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"Weakling." A sleepy female voice mused, coming out of Gabe's mouth, before the man leapt out of a nearby window and dived into the ground.
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Persia sat by the campfire, contemplating life.
She'd just tucked Annie into bed, having stolen a ton of camping supplies in town before she left.
She'd always known that it would be needed.
"Daughter," a warm and soothing voice said behind her as a comforting aura field the area.
"Mother?" She said, turning to face the direction of the voice.
Hestia stepped out from the shadows, her eyes burning brightly as the goddess looked at her with affection. "My girl, I'm glad you're safe. My baby girl…" she said, hugging her tightly in a warm and motherly embrace.
"Mom," she replied, her voice muffled by the goddess' dress, "I was a guy before this."
"Don't ruin the moment, Persi." Hestia chided light-heartedly as she pulled away, pouting. She smirked in response, getting a tiny chuckle out of her mother before the goddess came over and sat besides her on the log.
They stared at the campfire in silence, watching the flames burn right and high in the dim clearing. Stars shone above them, illuminating the dark night sky.
"So, what brings you here?" She asked, and Hestia smiled slightly in response. "Well, I noticed how you couldn't fight monsters with your fists and nothing else. The hunting knives of my niece's hunt also don't seem to suffice, so…I made one for you."
Her eyes widened in joy. Finally, a weapon she could use! Hestia, noting her excitement, sighed. "I don't usually condone violence…but because you're a demigod, and you need to protect yourself, I'm doing this for you." Shaking her head slightly, she pulled out…a stapler.
At least, it looked like a stapler-a glowing one at that. It seemed oddly bent for a stapler though, and the two halves bent away from each other. The ends were also oddly designed, and one of the halves glowed…as did something within the halves.
Passing it over to me, I could feel a homely warmth on the two halves. I also noticed a sheet of metal within, with a single glowing edge and intricate patterns-
Wait.
There were hinges connecting the halves to the metal piece.
Swinging them open, I was greeted with the sight of an amazingly intricate and beautiful butterfly knife. The blade itself was made out of a dark metal, while the edges glowed like molten lava which was aflame. Lines rac across the blade surface, and the opposite edge had jagged patterns on it, with the lower half of it being sharp too. On one of the handles, the words 'Floga sto vrady' were carved into it, glowing like embers in a piece of coal.
(Think of it as the butterfly knife skin 'Carver' from call of duty mobile, with the addition of the knife name on one of the grips. I'm not a weapons expert, so I can't describe the knife properly.)
"Woah…" she gasped, letting out am amazed breath as she spun the knife in her hands. She grasped it and did a few practice jabs, the blade light and balanced as she slashed and jabbed both with an icepick grip and a reverse grip. "This is so cool!" She fangirled over the butterfly knife as she spun it in her hand absently, and Hestia grinned. This was the reaction she had anticipated.
"Daughter, I'm glad you like these. This knife is made from the molten metal from my father's scythe, as well as fragments of the hearth, coated with a mixture of Obsidian and Stygian ice. Your uncle owes you a favor, after all, and he wished to help me out on this gift." She grinned like a little child as she heard those words, but her mother wasn't quite finished.
"The knife is usually in its, well, knife form. But if you wish for a weapon with a longer reach, simply twist the glowing hilt, and it'll transform into a one-handed sword. Of course, you're much more nimbler and faster now, so I didn't want to gift you a sword-that might hinder your movements or…"
Hestia trailed off, looking at her to see her reaction. She stared back, blank faced, before leaping up and hugging her mother tightly. "Mom, don't worry about me, it's the best gift you could've ever given!" Hestia chuckled and laughed lightly as she returned her daughter's fierce embrace.
"By the way, daughter," Hestia mumbled through the embrace, "if you touch the non-glowing tip it'll appear on your inner wrist as a tattoo. Just press it when you need the blade, or will it to appear, and it'll pop right into your hand." She smiled-she now had riptide 2.0, didn't she?
After a while, she let go, and Hestia and her resumed their positions on the log next to the campfire. She looked at her mother, and saw her reaching behind the log. "More gifts?"
"Well…not exactly. Someone sent this to me-not even via Hermes, and there was a note telling me to give this to you." Hestia replied, handing a wrapped package over to her.
Puzzled, she placed it on her lap and unfolded it…
Before gasping in surprise.
