Hey guys, another new chapter. I'm on a roll since my English teacher has let me type in class these passed few days. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm starting to wrap up the Lightning Thief section.

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"Where are you going?" Connor whined.

Sirius jumped and turned around to face the younger boy, leaving the door hanging open. Connor was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry," Sirius mumbled. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm just going out for a walk. I'll be back in time for breakfast."

"Whatever," Connor groaned. He rolled over and fell back asleep.

Sirius sighed and walked outside onto the front porch, closing the door behind him. The sun was just starting to rise in the sky, and the air was brisk. He shivered slightly as he started towards the forest. Dawn and dusk were some of the best times to practice with the shadows. The sun was low in the sky, creating long shadows, especially in the middle of the forest.

The farther Sirius got into the forest, the darker it became, and the more at home Sirius began to feel. As a child, Sirius had always affiliated his love for darkness with the Black family, but now he knew it had to do with his father. Sirius smiled as he saw his father leaning against a tree in the clearing they used for training.

"You are late," Thanatos said. He smirked at Sirius as he pushed himself off the tree and moved to stand in front of his son. "The sun rose over the horizon fifteen minutes ago."

"Sorry," Sirius said, rolling his eyes at his father. "I woke up a few minutes late, and then Connor saw me leaving."

"I was teasing," Thanatos said, his lips stretching into a smile. "We still have plenty time for what I want you to do. I want you to try and take us to Manhattan."

"Why Manhattan?" Sirius asked, confused.

"I can't spend some time with my favorite son?" Thanatos retorted.

"I'm your only son," Sirius answered. He just reached out and took his father hand. He concentrated on the darkness around him, and felt the shadows swarm around his father and him. Sirius groaned as he felt the rush of travelling through the shadows. The father and son reappeared in an alley outside of St. Patrick's Cathedral.

"A church?" Thanatos grumbled, glaring at the building next to them.

"Shut up," Sirius said, rubbing his forehead. "I'm sleepy." Sirius stumbled slightly and leaned against his father. Thanatos sighed and wrapped an arm around his son's shoulders.

"Come on, Sirius," he groaned. "Let's walk around. You'll start to feel better once we get some food in you."

"M'kay," Sirius mumbled. He leaned against Thanatos as the god led them out of the alleyway and onto the busy morning streets of Manhattan. "Where we goin'?" The young boy's speech was slurred.

"I think just a diner for some pancakes."

"Yum," Sirius mumbled, burying his face in his father's shoulder. "I like pancakes."

"I'm sure," Thanatos sighed.

"Urgh," Sirius groaned, rubbing his temples. "My head hurts."

"I should have fed you before having you shadow travel," Thanatos agreed, holding the door of the diner open for his son. "Come, it has been many years since I have been able to explore Manhattan."

"I don't think I ever have," Sirius said, following his father down the sidewalk. "The only time I've ever been to Manhattan was when I was delivering that letter for you."

"And you didn't take the time to explore?" Thanatos asked, looking at Sirius from the corner of his eye. "That does not seem like you."

"Chiron wanted me to go right back to Camp," Sirius replied. His eyes widened as he looked at the building to their left. "Can we go to the M&M store, Dad?"

Thanatos' smile widened.

"That was fun, Dad," Sirius grinned, standing in front of his dad with his hands in his pockets. "I've never had that much fun outside of Hogwarts."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Thanatos said, smiling softly. "It's been awhile since I've been able to take a break from work. I'm glad I was able to spend it with you."

"Sirius!" a voice called from farther back in the woods. "Sirius, where are you?!"

"Shite," Sirius groaned. "I told Connor I'd be back in time for breakfast. It's well past dinner by now. I should go."

"Yes, you should," Thanatos agreed. "Goodbye, my son." Sirius turned to leave, and Thanatos watched as he began to move forwards into the forest.

"Wait!" Sirius said, turning around. He ran into Thanatos' arms and pulled him into a tight hug. "I love you, Dad."

Thanatos slowly wrapped his own arms around his son, shocked. "I love you too, Sirius. I do believe your friends are worried about you, though."

"Right," Sirius said, blushing. "Bye, Dad." He grinned happily to himself as he ran off.

"Don't feed us the b.s. you told Chiron, Sirius," Travis snapped. "There's no way you just forgot to come back for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

Sirius just shrugged his shoulders. "It's nothing, Travis. I'm back in one piece, aren't I? I promise I was safe."

"That's not good enough," Luke said, sitting down on the floor across from Sirius. "Where did you go? We've been searching the woods for hours. You weren't there."

"I was with my dad, alright?" Sirius snapped, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. "He took me into Manhattan, and we spent the day together."

"Seriously?" Connor asked. "Your dad?"

"Well, yeah," Sirius said. "How else could I get to Manhattan?"

"I wish our dad would take us places," Connor grumbled. "Or you know, visit us."

Travis sighed and wrapped an arm around his brother. Sirius looked down guiltily. He had been so happy about finally having a parent caring about him, that he completely forgot that the other gods besides Thanatos didn't really pay attention to their kids.

Sirius was sitting in the shadows of a tree when Luke approached him. Sirius smiled and waved him over. No matter the friends Sirius made at either Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood, Luke would always be like an older brother to him.

"What's up?" Sirius asked as Luke sat down next to him.

"Just want to talk, is all," Luke said. He smiled softly at Sirius and ruffled his hair. The younger teen rolled his eyes as he straightened it out.

"Very funny, Luke," he grumbled. "What's on your mind."

"I've been thinking recently, Sirius," Luke admitted. He leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes. "About the gods."

"What about them."

"They don't really care about us, you know," Luke sighed. "They might say they do, but they don't."

"What do you mean?" Sirius demanded, sitting up straight. "Luke, that's crazy."

Luke sighed as he opened his eyes, sitting up to face Sirius. "I've met my father once, Sirius," he said. "Only once. I'm nineteen. You'd think an all-powerful god would have at least a little time to talk to their kids."

"I guess," Sirius said, crossing his legs and leaning forwards on them. "I can see what you mean."

"And then there's the way the Olympians treat the minor gods," Luke continued ranting. "Gods like your father have impossibly hard jobs, yet do they get any credit for them? No! Who gets credit for Thanatos' work? Hades. Who gets credit for Asclepius' work? Apollo."

"Who's Asclepius?" Sirius interrupted guiltily. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on his hands that were folded nicely in his lap.

"Exactly!" Luke shouted. "He's the god of medicine, but does he get any credit for his work? No!"

"What are you getting at here, Luke?" Sirius asked, backing up slightly from the older boy. Luke was becoming volatile.

"I've been having dreams, Sirius," Luke said eagerly, leaning forwards. "Of a voice, promising me a way to destroy the Olympians. To get recognition for all the minor gods. All I need to do is build an army. An army of demigods to oppose Olympus. What do you say, Sirius?"

"No," Sirius said, jumping to his feet. "No, Luke! That's crazy. That's your family you're talking about. Your father!"

"Hermes is not my father," Luke snarled, jumping up. "He's dead to me."

"Who is offering you this?" Sirius asked, taking a few steps back from Luke as the older demigod got closer and closer. "This is madness, Luke."

"No," Luke said. "It's not. My lord Kronos will lead us to victory."

"Kronos?" Sirius gasped out, eyes widening in shock. "Luke, no." Shaking his head, Sirius turned and ran.