Chapter 4
Third Person POV
The six hundred demigods from Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter stood firmly in ranks as they gazed at the monster army that was approaching in horror. The front-liners, such as the Ares and Athena cabin stood in front with their spears and swords ready. Behind them, the more passive campers such as the Aphrodite and Demeter cabins stood, holding all sorts of eccentric "weapons". At the very back, the archers, along with the hunters of Artemis stood at the ready. All the gods stood in front of the campers in their chariots, watching as a mixture of empousai, hellhounds, and laistrygonians smirked at them. The monsters shifted impatiently as the demigods looked on with barely concealed fear at the sight of the army in front of them.
In front of the gods, Hermes suddenly flashed in, his face ashen pale.
"Well?" Zeus asked. "How many are there?"
Hermes nervously gripped his caduceus tightly before answering. "About 20,000 at the very least, including the Echidna and Chimera, the Colchis Bull, and the Minotaur. Behind them is another 30,000. And… they're being led by Hyperion, Krios, Atlas, and Kronos."
The other gods and the immortal campers in front paled. How on Earth would they have any chance against this army? Even if the gods revealed their true forms, the Titans would be able to prevent the army from being decimated by cancelling the power. There was simply no way they could win, even with the gods here.
Athena's eyes flashed with fear before they were filled with a steely resolve. "Do not tell the other campers of the numbers yet, nor of the other army. For now, they must have faith in the fact that they can hold off the attack, at least until Chaos's help comes."
The immortal campers nodded, their faces determined. They knew that they would most likely not survive, but they weren't going down without a fight.
In front of the army, Hyperion stood, his face filled with poorly concealed glee as he watched the gods wary expression. He knew that today, Olympus would fall. With the help from Tartarus and Erebus, there was no way they could lose. He raised his hand, halting the massive wave of monsters behind him.
"Demigods and Olympians!" He roared. "Surrender, and you will be gifted with an easy death! I am merciful, so I will give you one chance!"
Zeus stepped forward. "We will never surrender, Hyperion!"
"So be it." Hyperion grinned. He raised his hand. It stood poised like an obelisk, ready to fall. The demigods hefted their weapons and the gods shifted into battle stances. The tension in the air was so thick, it could've been cut with a butter knife.
Suddenly, a high keening whistle resonated through the air, breaking the tense silence. The whistle was shrill and lively, filled with happiness but also with a touch of danger. It sounded in the ears of everyone present. The campers winced, but their reaction was nothing compared to the reactions of the monster army. Hyperion watched in disbelief as the front lines of his army fell to the ground, bawling their eyes out and screaming in pain. Some of them even pulled out their own weapons and stabbed themselves, their screams filled with agony that seemed more emotional than anything. The campers could only watch in awe as the lines struggled to reform, half of the front lines obliterated already.
The campers watched in surprise as the whistle suddenly cut off. A girl stepped from the woods in between the armies. She wore a knee-length dress the color of a forest, and her skin was a pale ivory color. She had a slim, petite figure that seemed to exude power. From behind her back, what looked like long fairy wings flitted quickly, the milky translucent surfaces forming rainbows behind the girl and making her short red hair flow silently in the air. In her hand she twirled a small white twig. Her walk was confident, and she barely spared the campers a glance. She walked to the middle of the battlefield, and stood a few yards away from Hyperion, whose face was wary and confused.
"Well!" She chirped happily. "Looks like I got here first! Ha! Take that, Fall!"
Hyperion glared at her. "Who are you? Shut up!"
The girl stifled a yawn, waving the twig around. "Me? Hmmm, call me Ivory. Yeah, that sounds good!"
Then she grinned. "Let's not waste any time, shall we?" She said, flinging the twig into the air. She flew up, and as she snatched it out of the air, it transformed into a white staff the color of quartz, streaked with obsidian. The end of the staff held a dark, ebony crescent, and from that crescent, a dark energy with a jade aura was being emitted. The air around the girl was suddenly crackling with ozone and power, and the monsters stumbled backwards, breaking the line once again.
Spring grinned, ignoring the awestruck looks of the campers behind them. Then, with a quick swipe of her staff, Hyperion flew backwards, right into the middle of the army.
That was the cue. The monsters all rushed forward, screaming bloody murder. They were almost within striking distance when Spring's eyes suddenly glowed green. The monsters that were closest to her suddenly vaporized with a scream into the air.