Inside lay 2 karambit daggers, both with shining silver-lined edges shimmering in the night. One had a pure black and gray grip that had patterns cross-crossing like carbon fiver patterns. It's blade was dark, with little drabbles of shimmering sea green at the tips and near the hilt. When she tiled the knife and reflected the moonlight off it, it seemed to shimmer like the ocean at night. The sea green areas also glowed and dimmed randomly, just like the unpredictable sea.
Meanwhile, the other one had glowing red-orange colors instead of sea green ones. It also had tiny, yet noticeable, glowing purple cracks in it's blade, as if hidden power was locked within. Studying them closely, she realized the 'cracks' would also light up and dim, but there seemed to be a pattern to this. The grip also had worn violet patches, but she wasn't sure if there was any significant design reason for those.
The safety rings on both blades were similar, except one was sea green mixed with the dark metal that made up the blades, and the other had glowing red-orange instead. As she spun the knives on her finger, she emitted a yelp as they shrunk into two very intricately designed yet beautiful rings. The one with the sea green colors became a ring with sea green swirls mixed in with pitch black material, and a silver lining was seen on the side. As for the glowing red-orange blade, it turned into a ring that had cracks in it, emitting purple glows as well as the color of lava or fire. Once again, a silver lining was seen at the sides of the ring.
(mostly similar to CS:GO's Karambit skins, Gamma Doppler phase 4 is the first knife, Doppler Black Pearl is the second. Both have a thin silver edge, and the areas which aren't black glow with power.)
She looked up after studying her rings to see a very shocked Hestia. "Mom…who exactly gave you those?"
"I-well, I don't really know. They just…appeared in the hearth all of a sudden with a note attached." Hestia said, her brows furrowing. "I asked Hephaestus, and he said that the blade was made of Stygian ice and some rare metal called night obsidian, apparently only found somewhere deep in the underworld. Deadly to all monsters and deities, the silver edge just adds the abilities to kill werewolves quicker and also harm mortals."
Persia nodded, rubbing on both rings. Instantly, the twin karambits appeared back in her grip, and she studied them. After a while, she noticed there were words carved into the blade's base, near the hilt. She read them out loud.
"Skia and Skotadi. Shadow and darkness."
(Gamma Doppler as Skia. Doppler Black Pearl as Skotadi.)
"Fitting name for fitting blades," Hestia mused, before they returned to staring at the campfire. Soon, she felt tired and yawned.
"Daughter, it's late…am I keeping you up? Maybe..well you should get some rest. We can always continue this at another date, perhaps solve the mystery together." She nodded, and Hestia pulled her in for a light hug and kiss before the goddess erupted in a flash of flames. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone immediately, leaving Persia alone to her own devices.
Slowly, her thoughts drifted towards her encounters today as she thought about it. She was not sure if the appearance of her evil stepfather, Gabe, but…why was he here?
She was pretty sure that mother had turned him into a statue and sold him off. And there was no way her uncle could have let him out of the fields of punishment for his crimes.
There was only one explanation for this-something even more powerful than death was rising, and no one would be able to stop it.
She really hoped this wasn't related to the great prophecy she'd heard some weeks back.
Of course, the fates loved to fuck with her life…so it could very well be. She just had to wait and see.
Her through drifted even further, and began looking back at her past life, of Gabe…of Annabeth.
She remembered when everything went to shit.
And she remembered how everything went to shit.
Life was going on well-well, as well as she could've expected back then, when she was still a 'him'.
They'd fought to recover the Golden Fleece, and they'd returned to camp.
In hind side, it was pretty stupid of her to think that Annabeth was a good and loyal friend.
She should've known that old possessive feelings for Luke were rising in that demigoddess' heart as Annabeth saw Thalia again.
The entire quest to rescue Artemis could have very well been a setup. Annabeth said that Luke visited her before they went on a mission, and talked to her for hours. Though she said she refused, that slight hesitation, that flicker of her eyes…she should have known.
In the battle of the labyrinth, Annabeth was nowhere to be seen. The enemy forces also struck with precision, nearly breaking their lines. They timed when they unleashed Kampe Just Right, they timed the attacks just right...everything was too great of a coincidence.
She should have figured it out then. She didn't.
After Luke became Kronos, Annabeth still regarded him as the demigod shell he was. Luke. She should have realized that was a red flag, whenever they talked about him, Annabeth's eyes glazed over and she looked dreamy.
