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Ok before I get into it, tell me how in Tartarus does this fic (which only had 1 chapter released) have more follows and favourites than TWO OF MY OTHER PJO FICS? Seems like you guys really like this, so here's a chapter!

Who really is Perseus? How does he know Zoë? Find out...

CHAPTER 2: GRIEF

The museum's lights flickered back on, casting their sterile glow over the chaos that had unfolded. The remnants of the shattered coffin lay scattered across the floor.

Perseus stood among the wreckage, his sword still glowing faintly.

Perseus's gaze swept over the group. "I do not fully understand this world, but I sense that danger lurks still. What is this place?"

Grover stepped forward, trying to offer some semblance of normalcy. "This is the Air and Space Museum. We're in the heart of modern America, far from the Greece you once knew."

Perseus raised an eyebrow. "America? This is a new land to me. But if it is under threat, I shall defend it as I would my own."

Zoë nodded. "Your presence here may not be by chance. The great stirring…"

Thalia, still processing the surreal situation, took a deep breath. "Alright. We need to figure out what's behind all this. We've got bigger problems than a single monster."

"Like the literal Titan Lord?" Grover said nervously.

Perseus stopped in his tracks. "Titan Lord?"

Grover shifted uneasily. "Yeah, you know, Kronos? The guy who almost destroyed the world?"

Perseus's eyes narrowed, a flicker of recognition passing over his face. "Kronos… the Titan who was defeated in the ancient war," he said in Greek. "The Titan I fought. You speak of him as if he still poses a threat."

"Well I don't know how to say this," Thalia grimaced. "But Kronos is… rising."

His expression darkened as he processed Thalia's words. "Rising?" He repeated. "You mean to say that Kronos, the Titan Lord, has returned?"

Thalia nodded. "That's right. He's not fully restored yet, but he's been gaining strength, and his influence is spreading. Monsters and dark forces have become more active, and we've been trying to stop him before it's too late."

Perseus's jaw tightened as he clenched his fists. "Kronos was a force of immense power. Fighting him took… too much. If he has found a way back, then the balance of the world is in jeopardy once more."

Thalia seemed to process his words. "You fought in the Titanomachy?"

For an ancient being, he seemed a lot like a deer in the headlights. "I did," he confirmed, his voice heavy. "The Titanomachy was a war of epic proportions, fought with the fate of the world hanging in the balance. I fought alongside the firsy-generation gods to ensure that the Titans were vanquished."

She looked like she was putting the pieces together. "And you fought in the Gigantomachy."

He nodded.

"And they were centuries apart."

Perseus looked like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Care to explain to the girl, old friend?"

Zoë sighed. "I suppose this would come up eventually."

But before she could say anything, a loud bang came from the room next to them.

"Um, guys…" said Bianca, who had been silent up until now. "I think-"

A shout echoed throughout the museum. "Perseus!"

"I recognise that voice…" Perseus muttered. "It cannot be…"

"Perseus!" The voice seemed more insistent now.

"Koios!" The ancient demigod shouted back. "Have you come to die again?" The group exchanged uneasy glances as they processed the significance of the name. There was a Titan here.

And Perseus had apparently killed him before.

The door to the room burst open, and a tall figure with an aura of menace strode in. Koios was tall. Like, really tall.

He had elaborate blackStygian Ironarmor and a single diamond blazing in the breastplate. His eyes were blue-white and as cold as a glacier. His hair and beard were blue-white, with his hair cut in military style. He wore a helmet shaped like a bear's head, and wielded a massive sword the size of a surfboard. His gaze fixed on Perseus with a mixture of contempt and surprise.

"Well, well," Koios said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It seems that the ancient hero has returned from the depths of time, and Tartarus. I didn't expect to see you here, Perseus."

Perseus drew himself up to his full height, his sword at the ready. "Koios," he said with cold fury, "I should have known that your presence heralds ill tidings. What is your purpose here?"

Koios's lips curled into a smirk. "My purpose? Why, to see old friends, of course. And to ensure that you go right back to the pit you crawled out of."

Perseus' eyes flashed.

Thalia stepped forward. "We don't have time for your games. We're trying to save Artemis and stop Kronos from rising again. Are you working with him?"

