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Aster walked onto the pine tree at the edge of the demigod camp. He had packed clothes, human necessities, money, and medicine into a backpack. All of the items could be conjured with his powers, but he could not risk it. The gods would be scrutinizing the four of them.H e could not mess up and reveal himself to them, the ones who betrayed him. If they found out, they would invade Alaska and force him somewhere else, somewhere even more isolated and deserted.

Aster had left a note at the Big House. It told Chiron that there was a demigod traitor selling the Gods out to Kronos, and that the traitor was residing in the Hermes cabin. He didn't know what the centaur would do with that information; if he'd alert Olympus, investigate it himself, or if he'd disregard it. Aster had signed it with Hestia's signature (he was sure she wouldn't mind), so Chiron would have to do something.

Aster waved hello to Annabeth, Grover, and Percy. Annabeth had her Yankees cap and a dagger, Grover had fake pants and shoes to pass off as human and reed pipes, and Percy had his backpack. But the son of Poseidon had no weapon. Weird. Aster could conjure up a sword and give it to Percy by saying it was found abandoned on a road. But that would be suspicious. Eh, they'd deal with it later.

Aster waved to Argus, the monster who looked like a buff surfer. Argus waved back, his eyes on his hand blinking slowly. Aster walked to the minivan he would be riding in and leaned back, letting Apollo's morning sun hit him. The sun was hotter down South, but less strong. He didn't know if it was better or not.

Aster looked back at the three other demigods. Luke was talking to them, showing Percy a pair of sneakers. They had wings, interestingly. Those demigods were close if they gave each other gifts. They were already friends. And Aster needed to befriend them to blend in, he reminded himself from his last conversation with Hestia. He needed to act like a demigod with other demigods to pass as a demigod. So, the god walked forward and said hi to Luke.

"Hi, Aster. I was just telling the four of you, especially Percy, to kill monsters. A lot of hopes are riding on you, so kick some ass for me, okay?"

Aster nodded. Luke shook Percy's hand, gave a light tap to the satyr's head, and hugged Annabeth. Her cheeks flushed, her body stiff. She was hyperventilating. Childhood crushes were so ridiculous and cute. When Aster chose to have children, he enjoyed watching their hopes, dreams, and feelings hinge on one insignificant mortal. Of course, this happened before his children ventured South for curiosity and were killed by hate-festering monsters. But he digressed.

When Aster turned back to look from the back of the van, he saw Percy swinging around a sword in celestial bronze. Chiron was smiling and talking to the demigod. Good, so all of them had weapons. Aster had chosen a two-foot-long rhomphaia sword, the only reason because it was curved. Staffs were better, but the staff needed divine power, and he could use nothing.


The quest was not going well. After the four of them had been dropped off on the Greyhound bus by Argus, they were ambushed by the Furies. They had not recognized Aster, but their attack might have been just as bad. Percy Jackson had killed Tisiphone and Megeara, but Zeus sent down a lightning bolt that destroyed the bus in a heap of fire. He could still sense Alecto's vengeful aura, so he hoped that Hades would cool her off a little.

Their backpacks had been in the bus when it exploded, but Aster was not going to sacrifice their supplies. He was a god! He would not travel as a peasant. He had placed a shield over their supplies when he smelt the charged air and teleported them just off the road when the other demigods weren't looking. Grover had found the bags, and they all rejoiced at how the explosion had fortunately thrown the bags without any damage. Thank the gods, they said. Thank him, Aster wanted to correct them.

"Aster," asked Annabeth as they were walking down the rocky path, "who do you think your godly mom is?"

Aster pulled a tree branch over his head. Everything was dark. "I don't know."

"Come on. You must have a gut feeling, or remember skills in camp that you were good at."

"I was only at camp for a few weeks, Annabeth," he replied shortly. "Everything was the same." He didn't want to talk with her longer than he had to; children of Athena found information nobody else found. Athena herself found out most of the affairs Aster had had as a god, with which she had tried to blackmail him.

