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Story: Divided Soul

Chapter 41: The End?

Yellowstone National Park – Battlefield

Percy just stared at the son of the sea god before him; his other persona in the flesh. Percy studied Scipio. The demigod looked around twenty-seven. His jet black hair was cut short and his sea green eyes were intense and calculating. He stepped forward with a wide gate. His body was covered in imperial gold armor and he held a strange sword in his hand. The sword looked like steel, but it shined and glowed with immortal power.

Scipio smiled at Percy; his white teeth shined in the morning light. His gaze drifted to Percy's left where Annabeth stood. Scipio's eye widened at the sight of the daughter of Athena. Percy felt intense jealousy as he watched his counterpart stare longingly at his girlfriend.

Percy turned toward Prometheus with a curious expression. "How did you do it?" he asked.

Prometheus smiled at the question. "Hecate," he yelled.

A sudden flash of light appeared at his side and faded into a tall woman with coal black hair and emerald green eyes. The goddess of magic and the supernatural stood in a long black dress. She wore blood red lipstick with long nails to match. She looked at Prometheus with barely controlled rage. "What do you want?" she spat.

Prometheus wagged his finger at the goddess. "That's no way to talk to your client. Don't forget our deal," he reminded.

"What deal is he talking about?" Percy asked.

"Lou Ellen will remain alive as long as we have her cooperation," Prometheus explained.

"You got what you wanted. Let my daughter go," Hecate said.

Prometheus turned toward Khione. "We're not done yet," he said as he focused his glare on Scipio. "Kill Perseus Jackson."

Scipio's eyes flashed violently. "We had a deal Titan," Scipio replied.

"Yes, you will have your prize as long as Perseus is dead and the gods with him," Prometheus said dismissively.

Scipio glared at Prometheus; the Titan backed away from the demigod. "I'll warn you now Titan, if you double-cross me you will wish that you were back with the vultures," Scipio warned before he turned back to Percy.

"Why are you doing this? What did they promise you?" Percy asked.

"The gods took away the woman I loved. She died because the gods wanted me dead; she paid the price of their betrayal. I swore from that day on I would make them pay," Scipio said. He turned and glared daggers at Zeus. "On my world I led a revolt of demigods against the gods. We destroyed them all, and then we took over. On my world I lead all demigods; we control the entire world. The mortals serve us."

"Why conquer the world? The mortals didn't kill your love," Percy questioned.

"The mortals fought and killed each other. They destroy the creatures of the world and defile the land and seas with pollution. They did not deserve to control the world," Scipio replied.

Percy just stared at his counterpart. He couldn't believe how arrogant he sounded. "What makes you better than anyone else?" Percy questioned.

Scipio grinned at his counterpart. "I'm the most powerful demigod alive; I led my people against all odds to destroy the Titans, then the Giants and finally the gods. I'm the most worthy to rule," he explained arrogantly.

"You didn't answer my question. Who is the woman that they promised you?" Percy asked.

Scipio looked around, but his gaze rested upon Annabeth. Percy's eyes narrowed. "Annabeth Chase," he said.

"What? I don't have memories that Scipio knew her," Percy asked curiously.

Scipio looked at Hera; the goddess wouldn't look in his eyes. "I guess a certain goddess and her son kept those memories of mine from you. Probably was a good idea," he replied.

"Whatever was done in your world hasn't happened here. Do you really think Annabeth would agree to go with you after you destroy her mother?" Percy asked.

Scipio laughed. "I don't really care what she thinks about it. I can make her think what I want," Scipio said as he stared at Annabeth hungrily. Annabeth couldn't look at him. The look in his sea green eyes made her shiver. She never thought those eyes could ever look so cold or so maniacal.

Percy stepped in front of her. "You're not going to get her. I won't allow it," Percy warned. He held Riptide out toward Scipio. Scipio smiled fiendishly at his counterpart.

Scipio pointed his sword at Percy. "I was hoping you'd say that," he said.