Koios's smirk widened. "Kronos's return is a matter of great interest to me. But as for whether I'm working with him… let's just say that I have my own plans."

Bianca stepped closer to Thalia, whispering, "We need to be careful. He's a Titan."

"Don't you think I know that?" Thalia whisper-shouted back.

Koios's eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "You're quite perceptive, daughter of Hades. But for now, let's just say that my interest in Kronos is purely… opportunistic."

Bianca's jaw dropped. "H-Hades?"

"All of you, out!" Perseus suddenly had a shield that looked quite a bit like Thalias. "Now!"

Zoë, surprisingly, was the one who objected. "Brother, I cannot-"

Perseus tightened his grip on his sword. "You must."

Koios's gaze flicked over the group, and he chuckled softly. "No need for the self sacrificing, Perseus. I'm not here for a fight, not yet. But I do suggest you prepare yourselves. The world is changing."

With a final, enigmatic smile, Koios turned and walked out of the room, leaving the group to process his words and the implications of his presence.

Thalia shook her head. "That was… unsettling. What do we do now?"

"The subway," said Grover. "There's one near here, that goes west."

Bianca seemed to like that. "Subway it is!"

And so they set off for with a plethora of unanswered questions, ignoring Perseus' queries about this mysterious 'subway'.

ETERNITY

It It turned out that a subway station was indeed nearby, and as they descended the steps, the clamor of the city above was replaced by the rhythmic hum of the underground. The station was a stark contrast to the ancient world Perseus was accustomed to - neon signs, advertisements, and the hustle of modern life.

The group waited for their train, the tension as obvious as a Minotaur at a party. Perseus's eyes darted around, absorbing the sights and sounds with a wariness. Zoë glanced at him, sensing his unease.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Perseus gave a nod, though his expression was still troubled. "I am… adjusting. This world is vastly different from what I knew. But I will adapt, as I always have. For now, we must focus on the task at hand."

Grover, ever the practical one, interrupted with a slight chuckle. "Well, you have to get used to these new modes of transportation if we're going to get anywhere in the modern world. Let's just try to keep our heads down and stay alert."

The subway train arrived with a screech of metal on metal, and they quickly boarded, finding seats near the back. The ride was a blend of the familiar and the foreign - people in modern attire, the low hum of the train, and the occasional glance from curious passengers.

Bianca looked around, still processing the encounter with Koios. "What do you think he meant by 'preparing ourselves'?"

Thalia sighed. "If another Titan's involved, it means things are about to get a lot more complicated."

Perseus, seated beside Zoë, seemed deep in thought. "Koios's presence is troubling. If he's not here for a fight, then his motives are unclear. But we must be ready for anything."

As the subway train rattled along, the cityscape began to blur past the windows, and the group's thoughts turned inward, each person grappling with their own worries and questions.

Zoë looked like she couldn't hold it in anymore. "Koios said you had been in the pit. Did he mean…" she trailed off.

"I had hoped to avoid that part." Perseus sighed.

"Tell me, brother. I beg of you."

He grimaced. "When I was… dead, I suppose, I did not go to the underworld. I was dragged across the Styx, down the Acheron, down all the way to Tartarus."

Bianca's eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a silent "Oh." Thalia and Grover exchanged worried glances.

Zoë's face turned pale. "Tartarus? That's… that's beyond the Underworld. The abyss where even the gods feared to tread."

Perseus nodded solemnly. "Yes. I was cast into the deepest, darkest pit of the world. It was a place of eternal torment and despair, a prison for the most dangerous beings and the darkest forces. And I was there for thousands of years, though it felt longer."

Thalia leaned forward, her curiosity overtaking her shock. "But if you were down there, how did you… come back? And why are you here now?"

"Revenge will drive even the most mundane of men to extraordinary lengths. For me, vengeance fueled me. There was no food except the hard, flavourless meat from drakons. No drink except the fiery waters of the Phlegethon. And no solace except the whispers of lost souls, of Arai and ancient curses. But vengeance gave me strength, a reason to endure."

Zoë put her hand on his. "Perseus… you should have said something."