"But what's your first thought of your godly mom? You have to have an instinct. Is it Aphrodite?"

Was that a compliment? "I don't know." Before she kept on asking, he gave her something so the conversation would end. "My hair's super blond so maybe. Maybe it's Athena. Maybe it's a random fucking golden-haired nymph. Can we just stop talking about it?"

Annabeth stepped back, her eyebrows scrunching. "Sorry," she muttered. "I was just trying to make conversation. You're the only unclaimed demigod on a quest for years. I was curious."

"Whatever. I don't need to talk to someone who ignored me for weeks because they thought I was useless."

Annabeth's eyebrows rose. "What?" she asked, shaking her head. "I didn't talk to you because you were a nobody."

"Then why be so enthusiastic when I arrived at camp?"

"Maybe because I like showing Camp Half-Blood to newcomers? Maybe because I have basic human decency. Something you clearly don't have."

"What do you mean?" She was getting on his nerves.

"When you stole Percy away to introduce him to camp. And then you abandoned him when Clarisse did her initiation training."

"You're upset because I stole him from you? He isn't yours, never will be."

Annabeth grumbled. "That's not what I meant. But he's actually important, because he's the son of one of the Big Three. Not you. Are you happy with my answer now?"

"I am important! I am the–"

"Feel free to make up your own delusional situations, Aster, but you're nothing. If you were something, you would have gotten claimed. You're just too narcissistic for your mom to care about you."

She stomped ahead of his still self. His eyes saw red. His hands curled into fists, his eyebrows narrowing. How dare she? This mortal was calling him a narcissist and unimportant? He was a god! She was the real nobody! Aster summoned a block of ice in front of the half-blood's. She tripped and yelped, her hair falling loose out of her ponytail. Payback.

"Watch where you walk," he whispered over her fallen self. "And don't pretend that I'm more self-absorbed than you." He saw her muddied jean shorts and smiled, walking away.

He could feel her anger and embarrassment as she got up and dusted herself off. But before she could fight back, the smell of grease wafted in. They kept walking, sensing the stronger and stronger smell of over-fried fries and fried butter (do not ask him how he knew). Delicious.

Neon lights appeared like a sore thumb against the foggy sky. Aster looked back and knew that the others were hungry. They hadn't eaten any food since breakfast, and it was past nightfall. "We should eat there," he said.

"Definitely," Percy replied. "What does that say?"

The son of Poseidon pointed to the red neon signs from the only lit-up building. He could sense the grease from the building, which was a bit heavy for Aster, and see the multiple realistic sculptures of humans.

"I don't know," Annabeth replied. Aster shrugged as well to keep with the act of dyslexia, glancing at her with raised eyebrows. Her mother had decided to grace her with dyslexia and the gift of reading. He didn't often see the offspring of wisdom gods being dyslexic. She was messed up.

Grover translated: "Aunty Em's Garden Gnome Emporium."

Percy crossed the metal gate that led to the emporium. Annabeth followed.

"Hey," Grover warned. "We probably shouldn't go in. It's weird." Aster had the same feeling, but he had to let the quest take its course.

The front lot was a forest of statues: cement animals, cement children, even a cement satyr playing the pipes, which gave Grover the creeps. "Bla-ha-ha!" he bleated. "Looks like my Uncle Ferdinand!"

The demigods continued walking up to the warehouse door. "Don't knock," Grover pleaded. "I smell monsters."

"Your nose is clogged up from the Furies," Annabeth told him. "All I smell is burgers. Aren't you hungry?"

Aster was about to agree with Grover, but the door creaked open. An old woman, covered in a black gown and veil, stepped onto the grass. Her coffee-colored hands and pink nails were the only parts of her uncovered. Aster agreed with Grover; she was not a mortal.

"Children, it is too late to be out all alone," the old woman asked. "Where are your parents?"

"They're … um …" Annabeth started to say.

"We're orphans," Percy said.

