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CHAPTER SEVEN: A QUICK GUIDE ON FIGHTING FATE

Percy lay on his back on the rough, threadbare carpet of the motel room, staring up at the cracked ceiling. Frank and Hazel were asleep; he could hear their soft breathing from the bed and the couch nearby. Ella was curled up in a corner, muttering fragments of what sounded like prophecy in her sleep. The wind outside howled, rattling the broken neon sign just outside their window, casting an eerie glow through the room that flickered like a heartbeat.

He knew he should be sleeping too, but his mind was racing. Alaska. Hubbard Glacier. The god of death chained up, waiting for them to come to the rescue. It felt like too much to think about, but then again, that was kind of his life in a nutshell. This was his usual gig, and usually he didn't mind. But this time… he wasn't so sure.

There was also the teeny tiny detail that he was a full mortal now.

The encounter with Artemis still haunted him. He'd managed to get through to her, to appeal to her sense of honor and duty, but he knew the reprieve was temporary.

Artemis was probably at the top of their trail. Percy tried to shake the memory of her cold, calculating stare, and the way her voice had softened, just a little, as she'd agreed to let them go. She was a hunter. This was her duty. And Percy knew he was a target she couldn't ignore forever.

He sighed, rolling onto his side to look at his friends. Hazel's arm was draped over Frank's face, a soft smile on her lips as she dreamed. Frank was sprawled across the tiny couch, snoring quietly, his hand still resting on his bow, as if even in sleep, he couldn't let his guard down.

Percy smiled softly.

His hand went to his pocket, feeling the familiar weight of Riptide. The pen-sword was a comfort, but tonight, it didn't help to ease the weight pressing on his chest. They were just kids, barely scraping by, up against monsters, gods, and a power that stretched all the way back to the beginning of time.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he was afraid. Not for himself, but for Hazel and Frank - for everyone who trusted him to lead them through this impossible quest.

The moonlight shifted through the broken window, illuminating a faded, peeling poster on the wall of the motel room. It read "Welcome to Seward, Alaska," with a picture of a family in heavy coats standing by a glacier, smiling as if it were a warm day at the beach. Percy snorted softly to himself. If only they knew. They weren't even at the glacier yet, and already he could feel the icy chill of their journey sinking into his bones.

He pushed himself up, quietly moving to the window to peer outside. The small town was still, blanketed in snow, as if frozen in time. In the distance, he could see the faint glimmer of the mountains, stretching like giants against the night sky. Somewhere out there was Thanatos, chained and helpless, and Percy had no idea how they were supposed to free him. But one thing was certain: they couldn't back out now.

As he stood there, lost in thought, a faint movement caught his eye. A shadow darting between buildings, quick and silent, barely more than a flicker. Percy's heart pounded as he scanned the street below, trying to catch sight of it again. Nothing moved. Maybe it was his imagination, the stress of the day catching up to him.

The moon shone brighter.

Then, from the dim light of the moon, a figure stepped forward, tall and proud.

Artemis appeared. She looked ethereal, almost unreal, her silver eyes glowing faintly as they met his.

"Percy Jackson," she said softly, her voice laced with something he couldn't quite place - maybe curiosity, maybe wariness. "You should be asleep."

Percy glanced back at his friends, still sound asleep and unaware of the goddess's arrival, then turned back to Artemis. "Could say the same to you," he replied, keeping his voice quiet.

A small smile ghosted across her lips, barely there and gone in an instant. "True enough," she said, folding her arms and glancing at the window, her gaze distant for a moment before returning to him.

Percy blinked, caught off guard. The Artemis he knew was always guarded, almost cold. Of course, when you were getting chased by someone trying to kill you, you didn't stop to chat.

But tonight, she seemed different - less like a goddess on a throne and more like someone who carried her own burden. "I didn't think you had any reason to check on us," Percy said. "After all, you let us go."

"Yes. But I thought about our encounter," she admitted, her tone thoughtful. "You surprised me, son of Poseidon. Not many mortals would stand in my path as you did. Even fewer would try to reason with me." Her eyes seemed to be assessing him as if searching for something hidden beneath his expression. "You could have failed. If I had thought you were lying, I would not have hesitated."

Percy felt a slight chill run down his spine, remembering just how close he'd come to angering her. "I wasn't lying," he said. "I meant what I said. We don't want to mess up the balance. We're just trying to stop Kronos. If we fail… I don't even want to think about what could happen."

Artemis nodded, her gaze softening just a fraction. "Your motives are noble. But noble motives have often led to tragedy for heroes. Your path is dangerous, Percy. Thanatos's release will tilt the balance of life and death, at least for a time. And, despite what you may believe, this is not your fight alone."

"You mean the other gods are going to help? Because that would be great, y'know, the literal immortal beings coming to fight their immortal enemies."