"I fought monsters older than Olympus, older than Othrys! I conquered the pit, Zoë. Forgive me for not saying anything."

She looked almost chastened. But there was still something she needed to say. "You said a desire for revenge. Who, or what drove this desire?"

Perseus's expression darkened as he turned his gaze toward Zoë. "I cannot say. But it was not a single being or entity that drove me. It was a culmination of betrayals, losses, and injustices that spurred my quest for vengeance."

Zoë's eyes widened with concern. "Betrayals? Losses? What happened to you?"

He took a deep breath, the memories clearly painful. "In the Titanomachy and the Gigantomachy, I fought for the gods and for what was right. But after the wars, there were those who saw my actions as a threat or an inconvenience. I was… cast aside."

Zoë's grip on his hand tightened. "And the desire for revenge... it was against those who wronged you?"

"Yes," Perseus said, his voice low and filled with emotion. "It was against those who betrayed me, those who left me to rot while they continued their lives. But it was also against the very forces that sought to keep me imprisoned. The pain and anger I felt drove me to defy the abyss itself."

Zoë's eyes softened with understanding, but there was still a hint of sadness. "You should have shared this with us. We could have helped."

Perseus shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. "Some battles are fought alone, even when others are willing to stand by your side. I did what I had to do, and now, I am here. For what it's worth, I appreciate your concern."

Zoë nodded. "But how? How did you return?"

"My return was not by choice. I was pulled from the depths of Tartarus by a force I do not fully understand. When I awoke, the world had changed, and I found myself in a time far removed from the one I knew."

Her eyes were filled with both concern and a hint of pity. "You've been through so much. And now, to face the rise of Kronos and the Titans again…"

Perseus looked at her with a weary smile. "I have faced many challenges in my time. I will face more in this new age. And as I always have, I will emerge victorious."
There was no gloating, no boasting, no pride in that statement. Just the logic of a man who was far too powerful, and had lived fair too long.

"Not that I don't feel bad for you," Thalia interrupted, "but you never answered my question from before. How have you fought in wars centuries apart, all the while looking like a child?"

Perseus sighed. "I suppose I must tell you. Although, Zoë, you might be better suited?" He seemed to realise some sort of mistake. "If you are not comfortable…"

She nodded. "I will tell the story, Perseus."

He visibly relaxed. "Thank you, sister."

Zoë launched into the tale. "Thousands of years ago, during the Titanomachy, I was not yet a hunter of Artemis. I was a Hesperide - a daughter of Atlas."

Thalia gasped softly, as did Bianca. But they did not interrupt, so Zoë carried on. "Perseus arrived atop Othrys, intent on fighting our father. He fought against Ladon, but could not get past the beast. So he ran. We hurled stones and insults at him. This was the son of a then young god with some random mortal. We feared for our father, however. There were stories that told of Perseu fighting against Kois and forcing Hyperion to yield. Eventually, he reached the mountaintop, where Atlas resided."

Grover's eyes widened.

The subway train jolted, and the group swayed slightly, their focus unwavering from Zoë's story. She continued. "He challenged our father to a fight - spear on sword. Perseus fought Atlas in a battle that shook the very foundations of Othrys. The fight was fierce, but Perseus, despite his youth, demonstrated a courage and strength that made even the Titans take notice. Atlas, in his arrogance and rage, underestimated him. While Perseus could not overpower the Titan of Endurance, he could trick him - and trick him he did. We heard Atlas' shouts for years after Perseus trapped him under the sky."

The others listened in rapt attention. But Thalia seemed confused. "How does this correlate to my question? Like, at all?"

Perseus gave her a look. "It's getting there. Mind if I tell the rest of the story, Zoë? I know you do not like to speak of it."
She nodded briskly, and so Perseus began. "I marched down the mountain, with the intention of finding a way to help the gods and mortals alike in the war. But my victory over Atlas was not without its costs. The defeat of Atlas created a power vacuum in the Titan ranks. Some Titans were eager to seize control, others were desperate to avoid the consequences of Atlas's fall. And then there were those who sought to strike back at me for my audacity. But I got through the Titanomachy relatively unscathed."

Zoë raised an eyebrow. "Unscathed, Perseus? Really?"