Still, she was too dense back then to notice.
And during the battle for Manhattan…she should've realized that Annabeth had pulled Silena aside to threaten her and force her to be 'the spy', to take the flap for her by framing an innocent person.
Silena died soon enough. No one questioned her.
Then came the actual battle with Kronos. Annabeth always looked dreamy, and guilt even crossed her face once or twice. She mistook that for sympathy.
Look how much it cost her.
The most significant tip-off was during the dare helicopter incident. It, for a moment, felt like Annabeth was going to crash the helm into a building by accelerating it. Something forced it back in course though.
Looking back at it now, it…wasn't natural for the aircraft to behave like that. But hey, everyone was high in adrenaline. Who noticed?
And then came Rachel's warning.
A trick that ends in death.
Percy, you're not the hero.
She should've taken note of how pale Annabeth's face looked. Now, she knew the reason-after all, Annabeth could!ve guessed that Luke would kill himself to reign Kronos in.
Or maybe, she was afraid because her and her 'boyfriend"s' precious little plan to keep out the mortals didn't work.
Back there though, she only thought that Annabeth was scared of her, fearing her reaction to the oracle.
Of course, she didn't and she mistook Annabeth's stomping off as 'jealous'-how the attractive daughter of Athena lost to a mere mortal when it came to attraction and love.
And then there was Olympus…and her cabin.
Apparently, Annabeth had been stocking up on files to frame her if anything went wrong. That was, she'd be ousted as a traitor and Camp would've lost one of their best fighters.
Of course, Annabeth had the last ace up her sleeve by playing the framing card. After all, Percy was her closest friend during these few years they'd known each other-who was there to day that she wasn't a traitor too?
And here she was, banished, dead, reincarnated into a new form and stuck serving the hunt.
As well as having feelings for Artemis.
Gods…she'd been so desperate to just forget her. She Khione that Artemis would give her a chance, but with no contact, no nothing from Hestia in the last few days, she was ready to give up.
Looking up at the night sky, she shook her head and cleared her mind. Her personal troubles could wait. Her past could wait. Now, she was transporting 'high value cargo' and she wasn't going to fail Annie.
1:23 AM.
She wondered how she exactly knew that as she put out the fire, went into the tent, zipped the flap up and snuggled into the sleeping bag.
Soon, she was in the realms of Morpheus.
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Artemis was annoyed.
Hours of searching to no fruition.
It was as if Persia knew exactly how to evade the hunt…
Though scouts had reported something useful. They'd traced a truly massive monster group heading in the direction where Persia was supposed to be headed. Though the group didn't have a leader, they seemed to be cooperating alongside each other nonetheless.
She hadn't seen anything like this in a long time.
She hoped everything was alright.
For now, she kept patrols up, as well as a few scouts to tail the group as they made their journey, bumbling and shuffling through the countryside and forests. The main group of hunters would meet up soon enough-they'd set up tomorrow at dawn.
She hated waiting sometimes.
I'm coming, love, she thought as a steely glint shone in her eyes, we're coming.
For now, she waited for day break. Judging by her moon chariot in the sky, it was around 1:30 in the morning. 4 more hours to go until dawn breaks…hopefully the slow and bumbling monsters wouldn't make that much progress at night.
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Persia was again sitting next to the campfire, her mind wandering again.
She couldn't sleep. Nightmare after nightmare had her waking up in cold sweat.
Her memories were assaulting her mental fortress, and she was fed up and tired.
For some reason, when Artemis was around, it wasn't so bad. It felt like Artemis' presence soothed her and calmed her.
She knew she wanted Artemis.
She didn't know if Artemis wanted her.
Rubbing on her new rings, she smiled lightly as her Karambits appeared in her grip. Slipping her thumb into the safety ring, she spun the right dagger-darkness- a few times and watched as the glowing molten red and violet cracks shine ever so slightly brighter. The dagger felt oddly comforting in her hands, and the weight and balance was just right.
She wondered who gave the daggers to her.
Idly spinning the dagger, she suddenly noticed a piece of paper drifting down from the sky. How did it appear? She thought as she speared the note from the sky with her daggers. Rubbing on the safety rings, she spun it once more before they transformed back into rings. The note floated free as she plucked it by one of the corners and read it.
