena.

After realizing what the actions of the two Protogenoi were for, she felt offended.

Annabeth wrinkled her nose and faced Hemera. She had her hands behind her. The new peacekeeper dreaded the fact that the thing behind the goddess was the last thing she wanted to see in this cruel, filthy, cobweb-filled, spidery world.

Hemera took her hands from behind her to show a clenched hand. Annabeth took a deep breath and said, "I'm ready."

The goddess carefully unclenched her hand, while watching the demigod's in front of her- her eyes were slowly widening, her lips trembling, her hands shaking, but she almost didn't scream when the arachnid was fully shown, and was inches from her face. The hairy creature stared at her, somewhat greedily.

All of a sudden, Annabeth felt sorry for Hemera. She felt sorry for Aether and Ouranos, which she shouldn't be, providing that they have their earphones/protectors, but still. She felt sorry for whoever was within her hearing range.

Keyword: almost.

-*Meanwhile*-

"Hey, hey, hey, assassins, regroup!"

Percy clapped his hands urgently, calling for his fellow assassins. They returned to where Percy was a few minutes later, and he had to grin in amusement.

Dianne and Judith came back together, giggling at Masters-know-what. The head assassin's question was answered when a clearly pissed off Mario followed stomping after them, his eyes twitching with the small twigs and leaves stuck in his hair. Kaemon followed after, trying and failing to keep a straight face. Mario was glaring at the three of them.

Before a fight could break out, Percy said, "They are leaving today."

All actions were cut- the girls stopped giggling and looked at him with an are-you-kidding-me face; and the boys stopped their epic face expressions to just look at him questioningly. The head assassin sighed. "I'm serious."

Dianne glanced at Judith who glanced back at her, before turning and telling Percy, "We already made traps that only works for mythological beings, so mortals won't get in the way." The daughter of Bellona nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," Mario stated, glaring at the two before saying, "I also summoned badass monster groups all over, and made sure that they know about the traps. So they wouldn't, you know, like, trip on their own feet."

"I helped him do that. But my monster groups are more controlled and balanced. I even had some to disguise," Kaemon added.

Percy grinned. "Great. Now that you've done that... Let me remind you that I am the 'Chosen One'," he told them as he extended his black wings. The others scoffed at him, muttering, "Lucky dog."

"So the Masters told me.. Actually they didn't. I just wanted to keep your groups even so that, oh I don't know, someone sane enough could prevent Mario from spontaneously killing someone."

"Why do you always blame the killing on me? Judith kills as brutally as me!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"DO TOO!"

"DO NOT!"

"DO TO-"

"GUYS!" Percy shouted over the argument, and glared at the two, making them want a hole to swallow them and whimper in it. "Enough, okay! Cut that sh*t out!" He took a deep calming breath, before continuing in a much softer but firm tone, "As I was saying, I would make Dianne and Kaemon go together, and Judith and Mario go together. Should you have any objections, say it now."

None of the other assassins dared to speak a word. They wouldn't dare make any sarcastic comment for now, especially that their leader is a bit ticked off. Sure, he was fun and goofy if he's not angry, and on a mission. And going on a mission just made his seriousness times two.

Percy nodded. "Good. Now choose what camp you'll be in-"

He never got to finish his sentence when two of the assassins shouted for the Roman camp. Those two were Judith and Dianne. They glared at each other. The boys just stayed neutral, watching. They wouldn't want to get in a fight between a daughter of a fierce, man-hating goddess and a daughter of a regal, warfare goddess.

Them working together was a clash with the others big enough, but them fighting each other = boom. Some girl joining them = oh, okay, she can handle it. Some guy joining them: a big no no. Even Percy- the most respected man in the army next to the Masters couldn't handle them.

They started telling each other verbal insults that made the spectators wince. Percy, seeing that he couldn't do anything, just walked up to the boys and asked them where they would want to go. Unlike the girls, Kaemon agreed to go to Camp Half-Blood while Mario agreed to go to Camp Jupiter, peacefully. The head of the assassins told them what they needed to do in going to their respective camps.

Before flying off though, Percy clapped them on the back and said, "Good luck."

Yay! The chapter six is finished!

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