"My… choices during the great war are irrelevant, Zoë."

She sighed. Thalia eagerly asked him to continue.

"But then Zeus, your father, put out a search for me," He paused, his gaze distant. "I was somewhat powerful, I suppose. A threat, in his eyes. But I couldn't fight multiple gods, and all their allies."

"Dad's a prick," Thalia muttered.

"I suppose so," Perseus said. "I had a bounty on my head, so I went to the one place they wouldn't expect - Othrys. It was almost in ruins, but the garden of the Hesperides was untouched. Zoë was…" he looked to her for confirmation. She nodded. "She was… traumatised. I helped her. In return, she nursed my wounds, gave me my blade, and fed me an apple of immortality. I believed it was a regular apple and ate it."Thalia's eyes lit up. "So you're immortal."

Perseus shrugged. "I was."

Thalia's eyes betrayed her confusion. "Was?"

He sighed. "I was cursed by the Moirai. They told me I would gain eternal life, only for it to falter when I needed it most - yet Thalia's eyes narrowed as she tried to grasp the full meaning of Perseus's words. "Wait, falter? What do you mean by that? Are you still immortal or not?"

Perseus's expression darkened as he glanced at Zoë. "The Moirai - the Fates - do not offer their gifts lightly. When I ate the apple of immortality, it granted me eternal life, yes. But the Moirai intervened, cursing me. They told me that my immortality would hold until the moment when I needed it most. In the end, I am unable to be killed, or even sent to Tartarus - unless the Fates decree."

Grover frowned. "So… you could still die?"

"Yes," Perseus confirmed grimly. "When the Fates decide, my immortality will vanish, and I will be just as vulnerable as any mortal."

Thalia's expression shifted from confusion to concern. "That's… fun. So even though you've survived everything so far, there's no guarantee you'll keep going?"

Perseus nodded. "Exactly. I've faced countless battles, thinking I was invincible. But one day, that curse will catch up with me. Perhaps it's already begun, now that I mm back in the mortal world."

Zoë placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice soft. "Brother, we will face whatever comes together. You do not have to carry this burden alone."

Perseus smiled faintly, though there was a sadness behind it. "Thank you, Zoë. But when the Fates intervene, there's little anyone can do."

"But why?" Thalia asked. "Why would the Fates curse you?"

Perseus sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot. "I have done many things. Do you know what Perseus means? It means Destroyer. Sacker of Cities. I gave the name that meaning. Mortals called me Perseus Apokálypsis. He who brings the apocalypse. The Moirai… they hated me, a mortal, who was immortal. They could not dicate my fate. Their mother, Ananke, decreed it so. Thus, they cursed me. An immortal who would bleed red."

"An immortal who bleeds red?" Grover asked.

"I am not immortal in the divine sense," Perseus explained. "I am immortal in the… literal sense, I suppose. I cannot die, cannot fade, cannot reform because I have no need to. The only way for me to die is the Moirai allowing me to - and they will not. Or maybe they will. I do not know anymore."

Bianca folded her arms, her mind racing with possibilities. "Then we'll just have to make sure you're ready for whatever comes. If your immortality isn't guaranteed, we'll fight all the harder to make sure you survive. Right, guys?"

Grover and Thalia nodded in agreement, their resolve matching hers.

Perseus looked at them, his expression softening at their support. "Thank you, all of you. I've fought alone for so long… it feels strange to have others willing to stand with me again."

Zoë met his gaze, a knowing look in her eyes.

Thalia's eyes widened in realization. "So that's why you look fourteen. You're immortal, so your appearance never changes."

Perseus nodded. "Exactly. The apple of immortality gave me eternal youth. I've lived through centuries, but my body remains as it was when I first faced Atlas."

Grover looked thoughtful. "That's… a gift and a curse, right? Eternal youth means you never age, but it also means you've witnessed so much and still look like a kid."

"I do not like this form," Perseus suddenly furrowed his brows. "What is this strange language?"
Bianca frowned. "English?"

Except Perseus wouldn't understand, because he couldn't speak English.

