Welcome to Lord of Alaska! Sorry if this fanfic has mistakes. I will try to revise and edit as much as possible. Disclaimer: The characters and places that you know belong to Rick Riordan, everything else is mine.

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Aster was ready for a fight. Specifically, he wanted to play Capture the Flag. All of his observations told him that nobody was disloyal enough to steal the Bolt, and his situation was stagnant. Nothing was happening in camp, and he needed victory and blood. If he had to be here to save the world, he needed to have fun.

He had tried to watch Percy Jackson, but his failures were getting boring. Him learning Ancient Greek was boring, stumbling through archery was boring, although enjoyable, and foot racing was a dumb concept to begin with. The only stimulating part was the demigod sword fighting because he had beaten Luke, the best swordsman in the camp, on the second try. Everyone was shocked and silent, and so was the god. He had never seen that trick pulled so effortlessly. It was abnormal, magnificent, extraordinary. Percy could become the best swordsman in camp, in the world! With a little bit more training, he might even rival a god.

But on the third try, Percy was disarmed by Luke. Aster grimaced and walked away. He had gotten his hopes up. Of course, he was too much of a dreamer, too detached from the real world. It was the same thing that had happened when they kicked him out of Olympus. He hadn't seen or listened to the warnings and discontent. It had caught him as a surprise, and he was thrown away. And because Hestia still talked to him and Dionysus became a god, she was kicked off the council. But she didn't get exiled because she was loved because she cared and made friends with gods while he gallivanted in Armenia—

Bump! "Sorry!" exclaimed Olivia.

A pile of green papers laid on the grass, and Aster could see D&D in bold at the top. Normally, he couldn't care, but he would not make the same mistake twice. He would make friends. He looked back up and asked, "What's that for?"

"Joining the dungeons and dragons club. You know, D&D. We're planning to meet weekly in the main lounge on Friday mornings. Would you like to join?"

"I don't know much about it, but I'll pass it on. Could I take a few flyers?"

"Sure!" Olivia picked up the papers and gave five to the god. Before they could walk in separate directions, the bell for dinner rang. Sighing, he walked with the demigod to the dining hall. He was hoping for some alone time, but things had to happen.

Dinner passed. Aster burned food to himself and Hestia, feeling the giant burst of energy, and pretended the burst of energy came from him eating. He would definitely burn food for himself in Alaska.

Then the conch horn rang, and everyone stood up. Annabeth brought in the flag for Athena with a barn owl and olive branches, and Clarisse brought in the Ares flag with a spear and a boar. He hoped Hermes had sided with Athena, and after a quick glance at Luke's smile, he was right.

"Those are the flags?" he heard the son of Poseidon ask from behind.

Aster turned around and nodded. But before he turned back around, he added, "Ares and Athena usually lead the teams, from what I've heard."

"So, if another cabin captures one, what do you do—repaint the flag?" the demigod asked. As expected, the son of Poseidon got more interested. Aster was doing well in making relationships! See, Hestia, he wasn't helpless!

"You'll see," replied the god. "We've temporarily allied ourselves with Athena, and you're going to help."

Aster didn't need godly senses to feel the shivers running through Percy. After Chiron made the announcement, he grabbed an ox-hide shield, a sword, and a blue-feathered helmet. Ares had red.

"We're supposed to use these?" Percy asked with raised eyebrows.

The god looked back, and wondered how he had lived for twelve years without getting skewered. "Unless you want to get skewered by Clarisse. Here, Chiron thought these would fit. Luke's told me you'll be on border patrol."

Percy took the shield offered and grimaced. Aster smirked and knew he had played his cards right. He didn't know that the demigod would be on border patrol, but knowing about Annabeth's (true) suspicions, being on border patrol was a test. A test for his heritage. And if the demigod passed the test, a hovering trident would appear over his head. If he failed, Aster would munch on more popcorn.

Aster ran forward, losing Percy to the crowd of blue-plumed helmets. Time to fight!

The Athena cabin won, but it was Luke from Hermes who got the laurels and praise. Aster didn't have to use any powers to foresee it; Clarisse was too busy diverting manpower from the flag to beating up Percy. Pride, what a deadly sin.

Everyone was praising Luke, and Aster could tell he was enjoying it. He was enjoying the power a bit too much, but was it enough to crave the power of Zeus' Master Bolt? Aster didn't think so, but he would put the demigod under more supervision.

The god looked away from Luke and onto the creek with the son of Poseidon. He was surrounded by three unconscious Ares campers and a rambling Clarisse holding a broken spear. Percy had passed the test. It was only a matter of seconds until he got claimed, Aster was sure. And the demigod was arguing with Annabeth over the 'trap'.

Percy walked out of the creek. The water tried to grab him from behind, waves lapping forward. Percy's shoulders dropped, his knees weakened, and he leaned on the daughter of Athena. She had to know his heritage. It was no question now.

Growl!

The hooting stopped. A shaggy black monster the size of a truck looked at Percy with bright red eyes. Aster could tell it was a hellhound immediately. The ones in Alaska were amicable to him, but this one was looking for death. He didn't normally like killing monsters, but c'est la vie.

"Percy, run!" the daughter of Annabeth yelled.

But it was no use. The monster jumped, the son of Poseidon couldn't get out of the way in shock, and Chiron's arrow was not into his bow. With some quick godly thinking, Aster multitasked. He pushed the monster back as much as he could, not completely—he was a god, not the God—and he took Chiron's arrow and speared it through the hellhound telepathically.

Poof!