Everything after that was a blur. The girl whirled around, slicing monsters to dust in an earthy whirlwind, the dirt flying around her in a beautiful fashion. Every time anything would try to come close to her, she would suddenly be swallowed by the Earth and reappear somewhere else or just randomly fly around. The gods and campers could only watch in disbelief as the monsters were completely thrown into disarray, each of them getting dizzy as the girl weaved in and out like a hurricane, causing destruction wherever she went, her staff pulsing with consistent multicolored flares.
"What the hell?" Thalia murmured as she observed the fight from her vantage point. She, along with the other archers wanted to help, but with the girl flying around at light speed, they couldn't risk hitting her. "Where do you learn to fight like that?" She muttered as the girl flipped backwards, dodging a javelin and kick-flipping a hellhound over her at the same time.
"She hasn't gotten a scratch yet." Artemis said as she stood beside Thalia. There was nothing she could do, for every time she so much as aimed a bow, the girl would be there, flashing in and out, then disappearing. The other hunters simply stood by, awestruck.
The other gods finally got out of their trance and charged. Just as they were about to engage the enemy though, the sun suddenly burst with light, the rays shining on them and blinding every one of them, including Apollo.
"Apollo!" Zeus growled, shielding his face from the light. "Stop this madness!"
"Not me!" The sun god cried as he struggled to get the sun under control. "I can't control it!" None of them saw Spring give an exasperated sigh.
Slowly, the sunlight faded. Everybody opened their eyes, blinking rapidly, but for some reason, there was a strange afterimage that lasted a few seconds. It was the image of a teen with an impish grin, a fedora on his head covering his eyes and nose.
When everyone could see, they noticed a boy on the ground wearing a plain black cotton shirt that had streaks of yellow on it, along with the words Got Light? printed across the front. He wore blue cuffed jeans, and the only noticeable quality about him was that seemed to have a slim frame, although curly black hair could be seen poking out from underneath the black fedora he wore. He was leaning on a deep black and yellow skateboard.
"You," Spring grouched, her face filled with disgust.
The boy threw back his head and laughed, a clear, euphoric sound. He seemed to be completely at ease, despite the fact that there was an army of monsters in front of him, blinking the light out of their eyes. "Me."
He pulled off the fedora to reveal golden eyes that seemed to swirl when the rays of the sun touched them. His lips pulled back into a feral grin, and despite the fact that the Olympians couldn't see his face, they stumbled as a wave of power and… familiarity rippled over them. They stared at the strange boy, intrigued, even Artemis, despite the fact that he looked like a skateboarder playboy.
Summer looked over at Spring, still grinning. "Miss me Sunshine?"
She scoffed in reply. "Do you even know how to fight? Last time I checked you were lazing on your butt the whole mission."
The boy's grin disappeared, replaced with a mischievous smirk. "Watch and learn, Sunshine. Ten drachmas says I get half the army." He said. He then snapped his fingers, and suddenly his forearms were encased in white and gold flames that rippled over his biceps. His hands glowed, rippling with power. He raised his left arm, palm facing the monsters. With a flash, a concentrated beam of pure light and plasma blew through a dracaena, making a hole in her breastplate. She wailed as she fell. Spring looked unimpressed as a whole line of monsters behind the dracaena suddenly collapsed, the beam going straight through every one of them without stopping. The gods and campers could only watch as the monsters beside those disintegrated yelped and stumbled backwards, desperately trying to avoid the light.
When a giant came close to him, he grinned before suddenly disappearing, a flash of light glaring in everyone's eyes, blinding them. He reappeared behind the laistrygonian before flipping the skateboard in his hands. A flash of light flew out, disintegrating the giant before it died down. In the boy's hands was a pair of fancy-looking nunchaku, coated in Celestial bronze and a strange type of silver that the Olympians couldn't identify. They watched as the flames rippled from his arms and over the nunchaku, and he took a large step forward, hurling the nunchaku. They flew through the army, flaming wheels of death that ripped through every monster in front of the boy in an oval shape before flying back into his outstretched hands. The boy laughed, and whirled the nunchaku in his hands expertly, lighting the rest of his body on fire before leaping straight forward and into the fray, leaving the Olympians to only watch in awe as the third Guardian obliterated anything close to him, leaving the campers and archers to pick off what they could.
By this time, the second army had arrived, parading formally before they saw the chaos on the hill. They could only watch in disbelief as their army was somehow already halfway decimated. At the forefront, obliterating the hordes of monsters were two warriors that seemed to blur right in front of the eyes of the eyes of the titans. One waded through the monsters, throwing bursts of light at them and obliterating anything close to him. Occasionally a 10 foot stream of white flame flew out from the boy, whipping through ranks of monsters before flying back to him. His wrists were constantly moving as he spun the nunchaku in an endless whirlwind, any monsters coming close to him being battered and clubbed to oblivion.