Persia,
The daggers are gifts from me and my husband. They are made of night obsidian and Stygian ice, deadly to any 'mythological' figure or monster. This will kill them quicker and ensure that their reform process is longer and more painful. If used correctly, it can make immortals fade.
The pulsing green parts mixed into the blade is Atlantean steel, taken from your father's domain. It is capable of channeling the power of the sea-hopefully you can better use your powers without wasting more concentration and effort.
As for the molten red, those are molten embers from your mother's hearth. Those are able to make your enemy's wounds feel like it was slashed by a lightsaber, and it can be deadly towards anyone without a lineage connected to fire.
The glowing purple cracks are properties of night obsidian. They channel the power of me and my husband's domain, and are considered as underworld metals. With this, Hellhounds will also respect you, as they are creations of night and darkness, and you'll be able to hopefully understand them and command them.
I hope you find our gifts useful, and just know that there are monsters out on the hunt for you. The threat you face will be unprecedented, but we have faith in your success.
-N
So my daggers are powerful…she thought, but who is this 'N'?
She decided to put that question aside for later. For now, there were monsters prancing around, and she wasn't going to let Annie get hurt anytime soon.
5:24 AM.
Night was almost over, and dawn was approaching. She should wake Annie up soon.
Furrowing her brow, she concentrated and soon a plate of sausages, scrambled eggs and bacon appeared in her lap. She pulled out a set of utensils, and then dug into the homemade meal, relishing the taste of sausages and crispy bacon on her tongue.
She'd wake up Annie later. For now, she was going to eat breakfast and summon one for the girl later.
She made a mental note to ask Annie whether she wanted to go to the hunt or to camp.
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Artemis watched as her hunters rushed about, folding up tents and breaking camp. The campfire was quickly extinguished, and hunters were soon grouped int he clearing, not a trace remaining of the camp. The logs were stored away in the supplies tent and everything was cleaned up.
"Hunters!" She yelled, and the 30 or so hunters snapped to attention. "Lieutenant, report?"
"All packed up and ready to go, Milady!" Thalia yelled back, mock saluting. She looked as splendid as usual in her black t-shirt and jeans, with silver chains dangling from her pockets. Her tiara shone and glinted in the dawn's rays as she grinned at her.
She smiled. "Good job, Thalia." Looking at Zoë, she rose an eyebrow and Zoë stepped out in response.
"Sisters," Zoë began, "our scouts, Phoebe and Adrianne, have reported heightened movement of the pack. Keep your guard up and beware of anything and everything."
She smiled. Zoë was such a good and natural leader…it was sad that she didn't rejoin her ranks officially. Still, Zoë's millennia serving with her proved her worth, and she was more than willing to accept Zoë even as an honorary member.
"Alright, hunters! You heard Zoë nightshade, keep an eye out and keep your guard up! Now, move out!" She yelled, and her hunters cheered slightly before they began moving out as a group.
Looking towards the dense tree line spanning the horizon, she smiled sadly. They were going to find Persia, and everything would turn out to be fine.
She hoped she didn't screw up big-time.
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Persia walked in silence with Annie, now known as another daughter of Apollo, as she contemplated life.
Gabe's reappearance had severely impacted her. Instead of a remotely happy and confident girl, she was a shell. Seeing Gabe had forced her worst memories to surface, and now she jumped at every single little thing that happened.
She sighed again as her nerves frayed at the snapping of another twig under her foot. She wasn't supposed to be like this-she was supposed to be strong, intelligent, and confident, to reinstate confidence in her younger companion's mind.
She wasn't supposed to be this nervous wreck who jumped at everything and anything.
Figs getting with her new rings, she nervously glanced at everything that moved. Stehe encounter with Gabe had shaken her up badly…
Speaking of last encounter with Gabe, she was quite surprised when (little) Annie had wanted to go to camp.
After hearing her explanation of camps and the hunters, she was told that Annie, though horribly abused by Gabe, wasn't against men.
Her mind was blown by Annie's response.
Apparently, she had at one point been friends with guys. They were kind, gentle and treated her with genuine affection and respect…until her foster parent was 'mysteriously' killed off and she was sent back into the fostering system.
Even then, the foster care guy who took care of her knew of her troubles and tried his best to get her out. For unknown reasons, he disappeared after she was sent to her new foster parents, and then was quickly sent back to Gabe.
Annie, however, couldn't remember who the foster care worker was, no matter how hard she tried.