Percy chatted with the Middle Eastern woman until he convinced her to let them into the warehouse for some dinner. Aster was impressed with his skills of improvisation. The demigod's voice wavered as he answered her questions, like he was scared, and he told the woman the most obscure details of their circus caravan like a good liar would. He didn't get it from his honest father, so it must have happened from his home. What was his home situation like? Aster didn't know. Percy would tell him later.

Percy led them into a courtyard where the smell of delicious food was even stronger. There was a grill, a soda fountain, a pretzel heater, so much more. The food would have to be divine. It reminded Aster of the ambiance of American state fairs. Was there deep-fried butter?

They sat down. When Annabeth told the old lady they had no money, she waved it off. "Quite all right, Annabeth. Food is a human right. " the woman said. "You have such beautiful gray eyes, child."

Aster's hackles raised. Something in the back of his mind ticked, and he eyed the old woman through the back of his head as she was preparing burgers and shakes. How did she know Annabeth's name? The woman was non-divine, but why was she making food for them? Was the food poisoned? Excluding empousa, monsters usually went with the tactic of 'attack first', not with deception. And this woman was not an empousai. Was the woman a goddess?

Just as he was thinking that Hestia was saving them with some food, the woman brought platters of burgers, shakes, and fries. Aster tried to wait until the others started eating before delving in, but he couldn't. The food was just too eye-splatteringly ravishing and delicious. The burgers were large with the largest patty inside and the goldenest of the bread. After only a few bites, his stomach was filled, but he couldn't stop eating.

After eating a full burger, he looked at the others. Percy was eating as fast as he was, Annabeth was taking a break by drinking her strawberry shake, and Grover was prodding the waxed paper.

"Grover, aren't you hungry?" asked Aster. "I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and we were walking for miles."

"It's just suspicious here," Grover muttered, eating one fry. "I told you guys about it. And I can hear some hissing noises."

Aster's eyes opened. When was he overtaken with this lust for food? The lights of the neon signs were brighter than ever before. He took a few deep breaths, pushing his tray to Percy's side. He rubbed his eyes, able to hear the soft sss sounds coming from behind.

"I can hear the hissing," said Aster.

"Hissing?" the old woman asked. "I think you are hearing the deep fryer oil. Perseus and Grover, you two have keen ears."

"We take vitamins," repliedGrover.

Aster finished his shake and almost all of his fries, leaving his burger half-eaten. He was not hungry anymore. The food was good. He could feel his mind getting heavy, his eyelids drooping. He needed to rest his head. He rested his chin on his fist and half-listened to Percy make small talk with the woman, looking at the starry night sky. New York's city lights polluted the sky at Camp Half-Blood, but the sky here was as clear as in Alaska. He could even trace Cassiopeia. She had been a good lover. A smile appeared on his tired lips.

"Percy, Aster," Annabeth said tersely, shaking the god. "We should go. The ringmaster will be waiting."

"What? Can we stay here?" replied Aster, his sleepy voice slurring the words together.

"Such beautiful gray eyes," the woman told Annabeth. "My, yes, it has been a long time since I've seen gray eyes like those.

She reached out as if to stroke Annabeth's cheek, but Annabeth stood up abruptly. "We really should go. Percy!"

"Yes!" Grover swallowed the waxed paper and stood up. "The ringmaster is waiting! Right!"

Aster stood up, his arms hanging loosely. "Fine. Let's get back on the road."

"Please, dears," the woman pleaded. The hissing became even stronger. "I so rarely get to be with children. Before you go, won't you at least sit for a pose? For a photograph?"

Annabeth shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I don't think we can, ma'am. Come on, Percy—"

"Sure we can," Percy said. "It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?"

"Ma'am," said Aster. "If you take the photograph, could we rest here? Just for a little while? I'm really sleepy."

"Of course, Perseus."

The god followed the old lady, gesturing for the others to follow him. He took a giant yawn. Everything was so blurry. It was like drinking Hera's godly mead. The only good thing that she ever did. He crashed into a few chairs, mumbling, until everyone was standing around a stone satyr statue.