The other seemed to pop up in random places, her staff unleashing elemental magic and destroying whatever it touched. She fought using her whole body, floating in the air as she unleashed a barrage of kicks on a laistrygonian. She then ran it through with her staff before opening a trench underneath a squad of empousai, who screamed as they fell down into the trench, which then promptly closed over them.
The other Olympians had now joined the fight, although there was little left to do. The first army collapsed, losing any formation they had, and the demigods ran over them, overwhelming them.
Kronos growled as he watched the army fold in on itself. He gestured to Krios, who stood at the flank of the army.
"Archers!" Krios bellowed as the 6,000 empousai behind him pulled arrows from their quivers. "Fire!"
A cloud of arrows flew towards the demigod army. They raised their shields and locked them in a turtle formation as they braced themselves for the onslaught of arrows. They heard a yell of frustration and shock before they removed their shields and looked up only to see a storm of arrows frozen mere inches from their faces.
Both armies looked on slack-jawed as the arrows suddenly fell straight down in front of the campers, all momentum lost. The air around them was tinged a strange purple color and spurts of wind seemed to randomly breeze through.
"Well, what do we have here? Quite the doom and gloom it seems." Everyone in the clearing looked around wildly as the voice echoed in their ears. Everyone, that is, except Spring, who sighed for the second time that day. "Here we go again." She muttered.
Suddenly, the air sputtered and purple smoke appeared from nowhere, floating on the winds, drifting harmlessly over the heads of the two armies before they stopped right in front of the 2nd monster army. The purple shards spun slowly, forming into the figure of a girl with flowing hair. A purple glow was emitted, forming in a circle around the shards. The light faded slowly, and in its place was a girl in bootleg jeans and a brown and orange sweater. Her flowing dark hair swayed in the wind, and her deep brown eyes swirled with purple, glowing powerfully.
She raised her hands to her sides, palms facing the sky, and immediately a purple orb of energy appeared in each hand. The fourth season closed her eyes and immediately the two orbs pulsed, sending crescents of psychic energy through the air, ripping the barrier of physical and mental sight. The crescents looked like mirages at first, before they flew straight through the right flank of the monster army, disintegrating them in waves.
"Hey!" Summer hollered. "That's my money!"
"Deal with it." Autumn muttered, her eyes still closed. She slowly floated to the ground, a small twister of mind energy swirling around her. From the orbs flew a dozen purple daggers each, spinning around in a circle. She thrust her arms out, and the deadly purple whirlwinds churned through the monsters around her, obliterating at least a good few thousand as she ran forwards, fingers pressed to her temples. Nobody noticed the storm clouds brewing just at the edges of the hill, waiting to be unleashed, not even the Olympians, who didn't even bother to fight anymore, just watch the Guardians in action.
When there were about 15,000 monsters left, the temperature dropped drastically to a chilling 30 degrees. Everyone, even the Guardians tensed, looking around warily, just noticing the dark clouds surrounding the hill. The clouds seemed to form sinister shapes of wild beasts, struggling to hold back as they attempted to claw forward in short bursts.
Suddenly, they snapped. As if a rubber band snapped, the clouds all rushed straight to the middle of the field, causing everyone to cower suddenly as lightning flashed across the sky and thunder resounded deeply, vibrating the ground. Winds blew violently, blasts of cold tearing through both armies. The storm clouds raged violently for a second before they were brought back under control, slowly forming into the shape of a spiral, lightning dancing from tendril to tendril. The eye of the storm opened and a figure slowly drifted through, unaffected by the harsh winds or thunderous claps of lightning. As he descended, everyone could clearly make out an assassins garb, black and pale blue colors merging with the storm. On his shoulders and waist were pitch-black throwing knives, and at his hips were two sleek inconspicuous black Beretta Pico's.
Artemis growled under her breath. This was the man who was dropping hunters off at their camp! He was the one Chaos had enlisted to help? He actually dared to show up at her camp and disappear constantly for over 6 centuries!
When the person was about 100 yards away from the ground, he suddenly disappeared, falling so fast that it was as if he had vanished in thin air. The demigod's ears popped as the sound barrier broke, a sonic boom erupting around everyone, causing some of the more sensitive monsters to collapse in pain. The noise was followed by another, more thunderous sound as a mountain-sized cloud of dust flew through the air, engulfing the entire monster army.
