Sighhhh...

Remus's version is more popular than this is, even though mine's better...

Good thing I'm using him as an advisor, then. I bounce ideas off of him, and I'm using his ending to the series, but modifying it to allow me room to possibly make a sequel.

I might also take over his other stories, and restart one of his old ideas that was deleted because he was stupid. Yeah. I bet you lot wondered where His Shield-maiden, Her Lord went. (Remus gave it away, deleted it, and then the guy that took it left ) So it MIGHT get a restart. I remember the plot of the story, and Astarte was based off a number of girls, mostly Clarisse and Tayuya.

I stepped into Hephaestus's Workshop, and winced as the sharp and loud sounds of blacksmithing assaulted my ears. The air reeked of fire and burnt metal, and it was hot as Hades.

Fortunately for me, I had an ice Titan inside me, cooling me down somewhat.

"LORD HEPHAESTUS," I shouted. The hammer stopped falling on the anvil, and a rugged blacksmith came out. Brown hair and a matching beard, all caked in soot, spotted me instantly. Brown eyes narrowed as the god tried to place me, and I did my best to not focus on the left half of his face, which was hideously deformed.

Sadly, the god noticed my brief glance, because he chuckled and touched the gnarled flesh.

"Yes, Mother's birthing gift to me. Many notice it first, but I appreciate your effort to be polite. You're not a machine, so why are you here," the god asked. He not only looked the part of a blacksmith, but he sounded it too. His voice was gruff and he seemed to be unused to talking.

"I come because you can help me find Daedalus. We need to find him," I said. The god hummed, and stroked his beard.

"Very well. I will help you, but you must first help me. Recently, I discovered somebody using my forge in Washington. I would investigate, but my godly aura gives me away long before I arrive, and whoever is there flees before I can even flash there. Find out who is using it and why, and this little creature will lead you to Daedalus," he said after some thought, pulling a bronze spider from a nearby table and tapping it three times with his hammer.

The spider came to life with a cloud of black dust ejecting from where web usually would come from. The little automaton whirred, and scuttled off.

I followed it, with the rest of the group right behind me.

The spider led us to a doorway with more black smithing noises coming from behind it. I paused, and poked my head into it.

There was a small army of little Telekhines running around under the orders of a one eyed demigod, and they were working on a sheet of curved metal. I ducked back into the Labyrinth and turned to my companions.

"Malcom, Claire, Ali, go back. Tell Hephaestus that his forge is being used by the Enemy, and get help. If you can, find Daedalus and get the string. I'm going to stop this," I said. My tone brooked no room for argument, but I knew my girls wanted to slug me for being stupid right now.

I kissed both of them, and held their hands in mine tightly.

"You can beat me up later," I said as I slipped my hand into my backpack, and pulled out a Yankee's cap, and vanished under it.

It was useful in the situations I couldn't afford to be reckless in, like this, so I kept it. Her necklace sat on my armor stand, and I kept a small shrine to her next to it.

My foot kicked a loose rock, and it bounced down the cavern, hitting a Telekhine in the head, much to my horror.

He exploded into dust as he was hit by a hammer from one of his allies.

All eyes, including the one eyed demigod's eye, turned to me, and I thought they could see me for a very small second, before I remembered I was invisible.

"We have an intruder! Get him, you mongrels," the demigod shouted. Minus going back, any escape I had was instantly cut off, as the small army moved up towards me.

Abandoning any pretense of stealth, I took the cap off and drew my Minotaur bone blade, and pointed it at the first monster to approach.

The blade went into it's chest, sending it to Tartaros. The next Telekhine met a similar fate, and I began to spin, my blade cutting through monsters like acid.

I never noticed it until the demigod tripped and fell into the lava that the ground was shaking. And when I noticed the lava, I realized that I was in a volcano.

And those two things made for one conclusion, and one conclusions only.

My last words before the world exploded were as follows.

"Shit, fuck, damn it!"

An explosion rocked the North-west coast of America, sending dust and rock into the sky. Lava slowly began to pool and rise in the mountain, and another earthquake added to the damage as the King of Monsters roared, now fully awake.

The skies of the east coast were dark, and the seas were turbulent. The moon had dulled, and the sun seemed to drag through the sky. It was like this for weeks, as Percy Jackson slept in his coma, his mind unable to support his injuries without failing.

So he slept, on Ogygia, under the watchful eyes of the healer Calypso.

He was now missing his entire left arm, a rock having shorn it off when the volcano erupted. His right foot had been mangled, becoming little more than strips of muscle and flesh clinging to his shinbone, which was exposed when he first arrived. His spine had snapped from the sheer force of the explosion, and his ribs were all in varying degrees of broken, with the least injured rib being fractured. The demigod's right hand had been shattered, and his wrist and forearm were broke from impacts with the volcanic wall. His skin had been littered with various degrees of lacerations, the worst being a jagged cut to his gut, and his already damaged eyeball was pierced by a stray rock shard.

It had taken two weeks to stabilize him, and another two to close all of his cuts and heal his foot. His arm was gone forever, and he was now entirely blind in his left eye. He was in his coma for another two weeks, before he woke up.

The first sensation I felt upon awakening was pain. My body felt like I had been run through a shredder.

My mind was achingly silent, and I figured my constant companion was sleeping. I opened my eyes, and shut them immediately when the light was too bright.

And then I noticed I could only see the light with my right eye.

I reached up to feel my face, only for one hand to touch me, when I'd clearly meant to have two hands do so.

My eye slowly opened, and I had to do a double take as I saw myself.

I was missing my arm!

I did the one thing I could do: I fell back on my resting spot in a dead faint.

FIN!

Mwuhahahaha!

This is more realistic than what happened to him in the book.

For those worried about Briaries and Kampê, fear not! I have it covered!

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