When Hermês appeared within the Jackson family apartment, he almost fled. It reminded him too much of his May when the madness of the cursed oracle had not overtaken her. The woman—Sally—was bent over her kitchen counter with tears streaming down her face, a photo album at her side and a plethora of blue chocolate-chip cookies and tower of finger sandwiches.
(Finger sandwiches were not Lea's favorite food, but if she was here, then she could and would eat the entire tower by herself and half the cookies along with it.)
Since meeting Lea, he had not thought of his old lover, but he still ached for her, and her pain was his own. He thought of their boy, his Luke, and he kind of wanted to weep just as much as Sally Jackson. But he held to the hope that Luke would deviate from this path...that the murmurings from May about him saving Olympos would hold some weight even though he had his suspicions.
Hermês sighed, placing a comforting hand on the mother of his blessing. Sally Jackson startled, eyes widening and a small yelp sounding from her as she moved backwards. He said nothing, letting her gather herself as he took hold one of the cookies. He could not eat it for gods did not eat the food of mortals, but he needed something to distract himself with.
"Lord Hermês!"
He inclined his head, dragging the photo album to his side. Photography was a genius invention, and it went back to the days of the old with paintings and sculptures and engravings, but he rather like the photographs more. At least with proper skill, one could have them retouched whereas with paintings and sculptures it cannot be done lest the work was ruined. Looking over the photographs, he could understand his Uncle's words from last winter when he spoke of the change in Leaneíras. It was evident to see how the light in her eyes darkened over time until the spark no longer resided there.
"Your children are alive and well," he told her, noting how she sank with relief against the wall. "They are on the mend. Well, I know Perseus is. Lea is with her Father and he has denied all access to his realm, but her soul has not appeared on the banks of the Styx and Poseidón is not raging against the world, so it is safe to say she is still alive also." He would have mentioned that as long as her mark sat upon his skin, he would be able to tell, but since it had been blocked from him last winter—and he still wanted to know how— he could not find assurance in that.
"I—"
He looked up at her, giving the mortal a soft smile. "It is not much of a reassurance, I know, but it is all I have to offer." Όχι, he knew she would not find true peace until she set her eyes upon her children once more.
"And the police? They're camping out around the building."
That's right. He did remember something about the people that Lea called their extended family being doing their best to support her doing this time and even as they were also under scrutiny as the police felt that it was targeted attack. It had been only two years since the last time the twins had involved in a "kidnapping".
"We'll get it all under control," Hermês promised. No matter what how many of their little mortal laws he had to break.
After that embarrassing break down, her Father—and man, was it weird to say that—led her around the palace. They were in the royal wing, which was equipped with her Father's private office, private healing rooms, their private quarters, stables for their hippocampi, their private army and so forth. Her friends—whom she had so generously informed to be Magnus and Medea—were awaiting her in the guest quarters on the other side of the palace. How they ended up with her under the sea, Leaneíras did not know, but she was thankful that she had someone with her even if Magnus was still technically a stranger and Medea was...Medea was Medea.
It was when they were passing by the royal vault that she saw him.
She froze in place, eyes locked onto the body suspended in animation like Goku in the Rejuvenation Tank.
"Leaneíras?" Her Father asked before following her line of sight. "Oh."
He hesitated for just a moment before he led her in, and she came directly to a stop before Trent's floating body. This close she could feel the heat searing from the bubble and yet it also radiated a chillness similar to Pterophoros.
Her Father held his arms behind his back, gazing upon the contraption. "Your siblings have had a bit fun in the passing months since your rescue," he stated casually. "Random storms on an otherwise sunny day, no hot water after a long day, turning water into hellhound urine, sinkholes masquerading as small puddles." He chuckled lightly. "Of course, I have had my fair share of amusement also, stampedes more often than not wherever he passed and your friend, Medea, can inform you of the dalliance his family has suffered. And well, I know Hermês has had a hand in their misery also, but it all seems to pale in comparison to having him here in my mercy."
"What is it doing to him?"