The fighting between the two armies ceased as the two children of the sea stood in the center of the battlefield. The gods and demigods stood on one side of the field, while the monsters and giants stood on the opposite side. Annabeth stood next to her mother with a worried look on her face.

Percy glared at his counterpart. "We don't have to do this," Percy said.

Scipio smiled. "There's only room in this world for one of me, therefore you have to die," Scipio replied with an evil grin.

"I can't believe we both had Sally Jackson as a mother," Percy said. Poseidon smiled at the sound of his former lover's name.

Scipio's face tinged red with anger. "That bitch left me at an orphanage, but I got my revenge," Scipio said with a gleam in his eyes.

Percy was speechless. Sally left her child. What kind of world was Scipio from? "I'm sorry; I didn't know," Percy said.

"I don't need your pity," Scipio spat. "I killed the bitch with this sword." He held his sword high in the air with a sadistic grin on his face as he remembered how he killed his mother.

Percy stared at Scipio in shock. "You killed your own mother?" Percy asked. He hoped he heard wrong.

"You're too soft Perseus. The bitch got what she deserved," Scipio said.

"You're a monster." Percy pointed Riptide at his adversary.

"I am what they all made me," Scipio said as he pointed his sword at the gods. "I am vengeance and destruction." He turned his sword back at Percy with a feral look in his eyes. "Enough talk." Scipio lunged forward with his sword, but Percy blocked the strike with Riptide. When the two blades struck together sparks flew and the ground beneath their feet began to tremble.

"That's an interesting sword," Percy observed as he struggled to push against Scipio's blade.

Scipio grinned. "It's made of Adamantine; the rarest and strongest metal on my world," Scipio explained. He pushed against Riptide as he glared at Percy. "You're blade is celestial bronze, but that glow around it is weird."

Percy smiled. "Must be a trick of the light," Percy lied, before he pushed back against Scipio's attack.

The two were evenly matched. Scipio smiled because he finally found a worthy opponent. "You fight well, but you're still a boy. I'm a man and I've practiced for many years more than you," Scipio boasted.

"Percy's a real man; not some tyrant," Annabeth yelled.

Scipio turned toward the daughter of Athena. "Don't worry my love, once he's dead I'll show you what a real man is like," Scipio said as he winked at her.

Annabeth stepped closer to her mother. The look in Scipio's eyes seemed to bore right through her.

"Leave my daughter alone," Athena yelled.

Scipio's evil grin widened. "Don't worry Athena; I can show you what a real man is like as well," he said.

Athena's face turned red with fury. "Kill him Percy," Athena yelled.

Percy was taken aback by Athena's words. It's not every day that someone got on Athena's nerves this badly. Percy was broken away from his thoughts as Scipio dropped to the ground; Percy slipped forward as he was caught off guard. Scipio sliced Percy's side with his sword causing a massive gash in the Olympian silver armor. The sword could not cut Percy's invulnerable skin, but the strike showed the power of the Adamantine metal.

Percy jumped away from Scipio at the feel of the blade on his skin. Percy spun around to face his opponent. "That's a pretty sharp blade," Percy said with a smile.

Scipio frowned, but he didn't look surprised. "Not sharp enough to cut through your invulnerability," Scipio replied.

Percy had recovered; he knew he wasn't stronger than Scipio; even two baths in the Styx wouldn't overcome so many additional years of training, plus all the fighting that Scipio had clearly undertaken. Percy would have to outsmart him or use his powers. He definitely felt a lot less confident about this fight than any other he'd faced before.

Scipio lunged forward with his sword. Percy parried the strike, but he could tell that Scipio was only testing him for weakness.

Scipio struck forward again, but this time Percy was ready; he sidestepped the strike and kicked out with his leg. Scipio spun to avoid the kick, but Percy angled his leg at the last moment intercepting Scipio just under his arm in a weak point in the armor. The hit didn't hurt Scipio, but it put him on guard that Percy wasn't one to underestimate.

The two continued to strike and parry with their swords. Sword thrusts were met with expert blocks, while legs and arms extended to try and make the other lose balance. The crowd watched the two in awe of their skill, strength and speed. Annabeth watched Percy closely. She was worried for him. Scipio was older and more experienced. Even though Percy was an incredible fighter she knew that experience would always win out in the end.