Perseus looked like this was a wondrous development. "English… I can understand you! Gods above, I can understand you! Thank Olympus for Athena's blessing-" then he paused. "I should not have said that."

The group exchanged curious glances as Perseus looked both relieved and bewildered. "Pallas Athena, I love you," he muttered.

Thalia raised an eyebrow. "Wait, so you didn't understand English before?"

Perseus shook his head. "No, I did not. But it seems that the blessings of the gods extend to more than just eternal youth. It appears that I can now understand and speak this modern tongue."

Grover looked impressed. "That's pretty handy. It'll make communication a lot easier."

Bianca nodded in agreement. "Definitely. So, if you understand us now, does that mean you can help us more effectively?"

Perseus's expression turned serious. "Indeed. My knowledge of ancient prophecies and battles will be of use. But I must also learn about this new world I find myself in. The customs, the threats, and the allies."

Grover, trying to lighten the mood, added, "Well, we'll need all the help we can get."

Bianca nodded in agreement. "And if you've been through Tartarus and survived, then you're stronger than anyone else we could have hoped for."

Perseus looked around at the group, gratitude and resolve mixing in his gaze. "Thank you. I will do everything I can to help you in this fight. But we must act swiftly. If Kronos is indeed rising, then we have little time to waste."

The train began to slow as it approached their destination. Thalia glanced at her watch. "We should get off soon. We need to find out more about the monster Artemis was hunting and how to stop it."

Bianca opened her mouth to ask a question, but she was interrupted by the train rattling to a stop.

Thalia groaned. The group stepped off the train into a barren landscape, a stretch of desert that seemed to go on forever. The heat hit them immediately, and the air was thick with dust. Perseus squinted into the horizon, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar terrain.

Thalia groaned again. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when we talked about getting off at the next stop."

Grover sniffed the air, his expression turning worried. "This place… it feels wrong. The land is… disturbed."

Bianca adjusted her bag, looking around nervously. "Why would the subway end here? There's nothing for miles."

Perseus stepped forward, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. "Sometimes, the absence of things is a sign of something far more dangerous. We need to be cautious. The gods never leave such places untouched without reason."

Zoë nodded, her eyes sharp as she scanned the desert. "This could be connected to the monster Artemis was hunting. We must be on our guard."

As they began walking, the desert stretched out endlessly before them, the silence punctuated only by the crunch of their footsteps in the sand. Perseus moved with purpose, though there was an unease about him that hinted he knew more than he was letting on.

Thalia, clearly impatient, glanced at him. "You've been quiet since we got off the train. Do you recognize this place or something?"

Perseus didn't answer immediately. His brow furrowed, as though trying to recall something from deep in his memory. "This land… it feels familiar, but also different. I've traveled across many places in my time, and this one has the scent of forgotten battles."

Grover froze, ears twitching. "Uh, guys? I think we're not alone."

From the horizon, a distant rumbling echoed, growing louder with every passing second. Dust clouds began to form, twisting in the air like a warning.

"Something's coming," Perseus said, his voice low and tense. He drew his sword, the gleaming blade catching the sun. "Prepare yourselves."

The group quickly readied their weapons as the rumbling intensified. From the horizon, a massive shape emerged - something towering and ancient, with bronze limbs and eyes that glowed like embers.

Something was coming indeed.

The shape in the distance grew clearer with every passing second, its massive form cutting through the dust like a living storm. As it approached, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and the air grew thick with the scent of burning metal.

Thalia tightened her grip on her spear. "That's not a monster… that's a machine!"

Perseus's face darkened as recognition dawned on him. "No, that's Talos… the bronze giant of Crete."

Thalia's eyes widened. "Talos? The automaton built by Hephaestus?"

Grover gulped, stepping back instinctively. "That thing's supposed to be in ruins! Why is it here?"

"Tis not the original, but a copy. Faulty."

The giant's limbs creaked with the sound of grinding metal as it advanced. Its glowing eyes locked onto them, and a mechanical growl rumbled from its chest, vibrating through the air.

Perseus raised his sword. "It seems Hephaestus has repaired it... or someone else has."

Before anyone could react, Talos charged, its massive bronze fists slamming into the ground where the group had just stood. The shockwave sent sand flying in every direction, forcing them to scatter.