"Ahh," he shifted a bit. "I believe tis boiling his blood and various organs while also freezing them brittle. I do not understand all the mechanisms myself, but I am told that it shall be reasonably painful."
Torture.
Trent was being tortured for what he did to her.
She wondered what it said about her that the thought of it made her sad.
"He will never be able to harm you again," her Father reassured her. "This I swear."
She swallowed around the sudden lump in her throat though she did feel an intense flash of anger. Where had he been when she was younger and wanted the protection of her Father? She had to settle for the people in her community because it wasn't like Gabe was going to do anything.
Leaneíras took a deep breath then nearly choked as she panicked before remembering that she could breathe underwater. The pranks that she could come up with? The possibilities were endless. She'd have to talk to Alabaster after he stopped being mad at her.
"A pity," she sniffed. "I was hoping to ask him about the spell he cast on my mind." Which should be impossible.
"Worry not," her Father said, waving his hand. Trent began to thrash within the tank. Leaneíras had to turn away from the sight. "I shall summon Lady Eurybiê, our head pharmakís. She will be able to deconstruct any spell that may have been placed upon you."
Now, where did she hear that name?
"Come, let us leave unpleasantry where it rots," he sniffed haughtily, a bit of sneer on his face as he looked at Trent. Leaneíras was hit with a sudden understanding of where her attitude came from. He steered her out of the room though before they could leave, she caught sight of a familiar looking item.
"Is that my staff thing? The one Tyson made me," she asked, titling her head in its direction.
Poseidon hummed, "It may be very well where he gotten inspiration from. Truthfully, this was what meant to be yours just as Anaklusmos was meant for Percy."
"What is it called?"
"Lævateinn," he informed her. "It first belonged to the goddess, Até; my brother, Ζεύς, first daughter. She is the goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin, and blind folly, rash action and reckless impulse who led men down the path of ruin. She also led both gods and men to rash and inconsiderate actions and to suffering. Ζεύς relinquished her ownership of it as he her to blame for binding him to Hḗrē's trickery which resulted in the loss of the birthright he intended for his son, Hēraklēs; to be lord over the Argives." Poseidon shook his head. "He cast her out of Olympos, and never permitted to return and gave it as a tooth-gift to Hermês who after a few disastrous arguments with his Father cast the staff into the sea."
A temper tantrum. Hermes threw a temper tantrum.
Forget her attitude inheritance. She was sitting on a goldmine of blackmail!
Her Father reached in to grab it. "The weapon that Tyson crafted you burned upon the explosion of Mount Saint Helens." Oh, that hurt. "I am certain that Tyson can make you another, but I believe this would be of more comfortable use."
He placed it into her hands, and she inspected it. It was a pale blue like a corpse yet it was so light in coloring that it could be mistaken for white. There were runes and ancient greek lettering engraved along the sides that glowed a pale green. "If you had combined this one with the one that Tyson crafted you, it would have been as the mortal say 'OP'."
Never say that again, old man, Leaneíras thought.
"Is this going to change into a pen," she questioned. She hoped not. She didn't like carrying her own supplies for class. How was she going to fit suddenly carrying a pen around?
To her surprise, Poseidon laughed. "Hmm, no, I believe that mechanism is better suited for your brother. Lævateinn has its own hidden form though unfortunately, I have no knowledge of it. You will have to learn it for yourself so think of it as an early birthday gift."
"Yes, Father."
He nodded his head. "Come, I will show you to the training grounds. I have a few more meetings to attend so I will have your friends brought to you and send Lady Eurybiê your way. Afterwards, I will have the healers look over you once more before sending you back to the surface. Hermês—" And his face scrunched into a bit of displeasure. "Has been restless since your arrival and I think it will be best to return you the surface land before he does something that would interfere with a thousand-year treaty."
The walk was not too far from the vault.
The space was an immense cavern of epic proportions, which housed a mixture of what appeared to be a barracks, armory, training center, and obstacle course all rolled into one. The marble flooring of the palace had changed into packed dirt. In the middle of the ground floor, a large flattened area provided training space, with various targets spaced in even rows throughout multiple locations. Both wooden and bronze weapons were clustered off to the side near each row of targets, ready and waiting for use.