When the dust faded away, a 50 foot shallow crater had appeared, all monsters even relatively close to it being disintegrated. A figure was crouched on one knee in the middle, his fist on the ground. Sticking out of his back were two large, 15 foot feathery wings that shimmered with sleek, black feathers. The tips of the feathers blinked an ice-blue color that twinkled dangerously in an enticing manner. A dark aura literally emanated from him, pale misty fog that was several degrees below zero drifting around him. The earth at his feet had frozen and frosted over.
The figure slowly stood up at a towering height of 6'4", revealing a strong build that was visible even through the hooded cloak he wore. His back was to the defending army.
Underneath the hood, Percy smirked. He had watched the battle unfold from the sky and he knew that the seasons were more than capable of handling the battle themselves. Just for fun though, he decided to step in. His cybernetic eye had already scanned the other guardians, but he was still pleasantly surprised to find out about Leo. He was the only person in his previous life who didn't betray him. Well, he wasn't there when the betrayal happened, but still... Anyway, time to have some fun.
The first season crouched and whirled around, his wings whipping in a 360 around him as he spun, the crater around him lightening and freezing slowly. A small maelstrom swirled around him, winds whipping around at over 100 miles per hour. As the Olympians watched in awe, spidery cracks appeared around the figure, spreading out from under his feet and seeping on and over the crater slowly. As the figure kept spinning, the cracks that were closest to him slowly filled with a hissing ice-cold liquid that steamed and covered the ground in a fine mist: liquid nitrogen.
The figure kept spinning until the ground under the whole monster army was a web of thin lines of hissing bluish quicksilver. When they stumbled back and tried to escape, a clear wall of thick ice formed around them in a massive dome, preventing them from escaping. The other seasons quickly flew out of the dome, Spring flitting away, Summer flying out on his skateboard cursing, and Autumn disappearing in a flash of purple light.
The second the seasons were out of range, the tornado in the middle of the dome suddenly pulled in on itself before bursting outwards with massive pressure. Immediately, all the monsters, even those in the air were slammed to the ground, their faces pressed into the Earth. With a wave of his hand, Winter caused the cracks to explode, widening massively and making smaller monsters fall in with excruciating screeches and inhuman cries of pain. The liquid nitrogen floated up and out in mesmerizing streams, encasing the whole dome in a fine white mist as they snaked through the air.
When the smoke cleared, the dome quickly melted, leaving only five figures standing. Winter stood in the middle of the now icy and frozen crater, his wings half-opened, surrounded on all sides by the four Titans that he had decided to leave standing. They trembled as the cold still hadn't lifted from them. Slowly, they all raised their weapons, Hyperion his sword, Krios his daggers, Atlas his javelin, and Kronos his scythe. They failed to notice the air rippling above them, or the other guardians that were smirking as they looked on from their vantage point in the sky.
"Who are you?" Kronos demanded, doing a poor job to cover the quaver in his voice. "Why are you helping these scum?"
Instead of answering, Winter smirked, something that made Kronos frown. He had seen that annoying smirk before somewhere. He was sure of it. Before he could dwell any more on the thought though, the Guardian in question unfurled his wings, taking off into the sky to join the other Guardians that were hiding smiles.
"What? Come back here, coward!" Atlas roared. "Come back here so that I may crush you beneath my-" Atlas was cut off as the four Titans were crushed by a large black mass that had suddenly appeared from nowhere. A large shuttle landed on them, completely flooring them and crushing them with nauseating squelches and cracks. Leo snickered. Oh, the irony.
Percy too, was trying to hold back a laugh, but it came out as a snort. Atlas must have been used to this, since he held the sky pretty often. And as for Kronos... well, he had been squished under a giant blue butt in the last war. This was just rubbing it in.
The Olympians and campers watched in sick fascination as long spikes suddenly protruded from the bottom of the massive black spaceship, erasing any doubts that the Titans might still be alive. The spikes popped back in with a shink. The white Chaos insignia on the side of the ship suddenly glowed, opening up a door in the hull. Everyone watched as a hooded figure bounced off the ship, before skipping over to where the Olympians stood open-mouthed. Upon closer inspection, underneath the cloak the girl wore a simple yellow T-shirt and jeans. For some reason, there were flecks of paint on her black cloak. This was the Lieutenant of Chaos Army.
The girl stood in front of the Olympians and campers, staring at the Guardians who floated down to ground level. Suddenly, she yanked off the hood, causing dark-red hair to tumble down her shoulders, revealing a familiar freckled face.
"So," Rachel Elizabeth Dare quipped. "What'd I miss?"
This story was written almost ten years ago, and then deleted. This is just a re-post of the files that were recoverable. This story is entirely abandoned, unlike my other story. So don't read if you don't want to just be left hanging dry.