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Perseus didn't think the plan would work. Some time ago, his mother had fallen into a slumber. He should have expected it honestly, she had gone up against the Gods, siring the Gigantes born to oppose each of the twelve Olympians. That was centuries ago. Just before Perseus left the void years ago, it was hard for him to go but it was necessary. He would avenge his mother. Those arrogant Olympians would be punished for their crimes. Perseus shook his head, clearing his head of those thoughts. He would get his chance but for now, he needed to stick to the plan. The plan was simple. Enter Camp Jupiter and help them defeat Mount Orthys. He was aware of the Greek Camp and would've gone there if it wasn't for the fact that Olympus overlooked the camp. It was too much of a risk. The Gods mostly ignored Camp Jupiter. It was arrogance on the Gods' part; something could happen to the camp and they wouldn't even know. After defeating his half-brothers, he would work on waking his mother, if possible. But if he couldn't then he'd wage war himself.
He popped out of the void in the middle of nowhere. He was sure to remove his aura and primordial scent. He was still immortal, but only partially. He changed his eyes to something more normal. He decided on black. He locked most of his powers away, keeping a limited power of destructive energy. He hoped he wouldn't have to use, that would destroy his goals, revealing who he was before it was time. The last time Perseus was on Earth was when the Giant War happened. His mother had recruited him to join her. It ended in a suffering loss, luckily, Gaea got him out of there. He looked around him, a broken-down house made of stone and wood. Perseus checked his senses, he was quick with him, and he felt nobody was there. Rustling broke Perseus out of his thoughts. He looked around, rather unscared.
"Who is it?" He asked, calmly.
Low growls erupted as large wolves appeared. A pack of them was behind her. The wolf stared at him as if it was trying to figure him out. Perseus smiled, as a way to look friendly.
Who are you? A demigod, perhaps?
"I'm Percy, something told me to come here," he said.
I am Lupa, the mother of Rome. I will train you to prove yourself worthy of Camp.
Perseus nodded.
You're training will be rough and starts now. Do you have a weapon?
He dug into his pockets and pulled out a ring. He held up the ring with two fingers. It was black but had a red jewel in the middle of it. He slipped the ring onto his index finger. Using his thumb, he clicked on the ring. It turned into a black sword, and the red jewel glowed on the handle. Originally it was the scythe, his scythe. He even gave it a name, Apollúōn, or destroyer. But for the sake of pretending, he turned it into a sword.
Lupa stared at the weapon. She hadn't seen it before, but it seemed rather familiar. It had some aura about it, one that radiated destruction. Lupa bared her teeth. She barked at four wolves. It was an order. The wolves pounced towards the boy. Percy smirked, confidently. Lupa exhaled, arrogance would be his downfall.
She expected that her wolves would take down this inexperienced demigod, quickly. So it was a surprise when the demigod smacked Billius, one of her wolves, with the flat of his blade. The wolf went flying into the air. He was airborne for at least ten seconds before crashing into the Wolf House. Lupa growled, angrily. She was shaken. Never had that happened before. Her wolves backed away, momentarily. Lupa snapped her jaw and the wolves jumped into the fight. Percy dodged the first wolf's paw. Lupa knew that their paws were clawed, and those claws were incredibly sharp. The boy spins away.
'Impressive...' Lupa thought, 'Perhaps he is good enough?'
Percy dodged another attack.
Perseus wished he could use his destructive energy to just put an end to these dogs. But he couldn't, not with Lupa there. He smacked a paw from scratching his face. These wolves were starting to get annoying. He got a break the wolves backed up, for one second. Perseus breathed, gripping his weapon tightly, and hit the first wolf—who had jumped at him—in the head. It crumpled to the ground with a whimper. The second hesitated for a split second before growling and launching itself at him. Perseus bared his teeth like a wolf. Perseus dodged the mouth of the wolf.
'That was new,' Perseus thought.
Hitting his hilt on the wolf, it fell flat on the ground. The last wolf was smarter. It did not leap at him. It backed up. Perseus raised an eyebrow. It was certainly surprising to see a wolf try to bait him. Unfortunately for the animal, he was not stupid. Perseus dropped his sword. It dropped on the grass. Perseus smiled, he was going to put on a show.
The wolf, seeing that he dropped his weapon, growled. It leaped at Perseus. It wasn't quick enough, he jumped out of the way. He jumped up to his feet. As soon as he got up, the wolf was all over him, nipping at his legs. A sneer found its way on Perseus's face. His hand came down on the wolf.
"Bad!" Perseus said, it was soothing. "Sit!"
Lupa let out a small growl, he heard. The wolf Perseus was fighting, shook its fur, and continued nipping. The half-immortal raised his hand and swiftly backhanded it. It had so much power that the wolf stumbled down to its side. Its chest rose slowly. Perseus looked at Lupa.
Not many can defeat my wolves on their first test. I have never done this before, but I believe you are ready for the combat part. You, now, must learn the ways of a Roman.
Perseus grinned. It was way too easy.
Perseus was good at being a Roman, too. He easily impressed Lupa with his knowledge and readiness to learn. He was quick to close off his emotions and get into political mode. Perseus grinned as he walked towards camp.
He was one step closer, now he had to gain the trust of the Romans.
The title changed the The Primordial of Destruction, in case you were confused.
Perseus enters Camp Jupiter soon!