The lighting was different also and she cast her gaze upwards to see that someone had spelled the ceiling to look like a spring sky, filled with billowing clouds and a brilliant sun. A monumental cliff comprised of ebony stones towered far above their heads, covering the majority of the left side of the cavern, and directly under it was massive obstacle course as if Jigsaw himself designed it. It had twisting paths, sheer drops, nauseating jumping puzzles, greek fire and regular fire raining down, mazes with disturbingly mobile greenery.
"LEA!" came a voice behind her before she went down with oof! and spat such an inventive curse that two voices dance around each other in laughter. "My mother takes offense to that," the one above her laughs.
"My mother wouldn't," another states not too far away from them. "But I bet the horse would!"
Leaneíras twisted as best as she could to see Medea above her. She was wearing a bubble around her head as if she was Sandy from SpongeBob and would you look at that... she was dressed similar to Leaneíras this time. "You're okay." The girl smiled in relief. She laughed lightly, tears streaming from her face as she clutched Leaneíras tighter in her arms. Leaneíras swatted her arms weakly as she was being suffocated by the girl's breasts. "Gods, you've changed more clothes than a model."
"I don't think she can breathe," came that familiar voice once more from behind them. Medea loosened her hold and Leaneíras breathed in a deep gulp of air? water? whatever. She twisted to see Magnus leaning on his sword like a cane as he smiled nervously at them.
A part of Leaneíras wondered why he was there and not with his cousin, but the bigger part of her had more important concerns like...
"How are you breathing underwater," Leaneíras demanded of Magnus. Indeed, unlike Medea, he was not wearing an air bubble.
The boy gave another nervous smile, glancing about the training grounds. "Um, Sumarbrandr." He held up the sword in his hands. "It's what this thing is called. Well, I call it Jack, but um... he can talk."
"What," Leaneíras said dryly.
Medea snickered.
Magnus nodded though there was a bit of exasperation in his eyes as he looked at it. "Jack is a sentient blade; he has the ability to speak and understand human language and a lot more. He's been talking to me since, um, Hyperborea."
"Well..." Leaneíras drawled, sharing a look with Medea who nodded in encouragement. "It's nice to meet you, Jack?"
She was talking to a sword. Oh, how far the mighty had fallen.
Though that if anything just led more credence to his alien parent being Hephaestus.
"Magnus Chase," her Father stated from the doorway. The three of them looked up. "Come with me."
"Um... Father?" She winced at how utterly young she sounded.
"It shan't take long. A conversation between men. You are two years away from fifteen, are you not boy?"
Medea coughed. Leaneíras snickered. The girl turned fifteen back in March. Magnus nodded slowly.
Leaneíras turned him. "It's fine, Magnus. You are a guest in his home. Kings have this whole hospitality thing going on. It's rude to harm their guest. Consequences from the aliens type of thing."
Poseidon sighed deeply. "We are not aliens, Leaneíras."
"That's what an alien would say."
He rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his lips and aliens above, it reminded her so much of herself and Percy.
It was a bit unnerving if she was being honest. She needed a new face.
Or, they did. She was quite fond of her own face, thank you very much.
She shrugged when Magnus looked at her. Leaneíras was barely strong enough to stand on her own two feet. How would she be able to stop the alien-god in his own territory?
The two of them walked into the direction of the royal vault and Leaneíras turned to look back at Medea. "How did you two get here because I know that Percy and I told all of you to get away?"
"And from prior experience, that usually meant the two of you were up to no good."
"What," she spluttered. "No, it doesn't! Name one time."
"That time the two of you set paint bombs off in Mr. Coulson's office and if we didn't come back to get the two of you, Mr. Grant would have caught you two."
Leaneíras rolled her eyes. Mr. Grant wasn't even suppose to be on that side of the school.
