AN:

Thank you for the feedback guys. I really love the support I'll try to update more often.

I only have one problem; I now automatically start writing in English. During the Norwegian exam I had today I suddenly realized I had written the first paragraph in English…

Percy jumped over the low sweep and thrust forward, but missed. He stepped back and blocked the next attack with the butt of his spear. He retreated a few step back and wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Still not back in shape, Percy?"

"You fish, Fishboy,"Percy answered before feinting towards his assailant's left and thrusting at his right.

"Still too slow, little brother."

"Let's get the swords back out then, and I'll kick your butt again, Triton."

Percy had been training hard every day for the last two weeks, ever since the argument in the throne room. Triton had found Percy training by himself in the court yard the second day and had offered to spar with him.

Percy had been thrashed by Triton within minutes. His muscles might have grown back to their earlier size, but he had no endurance. He had slowly improved, day by day. During their ninth day of practice Percy felt he was approaching his former glory. The tenth day was a sweaty and exhausting affair. It got so bad Amphitrite started complaining about the water quality, apparently the water tasted sweat. Percy and Triton laughed so hard they fell to the floor, it took the better part of the next half hour before they were ready to start training again. More importantly Percy had been able to defeat Triton a couple of times throughout the day.

Then there were yesterday, Percy had straight up thrashed Triton. Triton had gotten in a few lucky strikes, but Percy had been far superior to his brother. At the end of the day Triton offered to train Percy in spear fighting, which was Triton's weapon of choice, before sending him off to the armory to pick up a spear. Percy was disappointed when he learned that Tyson was not present, he was apparently still studying with Briareus. And that had brought them back to where they started, Triton thrashing Percy.

"Maybe, but now we are practicing spear fighting, not sword play." Triton replied cheekily.

Percy did not let Triton say anything else, he lunged at him and thrust his spear at Triton's foot. Triton dodged and swung the butt of his spear at Percy's head, but Percy blocked with the shaft of his spear.

"PERCY, where are you?"

Percy was so startled he was unable to dodge Triton's next attack and was knocked so hard in the head he sprawled backwards on the ground unconscious.

Percy could feel his head ponding and groaned. Percy slowly opened his eyes and saw he was sitting next to his father's throne in the Throne Room of Atlantis. He looked around and saw his father and Zeus sitting around a small table playing cards.

"What happened?" Percy asked as he lifted a hand to his head.

"You were knocked out," Zeus answered.

"Yeah, I kinda understood that, but why are you here?"

"Your place at Olympus is finished, son. I don't want you to leave, but Amphitrite is about to kill me. For the sake of peace in the home I ask you to stay at Olympus at least for now."

"I understand," Percy said as he slowly made his way over to the table and sat down.

"So why are you here, uncle?"

"I wanted to talk to you before you come to Olympus. I do no longer doubt your loyalties, Percy. After all you have done for us, all the suffering you have been through I don't believe you would ever betray us. Since you are still here after all this time I trust you."

"Thank you, Lord Zeus. Your confidence in me is inspiring."

"Well, I might no longer doubt you, but there are others. Some of the gods still do not trust you."

"Those…"

"Yes, Poseidon, I know. The new prophecy do, however once again call for Percy to be our savior. It also calls for us, the gods, to give you our blessing. It also seems you will have to receive partial immortality, similar to the kind the hunters got. The prophecy calls for: 'The endless quest of the undying demigod'. For some of the gods to give you this freely you will have to make an oath on the River Styx never to plot against Olympus and always answer our call for aid."

"I could agree to those terms, as long as you gods also swear to pass any information regarding primordials on to me. Every single whisper, or anything that could in any way, form or matter indicate any kind of primordial activity."

"It seems we have reached an understanding, if you would please follow me to Olympus we can attend to these matters right away.

AN:

Still have gotten little feedback as to what aspects of my writing are lacking. Are my portrayals lacking? Are my battle scenes bad?(haven't written many yet so you might lack anything to judge) or maybe my dialogues could use some work? Please tell me, if I don't know where I am lacking I can't improve…