Sounds like the work of a divine being, she thought, but who's interested in this girl, and why is she this important?
Regardless, Annie also seemed apprehensive of the hunters of Artemis. "I-well, being abused by a man-a monster, no less, doesn't mean I…hate them. My friends were men, and they were kind. The guy who was in the system, he was kind. I just hope there are more of them out there."
She agreed. Not all men were bad, since…well, she was once a guy too.
A nearby bush rustled loudly, and she immediately spun around, her dagger gripped tightly as she scanned the area for threats. Behind her, Annie nervously fingered the hilt of a celestial bronze knife, having taken it off the dissolving body of a Dracaenae.
She knew it sounded selfish, giving her a normal weapon instead of her fancy butterfly knife. Still, her mother told her that anyone else who wielded the butterfly knife without any lineage to the hearth could be harmed. That included Annie, and she wasn't ready to handle self-induced knife wounds just yet.
A few tense moments later, she sighed, relaxing her posture and nodding towards Annie. "Safe," she breathed out, and Annie's expression relaxed. Sheathing the knife, Annie grinned at the annoyed demigoddess.
"Valerie, what's got your knickers in a twist?"
"Annie! You're too young for those words!"
"When you're near Gabe…" Annie's expression darkened.
"You are never too young for those words?" She finished, and Annie nodded, her head hanging down, bangs spilling over her ear. "Never too young for the torture that monster hands out."
She put an arm around the younger demigoddess' shoulder. Should she tell Annie her past, or should she keep it a secret?
"Cmon, let's go," she found herself saying, "I'll tell you a story."
Annie looked up at her, puzzled. "Valerie, seriously? A story? Now of all times?"
She took a deep breath. "Yeah…a story. A story about me."
Annie's puzzled expression gave way to confusion. "You? But I thought-"
"I…well, after seeing…him, I think you deserve to know the truth. Because..this whole thing is odd, and I wanna get to the bottom of this."
"O-okay."
She took a deep breath, and began. "So…I'll just get straight to the point. I'm not just a child of Hestia. Before-" the motioned at herself with her hand "-all of this, I was…well, I was a guy. A son of Poseidon."
Annie's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as she continued. "I…well, I fought in wars, got people killed and had never gotten over the guilt. So…I offered my soul to the patron of the two people whose death I regret the most. And since then, I've been serving her and my mother."
"But…who is your patron?"
"Artemis. Goddess of the moon and hunt."
"Wait-so you tried to recruit me to join you? Why didn't you say? I'd be glad-"
"You don't have to stay with me, Annie," she said, "I made this choice to pay for my sins. Atonement for myself, if you will. Regardless, I feel like you shouldn't join the hunt-something feels…weird around you. I can't quite place it, but you feel…different. Your energy, your behavior, it's all different than us. There might be a reason I was ordered to drop you off at a service tunnel, after all."
"A service tunnel?"
"I've rescued other demigods before, and mother told me to drop some off there. The energy and aura there feels weird and off, but it kinda feels like yours."
Annie nodded, and fell silent, so she resumed her story. "Anyway, before the war though…I fought another one. With my inner self…and Gabe."
"He-he abused you too? As a…boy?"
She nodded, unsure if her voice could carry out her words. "Y-yeah. He whipped me, lashed me, and took everything out on me. Especially after I stopped him from beating mom."
Annie looked at her, horrified. "H-how long?"
She turned away, unwilling to face the demigoddess, knowing that the answer would shock her. "Eleven years."
Annie stayed silent, and she wasn't ready to face her sympathy. She knew how it felt to be abused by Gabe, as Annie had suffered under him for a few years too. Sneaking a glance behind her, she noticed Annie trailing some distance away from her, her head down as she fingered the hilt of her knife.
"I-I'm sorry, Valeria."
"A-annie, don't…don't call me Valeria. I told you, you deserve to know the truth, especially…the parts where we are connected. I take on the name Valeria when I'm rescuing demigods in need, because I'm technically a completely different person. My current name, Persia…it sounds like 'Percy', my old name, and I don't want people making the connection."
Annie nodded numbly, letting the information sink in. They walked in silence for a bit, and she was marveled at how releasing all her emotional burdens on someone who related made her mind clearer. She felt slightly more elated, she was less jittery and nervous, and she felt actually confident in her abilities now,
Annie was still silent, though she could hear her footsteps behind her. She allowed her mind to wander, and ponder over the appearance of her former stepfather.