"When Percy started the food fight in the cafeteria and you poured the spoiled milk down Nancy's pants, and if it weren't for me coming back, then Ms. Dodds would have caught you doing it."
Leaneíras pursed her lips. Well, Ms. Dodds was an actual monster so that wasn't a fair example.
"When you put itching powder on Mr. Brunner—"
"Okay," she interrupted. "You've bailed us a couple of times. Woohoo. That doesn't explain how you got close enough to get caught in the spell or the lava? There was something about lava too."
"You and Percy," and here, Medea started to sound a bit uneasy. "The telekhines were throwing lava at the two of you. Your shield fell. Percy stood in front of you and took the brunt of it, but...but you just blanked out. Your eyes turned all glowy and green from discharging magica. The two of you were screaming loudly. I fought through with my own powers and Magnus sword can fight on its own and it cut through the monsters until we were close enough to touch. I—I wouldn't be surprised if the two of you had flattened the volcano all together."
Leaneíras winced. She just couldn't stop doing natural disasters could she.
"I think that was mainly your brother though. The volcano eruption followed his scream, I think. And then your scream brought down tornado except it was more like lightning in the shape of a tornado, I don't know. Everything was so hot and there was a lot of green light and pure energy wafting around. We ended up so far in the sky we could almost touch the heavens and..." She shook her head. "And then we crashed in the middle of a council meeting and if it weren't your Father, I would've been crushed by the pressure." Her gaze moved back towards the door where the two of them left. "And Magnus had been burnt badly from the lava so he had to be rushed off to the healers and you rushed out to another set of healers and... and I sat at his bedside for almost a week and then once he woke up and was able to leave, we sat at your side when we were allowed. Your dad didn't want you to wake up alone."
Ha. Funny how that turned out.
"Were you hurt?"
"I wear a small protection spell that rebounds any damage that I get onto the nearest enemy depending on how harmful it is." Now that sounded like a spell that Leaneíras needed and also a reminder to apply the protection spells that Alabaster and Lou Ellen demanded she place every time she left the safety of her room. "I imagine a few telekhines would be experiencing enough third-degree burns until they vanquished themselves." And then a bright yet pain smile appeared on her face. "The few mages, well the healers mostly, showed me a few things also. Ways to strengthen my healing and protection spells. I could probably step back from being a battle-mage and become a healer." There was a soft smile on her face and Leaneíras remembered absently that the girl did want to become a doctor. She wondered how that worked because it really sounded like she was going to use her mageia to heal people and probably pretend that she came up with some secret remedy.
Leaneíras wondered why every moment she looked at her... she was reminded that this girl was her friend. Her best friend in a way that even Drew had not come close. The first person outside of her Mother and Brother that gave her a spark of life in a world void of color... And then Leaneíras remembered that this girl was Trent's sister... the one who wanted Leaneíras to be his puppet and wondered why Leaneíras had spat in his face and told that she would dig his granny up and slam her bones til they shatter.
Leaneíras had every right to destroy him and paint her eyelids with his blood to carry the sight of his death into her dreams.
She did.
But now Leaneíras was presented with the fact the boy was dying; tortured because she went crying to daddy.
And she didn't even get to feel happy about him getting his comeuppance.
Leaneíras turned away.
"I'm going to check on them," she said. "Stay here. Some healer person is suppose to come." Leaneíras quickly walked out of the room; well as quickly as her weaken body allowed to make her way around the palace. She was a bit too weak to cast out a sensory spell, but at the same time she didn't really need to. Poseidon radiated power so strongly it was like he had his own gravitational field.
The two of them were back in the vault. There were two guards stationed outside of it now and they bowed to her as she approached. Leaneíras blinked, but said nothing as she scurried passed them. Trent's pod was no longer shining, hidden away in a dark corner. She approached it slowly. Medea was searching for him and Leaneíras was saying nothing about the simple fact that he was there... so close and yet so far because she really doubted that Poseidon would let the boy go.