A sweat broke on Aster's forehead. But it worked. The hellhound was nothing but shadow, Percy was still standing and breathing, although his armor was shredded, and before Chiron could wonder how the arrow killed the hellhound without coming from a bow, the god blocked his mind of the thought.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth whispered. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't ... they're not supposed to …"

"Someone summoned it," Chiron said. "Someone inside the camp."

Aster scanned the demigod campers. Most of them were thinking and feeling scared for themselves, that they could be killed by one of their own, others were feeling sorry for Percy Jackson, and some were like him searching for the culprit.

But the god could sense a last sense: guilt. Someone was guilty. Someone was guilty for summoning the monster and almost murdering Percy. But why? Before Aster could dissect who was feeling guilty, everyone's directions changed to shock and awe.

"My father?" the son of Poseidon asked.

"Poseidon," Chiron boomed. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."

It was boring now, more boring. Aster had gotten some enjoyment from Percy's failures as a camper, but now that he was gone to cabin three, things around him were vanilla gray. He had tried to find out who was feeling guilt, but it was gone. No trace left. He only knew that it came from the cabins allied with Athena, most likely Hermes. And it didn't help that Hermes had dozens of campers. He was on the verge of just absconding to Alaska, but he had invested too much in the demigod camp to not do something.

Percy had tried to talk to him a few times, and Aster had engaged in some small talk, but that was it. The god didn't want to become the only shoulder the demigod cried on due to his loneliness. And Aster did not interfere with fate, because things were bigger than Camp Half-Blood. They were as big as a war between two Olympians and the fate of the world. He couldn't interfere with the Fates.

Aster was in the middle of training with Luke. While he was at camp, he wasn't not going to take advantage of the resources they had. The only time he had practiced sword fighting was when fighting the Titans, and he didn't want to be caught off guard. If his father was ever able to make him lose his powers, he didn't want to see the results.

"Aster!" Kai shouted as the god was taking a break, his face sweaty and breathing hard.

"What?"

"Chiron needs you in the Big House. Something to do with Percy Jackson."

Something was happening. The feeling of tiredness evaporated with curiosity. Interesting. "Let me wash up my face," he said.

Aster washed his face in the bathrooms and walked into the Big House. He demurely said hello to Dionysus, not wanting to risk the chance of him being recognized, and saw Percy Jackson, Chiron, the satyr Grover, and the demigoddess Annabeth. He swimmed through Percy's mind, which was full of the wonder and intrigue of a quest. Even more interesting.

"Aster," Chiron said with creased brows, glancing back at the son of Poseidon. The demigod nodded. "Percy has received a quest from the oracle to rescue the Master Bolt. He has asked for you to be a part of it. But beware, we suspect Hades has the Bolt. So you will be traveling to his domain, the Underworld. What do you think?"

Aster could not hide the shock on his face. Percy Jackson wanted him on the quest? They weren't even friends. But as he saw the demigod's anxious face, he realized that Percy had little friends. Aster felt a twinge of empathy spark in his heart, one he quickly schooled with an emotionless face. He was not going to relate with Percy Jackson. He would not befriend the son of the god who threw him out. Sons were made to echo their fathers. He had sworn he would never forget that.

But nevertheless, Aster knew that he wasn't going to say no just because Percy's father had wronged him forever. Hestia and Hades had taught him otherwise three weeks ago at his palace. This was about the safety of the world and the existence of the North. And this was the perfect opportunity. This was a chance to leave the stagnance of Camp Half-Blood without abandoning his time here. If he said no, there would be no choice but to go to Alaska. If he said yes, he could make a difference. He could be a part of something, instead of remaining isolated like the past thousands of years. So there was no question. But he couldn't say yes without a warning.

Hestia, Aster telepathically said.

Silence.

Hestia! Percy Jackson has asked me to come on the quest to find the Master Bolt.

What will you say? his sister finally replied. What about finding the traitor in Camp Half-Blood?

At the rate the search is going, Kronos will have risen when I find them. That demigod is a very good spy and traitor.

So you're saying yes?

Yes. I had already decided; this was just to warn you. You can have another god monitor the campers, but I will handle the questers. You don't need to worry. And the camp suspects Hades as the one who possesses the Bolt, so we may pass through the Underworld.

I will tell him. But this will be different from your duties at the camp, Percy. The gods will be watching you. You must be on your guard.

I know, sister.

And, you will have to connect with the questers and befriend them. That's what mortals do. You will reveal your cover if you don't.

… I know. I will try.

Bye, brother.

Bye, sister.

"Aster, will you join me—the three of us—on the quest?" the son of Poseidon asked.

"I will," the god replied, smiling.

"A quartet," Percy said. "That'll work."

"Excellent," Chiron said. "This afternoon, we can take you as far as the bus terminal in Manhattan. After that, you are on your own. Now, I think you should all get packing."

Lightning flashed. Rain poured down on the meadows that were never supposed to have violent weather. But Aster didn't care. Zeus could suck his dick. He was ready to pack and leave for the quest.

Here is my eighth chapter of Lord of Alaska!

News: I will be working on this story more than Greek meets Roman because I like Lord of Alaska more. It's newer, has more of an outline, and has more viewers and interactions, so don't be surprised. The older fanfiction feels like a bit of a dud, and I feel like I've lost the reins of that story.

I like this chapter very much. I have started making characterization notes for both stories, and we are more than a third of the way done with The Lightning Thief. I will be skipping some monster scenes because a fourth quester changes little, and soon, we'll be in the Underworld!

Have a great day and let's all Mystify!