Thalia rolled to her feet, her eyes blazing with determination. "Alright, let's take this thing down! What's the weak spot, Perseus?"

Perseus dodged another blow from the automaton, his movements swift and fluid. "The ankle! The pressure valve in the back of its ankle is its only vulnerable point. But it won't be easy to get to."

Zoë had already nocked an arrow. "Then we'll distract it while you aim for the weak spot."

The battle with Talos had begun in earnest, each member of the group using their abilities to try and outmaneuver the towering automaton. As Talos swung its fists and sent shockwaves through the earth, Perseus darted around its legs, trying to get into position.

Thalia summoned a bolt of lightning, striking Talos square in the chest, but the electricity crackled harmlessly over its bronze exterior.

"Grover! Any ideas?" she called out.

The satyr was frantically strumming his reed pipes, summoning vines from the desert floor to tangle around the automaton's legs. "Just slowing it down! Give me some time!"

Zoë fired arrow after arrow at the giant's eyes, trying to blind it, but Talos was relentless. Each time it was momentarily distracted, it would lunge again with mechanical precision.

Perseus finally reached the back of Talos's ankle, the weak point he'd been aiming for. With a swift strike, his sword pierced through the pressure valve, releasing a hiss of steam. Talos let out a deafening roar as its movements began to slow, its bronze limbs creaking as they lost power.

With one final blow, Perseus severed the valve, and the massive automaton collapsed into the sand with a thunderous crash.

The group stood panting in the sudden silence, the desert air still heavy with the scent of metal and steam.

"Well," Thalia said, brushing sand off her jacket, "that was... unexpected."

Perseus sheathed his sword, looking down at the fallen giant. "If Talos is here, someone is pulling strings behind the scenes. Whoever repaired him is working with far more than just brute force."

Zoë nodded grimly. "And we've only seen the beginning."

Then Talos began to move. Slowly, subtly-

"No!" Zoë's warning came too late. Talos, though damaged, wasn't finished. Its bronze hand twitched and then lurched forward, slamming down toward the group with shocking speed.

Bianca, who had been standing closest to the automaton, reacted instinctively. She pushed Grover out of the way and ducked under Talos' arm.

Perseus stepped forward, his sword gleaming as he stood tall. "I will face it. You all need to-"

But Bianca interrupted. "No. We do this together."

The automaton was closing in fast, too fast for anyone to escape. Bianca's eyes darted around, scanning for a weakness. She remembered what Perseus had done - about how his single weakness was in his heel.

Suddenly, she made her decision. With a determined look, she sprinted forward. "I can do this!" she shouted, rushing toward the giant automaton, ignoring the cries of her friends.

"Bianca, no!" Thalia screamed, but it was too late.

Bianca dodged a sweep of Talos's massive hand and slid between its legs, her eyes locking onto the weak spot at its heel. With every ounce of her strength, she climbed onto the giant's foot, aiming for the exposed screw.

As she twisted the screw, Talos roared, its massive body lurching in response. Oil began to spill out, weakening the ancient machine. But Talos, now enraged, turned its attention to her.

With a final wrench, Bianca succeeded in severing the screw, but Talos's collapsing form crashed down toward her. There was no time to move.

"Bianca!" Perseus roared, rushing forward, but it was too late.

Time seemed to slow as the group watched in horror. Bianca, her face set in fierce concentration, had no time to move. Talos's arm slammed into the ground where she stood, the impact sending a shockwave through the earth.

"Bianca!" Thalia screamed, rushing toward her.

The automaton faltered, collapsing into a heap of unmoving bronze. Silence fell over the desert, broken only by the sound of the group's hurried footsteps as they reached Bianca.

Perseus knelt beside her, his face grim. Bianca lay still, her body pinned beneath the wreckage of Talos's arm. She had stopped the automaton, but the cost had been too high.

Zoë knelt beside her, gently taking her hand. "You were a brave maiden," she whispered.

Thalia collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "No... Bianca…"

Grover stood frozen, his face pale and his eyes filled with grief.

Perseus looked away, his eyes dark with the weight of yet another loss.

Bianca di Angelo was dead.

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