Leaneíras shook her head, turning away and wondering where Magnus and her Father disappeared to. She kept going, taking in the strange mementos crowded in the room. It was like a museum; things that existed from the beginning of time and would last until the end. All of it gazed out at her. Weapons, armors, crowns, jewels. She continued on seeing names from so-called gods in other mythologies; things that were confiscated from them and when. She saw a section that was basically a "baby firsts" if the baby was a bloodthirsty hooligan.
"Baby's first decapitated head" was a bit much if she was being honest.
Near the back, she could hear the sound of her Father speaking and she crept a bit closer.
The two of them were standing before rows and rows of swords and spears and all other kind of weapons that belonged in a renaissance fair.
"This sword is called Skofnung, and I will like you to have it." Skofnung was a double-edged blade kept in a sheath, and Magnus unsheathed it, Leaneíras could see that it was made of cold, gray iron, with runes on its central ridge that glow multiple shades of blue, from permafrost to vein blood. As he shifted the blade in his hand to get a better grip on it, wisps of ice cold vapor twist from its edges, and it continually radiates a frigid darkness.
"Me? But... sir, um... why?"
"The sword can only be wielded by those who are descendants of Swedish nobility but the sword is not to be drawn in the presence of women," Leaneíras could almost hear the smile in her Father's voice. "Tis why your cousin, Annabeth, would be unable to have it though her younger cousins may also be able to use alongside your uncles. Also, the sun must never shine on the sword's hilt."
"Sir..."
"Every good solider has a second weapon to fallback on. My son, Percy, has his sword and shield that his brother crafted though he tends to get destroy it. He also has his own natural power. My daughter, Leaneíras, has her mageia. Her ring which stores some of it and the staff that she now owns is used a conduit. She could theoretically use her own natural power, but it would seem that she has no care for it outside of complete emergencies." He shook his head as he looked at the weapon. "I know not where the stone used to sharpen it with. That may be something that you'll have to consult the auguries with when you get to your destination. Nevertheless, Skofung has a terrible history that I will not bore you with, but hopefully, you can give it a new destiny."
"I don't know what to say. Thank you, um, sir."
"Think of it as a gift from the House of Poseidón," the being smiled. "I know no other that jumped onto the back of a telekhine and willingly threw themselves into lava for her protection."
"She, um, saved me. Her and Medea."
"Leaneíras will not see it that way," Poseidon said. "But nevertheless, I am glad that she has found you. True friends are hard to come by as I am sure that you overheard on your venture from the North."
"Something about Medea's brother?"
"He was a dear friend to Leaneíras. One of her most trusted companions, a pillar of strength that she could always lend on even though she had been so indifferent to him upon their first meeting."
"And he betrayed her."
The god inclined his head. "He turned the very mageia in her bones against her and forced her to withhold the heavens onto her back with mutterings to assault her mind until she came to heel at his feet."
"Oh..."
"I trust that you will be a better friend to her than he," her Father stated pointedly. Magnus nodded his head frantically. "Good. My daughter is wise beyond her years. She and her Brother both, influence from their Mother no doubt. But the difference between the two, is that Percy allows himself to be a child whereas my Leaneíras still seems to suffer from it. She has made other friends that have brought her out of her shell, but I fear—" He shook his head. "I wonder somedays what happened to the silly little girl that used to cry because her shadow was following her?"
Leaneíras felt her cheeks redden. One: why was he telling people that and Two: how did he even know that?
Poseidon sighed turning back to the boy.
"Like my children, you have a great destiny ahead of you to be a hero."
"A hero," Magnus murmured bitterly. He shook his head, looking down at his hands. "I don't believe in fate or destiny, sir. If I was some big hero, why couldn't I save my mom?"
"You remind me of my son, Percy," the god said. "He, too, faced a similar issue, but the thing about fate, Magnus: even if we can't change the big picture, our choices can alter the details. That's how we rebel against destiny, how we make our mark. What will you choose to do? Will you mope and her let death be in vain or will you rise up, avenge her and let your enemies know that they have not broken your spirit?"
"I—"
"And as for your divine parent, they are one of the deities of the Mysteries whose initiates were promised the path to a blessed afterlife. Your mortal mother, Natalie Chase, knew them by another name."