"That is Uncle Ferdinand!" Aster heard Grover say.

He looked over to a statue, it was moving, wasn't it, it was coming to him. It was going to hit him.

"Look away from her!" Annabeth shouted.

Who was her? There were no women, only that satyr statue. It had a massive gray aura from all the other statues combined. Was it supposed to be threatening, gray didn't threaten him anymore, gray was just dirtied white, just like Zeus and Athena. They were traitors and played dirty, no wonder they got assigned dirty white, those bastards. But he could see their faces into the statue, those infuriating gray eyes, he hated them and loved them. How dare they have eyes. Eyes were horrible. Snakes had no eyes. That was why he loved them. All they could sense was their hissing.

Hissing. He could hear hissing. Snakes?

He put his hand on the ground, trying to lift himself up. But his mind was so groggy. There had to be a warm and moist towel on his head, right? He lifted his hands to his head, feeling nothing unusual. It was just smooth, wavy hair. The courtyard was also wavy and smooth. The lights blended into waves of green, yellow, and blue. Like the auroras in Alaska. Those beautiful curves that dipped down to the Earth from the heavens. They were his creations, so maybe he could also touch these lights.

His head dropped. The lights were getting too blurry. The sounds were getting too loud for him. There were shouts from Grover and dark ramblings from a lady. It was like clanging from bells, or from metalwork shops. Like the forges of the Cyclops. What was happening?

He lifted his head up, forcing his eyes open. Aster shook his head, trying to get the auroras to straighten themselves and the statues to reduce in size. He saw Percy hiding behind a bench, Grover propelling forward with flying shoes with eyes closed. The woman from before was without a headscarf, so he could see her talons for fingernails and masses of rattling snakes for hair.

Medusa. He was looking at Medusa.

The first monster created after his absence. He had heard from Hestia that she was one of the byproducts of the rivalry between Athena and Poseidon after they disagreed over his banishment to the North. Medusa was strikingly beautiful, her eyes large, her lips bow-shaped, and her snakes were tightly coiled.

"I see you looking, Perseus," Medusa said, lips twisting upward. She stepped to the side, pushing a flying Grover away into a tree. "They can see you looking too, yet you haven't turned to stone. How will you explain to these demigods that you can see my snakes without becoming a statue?"

She jumped over Grover's next attack, but he got a lucky kick into her ribs. She coughed red blood, spitting it to the ground. It stained her lips, making her feral. "They don't know your true identity, but I do. I know that you are a child of Kronos and Rhea. You are the forgotten seventh child. You are a god."

Aster's heartbeat sped up. He saw Percy and Grover looking at him warily, Annabeth nowhere to be seen. The secret was out. The gods would definitely know now.

"I am not a god," he replied softly. "You're halfway there. But thanks. You'll be a hundred percent down in Tartarus once we're done with you."

Medusa laughed. She had a laugh like Cassiopeia, so lighthearted and child-like. It was lovely. "You are the eldest god, but you are naive to think that they will believe your lies. Only gods can see me and survive. And you must be the weakest god, since you were the quickest to succumb to the magic in my food. No wonder Zeus threw you off the mountain." Medusa spat on the ground.

Aster saw red. "Shut up! He didn't throw me off! I left whole! And I am not weak!" He gathered up energy in his hands, ready to blast white power and disintegrate her to shreds.

"You are weak. You will succumb to my magic yet again. Won't you, my possessive p-star?" The last sentence came from all around him, her voice as loud as a speaker and as sweet as honey.

The energy in his hands died down. He looked back up at Medusa, whose hair turned richly brown and eyes turned as dark as night. He could only see one woman. Was that who he thought it was?

"Cassiopeia?" he gasped.

His heavy eyelids closed, and he fell onto the hard grass. Thump!

Here is my ninth chapter of Lord of Alaska!

Aster took a rhomphaia as a weapon. Rhomphaias were weapons with a slightly curved single-edged blade attached to a pole, and they were about 28 inches long. The curve is in the direction of a scythe, not a sword. Here's an image: .

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