The two stopped the fight after a few minutes. Their faces were sweaty and their hair was matted down inside their helmets. "You are very skilled Perseus," Scipio said as he caught his breath.

"So are you," Percy said grudgingly.

Percy was tired; this fight was beyond any he'd been in before. They were too evenly matched with a sword and their hand to hand skills were equal as well. He needed to end the fight quickly. Percy held his sword close to his chest before he ran full tilt toward Scipio. Scipio watched calmly as his opponent closed on him. Percy slashed with his sword as he approached Scipio. Scipio ducked under the sword slash and at the same time he swiped his own sword across Percy's back. The blade barely missed his Achilles spot. Percy fell to ground at the sensation. Annabeth gasped in surprise; she though the blade had hit is mortal point. Percy turned on his back. Scipio stood over him.

"I know where it is" Scipio informed.

Percy knew what he meant. Scipio raised his sword like a club. He lowered the blade, but Percy knew what to do. He stretched out to the ground that he laid on. The earth began to shake as a shockwave knocked Scipio off his feet as well as those that watched them fight. Percy stood up quickly as he held Riptide defensively.

Scipio flipped into the air from a sitting position and landed on his feet effortlessly. He gave a mischievous smile to Annabeth before he winked at her.

Percy growled as he swung his sword at Scipio. Scipio ducked under the strike before he created a ball of water and froze it into a ball of ice. He threw it at Percy, but before the ice ball hit him it exploded in Percy's face. Percy fell to ground as he clutched his face. He screamed in agony as the shards of ice hit his eyes.

Annabeth tried to rush forward, but Athena held her back.

Scipio swung down with his sword to strike Percy over the head, but the son of Poseidon dropped to the ground. He placed his hands on the surface of the soil. The earth shook once again more violently than before. Scipio lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The two sons of the sea rose to their feet and faced each other. "Time to stop messing around," Percy said.

"I couldn't agree more," Scipio replied.

The air around the two began to grow heavy as the two sons of the sea caused the humidity to increase around their bodies. The winds began to pick up and rain fell from the sky. The winds and rain around Percy and Scipio began to spin and twist until the two demigods were surrounded in their own personal hurricanes. The crowd backed up at the power exhibited by the two half-bloods.

Percy and Scipio charged each other. Their blades struck together sending a wall of water and wind at those around them. Everyone was temporarily blinded by the force of the impact.

"You can't see Percy," Scipio yelled over the noise of the wind and rain.

Percy smiled. "I can feel where you are," he replied.

Scipio frowned. He knew that the water from the rain would give away his position, but maybe he could use that to his advantage. He charged forward again as his blade struck Riptide. The sound echoed through the valley. The ground began to shake again as the two fought each other. Scipio and Percy held their blades together. They tried to push each other away, but they couldn't. They were two unstoppable forces of nature that were locked in a death grip. Scipio concentrated on some of the water that surrounded the two demigods. He willed the water to move behind Percy. He knew that his adversary couldn't identify the water because it would just blend in with the rain. He positioned a tendril of water behind Percy's back. He solidified the end of the water into an ice spear. A split second later the spear flew forward and through the gash in the back of Percy's armor. Percy's eyes widened as the ice spear pierced his mortal point. The wind and rain around him stopped almost immediately. Scipio allowed the rain and wind that surrounded him to cease.

"You fought well, but you could never defeat me," Scipio said proudly.

Percy could only see a blurry image of Scipio. The pain in his back was excruciating. He could feel his entire body burning. The ice spear in his back melted away, but the wound in his mortal point gushed dark red blood. Percy fell to his knees as the world around him began to spin uncontrollably. He drove Riptide into the ground in front of him as he fell forward. He hit the ground with a soft thud. He couldn't believe that he failed.

AN: Another cliffhanger. Did you really think that Percy could beat an older and wiser Scipio? Is this the end, of course not, so stay tuned?