"What was it?"
"I believe you already know."
There was a pause. "Freyr." Magnus said after awhile. "The ship and this sword. I recognize the rune from my uncle's things. And you said that Skofnung could only be used by sweden nobility. They worshipped the norse gods."
Poseidon nodded, a proud smile on his face. "There are no other gods of this world other than my family. Everyone else, even the Archangels, are just different aspects of us. The Norse pantheon in particular had been created on accident." He gave a little laugh. "My nephews; Hermês, Dionysos and Apóllōn, had a bit too much to drink and so the tales that they weave using names from beings across our pantheon became a bit confusing though they were still somewhat cohesive."
"Do you know who my parent is?"
"I do," Poseidon said. "And they await you in the surface land. Truthfully, they and your mother had plans to inform you of the truth when you turned fifteen for that it when you become a man alas..." He trailed off and Magnus tightened his hand around the sword.
Leaneíras backed away carefully, making her way slowly but surely through the vault once more until she found the exit. A different set of guards stood there; they too bowed to her and she kept her unease from showing at that instead scampering back off to the training rooms where Medea was staring star-eyed at the person within.
"Um..." Leaneíras said as the woman bent towards her friend and inspected her as if she was interesting bug. The woman turned to her then, dark haired as if she somehow managed to trap the shadows of the deep sea into her braids. There were what looked to be tribal marks across her skin that danced and moved of its own accordance, but as Leaneíras looked closer, she realized that it was not tribal marks — which was good because Leaneíras did not know any folklore tales — but spells and accolades that moved around one another.
"An honor, my princess! I am Eurybiê, daughter of Gaea and Pontos. Sister of the Seas' Old Men. Wife of Kreios. One of the two most trusted advisors of King Poseidón for I have power over, and mastery of, the sea. That is the lot I was gifted and the lot I have cared. I am the goddess with a heart of flint."
Leaneíras blinked. "Um, I am Leaneíras, daughter of Sally Jackson and Poseidon. Sister of Percy Jackson."
The goddess smiled as if she knew what all that Leaneíras was not saying. "In knowledge of the old ways you may yet be a novice compared to I, my princess, but surely, you can sense the way that reality bends to your will. You were khaos like a cloak. The sea, the skies, the dead, and the earth... the energies of the world are yours to command."
Leaneíras stared at her in dismay. That was the sort of creepy ass shit you heard in movies.
"You have lived and will live a long life. A world walker of the hidden paths. Tis no wonder you are the blessing of Argeïphontes."
Considering she was only the blessing of Hermes, she clearly meant him.
And of course, it all circled back to him.
"Alas, that is not why I have been called here," she smiled, eyes turning a beautiful pale green. "Your Father wishes for me to inspect a spell on your psyche?"
Leaneíras nodded her head. "I have wards that keep people from messing with my mind. One that's held in place by the River Styx, your Mom, and her ex-husband that she put a hit out on, but someone had been manipulating it."
"Very well. I shall check it." She stepped closer to Leaneíras who tripped on her feet stumbling backwards.
Hands clasp onto her shoulders and her gaze moved upwards to meet startlingly familiar eyes. "Be at ease, my daughter. No harm shall befall a child of Poseidón; not in his own home."
She kept her mouth shut, watching as the goddess drew closer, no mageia could be seen around her, but Leaneíras could see feel the depth of it... stronger and surer than even her Father; drawing her to it like a moth to a flame.
And... and...
And Leaneíras sat still as Lady Eurybiê hummed and tilted her head this and that way. The power skated over and danced within her and curled around her. If Leaneíras wasn't so tired, she would have loved to examine it. The goddess nodded, stepping back to look at her Father. "Tis the work of a deity." She looked back at Leaneíras. "Your mental barriers are strong and fighting against it. It shall fade away in time. You may have heard or seen something they do not want you to know about, but your mental barriers are strong and fighting against it. I reckon it will not be long before it falls completely."
"You cannot take it away?" her Father asked in concern.