Gabe, that word, it left a bad taste in her mouth to even say it. Unwanted memories she'd been trying to suppress were cropping up left and right, and she was all too conscious of her scars on her body. Some were barely traceable, some left deep white marks, and some left dents in her smooth skin. She had smooth skin before the encounter-somehow, all those marks returned during her sleep.
She didn't know how.
They just…appeared on her, reminding her of unpleasant memories all over again.
She felt annoyed. She felt horrified.
She felt like she was twelve all over again, revealing her (back then, his) scars to Annabeth so that she could bandage his torso wound.
But more importantly, why was Gabe back? She clearly remembered him being a garden statue-hell, she was there when the statue got sold by her mother.
Her poor, deceased mother.
Regardless-if Gabe was dead, HOW was he back? It wasn't like her uncle hades would allow him to just walk out of the underworld, with him having committed child abuse, he was sure to have ended up in the fields of punishment. After all, people ended up there for less things.
He did mention a mistress. Was some sort of deity, some sort of evil force, behind his resurrection? Did they take him out of the underworld to torment her? Did they really know her this well to try and psyche her out?
More importantly, what was she against this time?
She had no answers to her own questions.
Annoyed, she found herself fingering her own ring, walking side by side with Annie as they trekked out of the forest and towards the outskirts of Los Angeles.
She had her duties to worry about first, after all.
Flaring out her aura, she reached out to get a hint of the demigod in question. Beside her, Annie looked at her in fear and awe, presumably feeling the power surge next to her,
Gotcha, she explained mentally as she felt something at the edge of her senses. They were near Los Angeles, searching for another female demigoddess.
Judging by her aura, she was a daughter or Aphrodite.
She sighed, and turned to Annie.
"We've got another demigod to save. You in?"
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Artemis was concerned.
Right now, according to her scouts, the monster force was growing larger and they were heading across the country in a roughly straight line.
Judging by the route, they were headed for either Los Angeles…or San Francisco.
And if they were following Persia's tracks, that meant she was headed for Los Angeles or San Francisco…
Which put her in the realms of Roman control.
She hoped that Persia was just going to Los Angeles. Not San Francisco, she prayed, hoping that something above her would heed her words.
She didn't know if Persia knew of the romans. Being a Greek demigoddess..no matter if she was a Hunter of Artemis or not, she could still very likely be killed.
And she didn't want her only love to slip away between her fingertips, having messed up her own chance and doomed to eternal regret and sorrow.
Stay safe, Persia, she thought, silently hoping that they could just speed up and not rely on this monster pack.
One way or the other, she was going to get her Persia back.
And then everything would be okay again.
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A/N: Chapter 9 done…
I did say this was more or less a filler. No actual contents here, just a filler sticking some background alongside minor plot developments.
Of course, you all know what service tunnel I'm referring to. Excited for what's gonna happen outside new rome?
Anyway, reviews:
Sparten24: thanks bud, I'm keeping a good eye on my health right now. Life's catching up to me, and I now resume writing under a sugar rush at early morning hours with my heart pounding and brain dying. So…quality is dropping, but I hope I can remedy that soon. Won't want you guys to suffer, after all.
Sh4d0wz: Yeah…I'm pushing out chapters every 2-7 days currently. To be honest-I like life as it is right now, just wake up, write, either reread the series to get a clear picture of canon events or read Fanfiction to understand how to write better, then write some more, eat, maybe go on steam and play or poke around with German, and then finishing off the night by writing. So…the upload schedule is kinda out the window already.
It's like I have a void in life that I need to fill. Just over a month ago, I was still a schoolboy with my life planned out by the education system. Now, I literally have nothing to do in life-I technically already graduated on the 8th of May, and I've been writing ever since so I have something to do in life. It's a fun thing to do, and I aim to finish this before I move onto university (hopefully).
Anyway, back to your second part of your review-Yes, Persia will have interactions with Poseidon. Yes, she'll still refer to him as her father, since she still has some connection with the sea and him.
And that's all for reviews (for now). Next chapter will hopefully have some action, and I'll see you soon.
Again, don't be afraid to review or comment, depending on your platform. It's fine even if it's a simple 'loved it' or 'didn't like this, change xxx'. It helps me improve this story and get a hang of writing for the general public.
Anyway, see you all in the next chapter!