Lady Eurybiê gives a twitch of her shoulders that's clearly her elegant version of a shrug. "I could, but her mind is already doing so. I am also not a fan of adding too much strain to her mind. Mortals are fragile, you know." The goddess gazed at Leaneíras for a bit longer. "Though I have a few things that may be able to provide some assistance. It shan't take me long to gather them and they can be on their way.
"Very well," her Father stated, inclining his head and the goddess immediately swept away. "I must take my leave now lest I be late for my meetings." He turned towards Leaneíras. "When Lady Eurybiê is finished, I will have someone escort you to the closest temporal exit so that you all may return to the surface." He stepped closer to her. "And do speak with your Mother, my child. She is understandably distraught."
"What about Percy?"
An expression of pure rage and madness danced across his features before carefully hiding itself away. "Your brother's recovery is finishing up and he too shall be on his way home. Now I really must go."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and nudged her back to where Magnus and Medea stood still.
They watched as he turned to leave.
Leave just as he did fourteen years ago.
He was five steps away when he stopped and turned to call out, "Leaneíras."
She looked up at him.
There was a different light in his eyes, a fiery kind of pride. "You have done well, Leaneíras. Never misunderstand me. Whatever else you do, know that you are mine. You are a true daughter of the Sea God."
WORD COUNT: 5385
WORDS TO KNOW:
1) Argeïphontes - meaning "slayer of Argus". An epithet of Hermês. It's actually his more famed surname like the way Phoibos and Pallas belong to Apóllōn and Athênê.
THINGS TO KNOW:
1) A tooth-gift is a gift given to an infant on the cutting of the first tooth.
2) Até is the daughter of Eris according to Hesiod, but according to Homer, she is the eldest daughter of Ζεύς. I decided to combine them for my own amusement. And it works simply because Hesiod mentions no Father and Homer mentions no mother, so they just stepped into the roles.
3) In Norse mythology, Lævateinn is a weapon crafted by Loki mentioned in the Poetic Edda poem Fjölsvinnsmál.
3A) Lævateinn has variously been asserted to be a dart (or some projectile weapon), or a sword, or a wand, by different commentators and translators.
3B) Others prefer to regard it as a magic wand (seiðr staff) which I don't agree with since Loki held contempt for seiðr in the myths.
3C) But here, it is the combined shaped of a trident and ancient kērū́keion with sharpened ends.
Searching for Location - Location Found:
1) Percy is on Calypso's Island
2) Drew and Annabeth, Bomon and Salome are back at Camp Half-Blood
3) Lea, Magnus, and Medea are devotin', Full time to floatin', Under the sea
COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:
1) Fun Fact: In my notes and drafts, Lea was just suppose to naruto-punch Poseidón. There was note to myself to style the scene as a big screaming match like Mal and Hades from Descendants 3 except without all the singing.
2) May Castellan is a character that I feel so bad about because we hear nothing else about her after TLO. Like is she okay? Is she alive? Did the visions stop once the oracle moved on?
3) "But why is Lea getting all these gifts? It's more than Percy!" Well, Lea is more of a political chess piece than Percy. Not to mention, gods had just about everything and then some. Since the gods are all under the common thought that she will ascend and be with Hermês, they might as well do it now.
3A) Not that it truly matters for what I have planned for the sequel.
4) So I read on the wikia, that Magnus has a few gifts related to like read the minds of the distressed fish in the water and some boat didn't capsize was due to him being the grandson of Njǫrðr when he released Jörmungandr so this a play on that.
4A) Okay, so in the wikia, says that Njǫrðr's powers are inheritable to his grandchildren to some degree, unlike other gods. And since he is the norse god of sea, i wanted to acknowledge that in a way that also fit this verse.
5) LOL, so now you all see how the Norse gods came to be and its similar in all other religions! Say thank you Hermês, Dionysos and Apóllōn.
5A) It gets a little complicated with the pantheons that were older than Ancient Greece like Ancient Egypt so I'll just say those were the primordials and/or titans.