A wry look passed over her face. "Not quite."

"Sounds very reassuring, Arty."

Her hand tapped a dagger. "Call me that again and I'll gut you like a fish."

Percy leaned back. "You can't."

Artemis frowned. "What?"

"You literally can't hurt me. I'm completely mortal. Therefore the Ancient Laws dictate I need to challenge you for you to be able to fight me."

"You are… incredibly annoying for a mortal," decided Artemis.

He flashed a lopsided grin. "I try."

Artemis's eyes narrowed, but Percy could almost see the ghost of a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "You walk a fine line, son of Poseidon. Even without my bow aimed at you, I am not without other methods of persuasion."

Percy shrugged, leaning against the windowsill with an air of exaggerated nonchalance. "Hey, if anyone's mastered the art of annoying gods, it's me. Comes with the territory, y'know?"

She crossed her arms, tilting her head as she regarded him. "And yet, you press on, without power, without any guarantee of success. Mortality clings to you now, and still, you taunt fate as if it's a mere plaything."

"Someone's gotta stand up to the old hags in charge of destiny," Percy replied, his grin never fading. "Mortal or not, I'm not going to just sit back and let Kronos win. If that means risking my life a few dozen more times… well, that's just another Tuesday."

For a moment, Artemis seemed almost… impressed. She shook her head, the silver glow of her eyes softening. "It's possible that, despite all odds, you may find a way. But know this, Percy Jackson - whether or not I help, whether or not I oppose you directly, I am bound to my duty."

Her voice took on a sharper edge, her eyes meeting his. "And if, for one moment, I think you are tricking me, I will find a way around your little 'loophole.'"

Percy met her gaze, undeterred. "Then I guess it's a good thing we're on the same side, isn't it?"

Artemis said nothing, her expression unreadable.

"You know," Percy said. "You could help us. A Titan is guarding Thanatos - it could be Hyperion, or Krios, or whoever. You could help."

"I am bound by my oath, Percy. You know this."

"Your oath to Kronos, and I'm sure he's not getting off his throne to guard a minor god. You could… choose yourself a new fate! We could fight against Styx, we could-"

Artemis's eyes darkened, her gaze turning cold as ice. "You are an idealist," she said, her voice clipped. "To aid you directly would be an act of betrayal, one Styx not entertain lightly."

Percy's shoulders tensed, but he pressed on. "Come on. You know it's wrong. This whole thing - chaining up Thanatos, killing mortals. It goes against everything you stand for. And," he added, "Fighting another Titan isn't fighting Kronos. How are they gonna tell him if they're in Tartarus?"

She took a step close. "Do not presume to understand what I stand for," she said quietly. "My loyalty to Olympus and the Hunt is unshakable. But even more unyielding is my duty as a huntress. But I have been forced to be this hunter. Titans, gods, demigods… they all fall under the same fate. And if you push me, Percy Jackson, I will find a way to make sure you do as well."

Percy held his ground, staring up at her with that familiar defiance in his eyes. "If we're such enemies, why are you here right now? Why not shoot me down the moment you found us?"

For the first time, Artemis hesitated She drew back slightly, crossing her arms. "I came to… observe. To see if the mortal boy who challenged my will was truly as foolish as he seemed."

"And?"

Her lips tightened, and the silence almost answer enough. "And you were even more stupid than I thought."

Percy couldn't help a small smile breaking through.

"Look, I get it," he said softly. "You're bound by Kronos, bound by the Styx. But if this quest succeeds, it could weaken his grip. And maybe… just maybe, you'll be free of him."

Artemis's gaze softened slightly, her usual coldness tinged with something he couldn't quite read. She stayed silent, her silver eyes searching his.

"Think about it," Percy added. "You don't have to pick a side right now. Just… remember we're not all out here for glory or rebellion. Some of us just want things back the way they were."

Without another word, she turned, her form blurring in the shadows. But her voice drifted back to him, soft as a whisper: "Tread carefully, Percy Jackson. Not all gods will grant you the mercy I have."

Then, with a slight nod of acknowledgment, she turned and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving Percy standing in the silent motel room, feeling a strange mix of relief, dread, and, oddly enough… hope.

With a deep breath, he glanced back at his friends, finally allowing himself to lie down on the floor, his mind still reeling but a small spark of confidence warming him. Artemis might be watching, but she hadn't shot him down yet.

And for now, that was enough.

THE IRON HUNT

The next day dawned with an iron-grey sky, heavy with snow.

Percy rubbed the stiffness from his neck as he rose, every muscle in his body protesting from the events of the night before. Artemis's parting words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into something much bigger than they had prepared for.

Hazel and Frank were already awake, packing up what little gear they had. Frank's face was tense, and Hazel looked worse than usual.

"Hey," Percy greeted, trying to inject a little cheer into his voice. "Sleep well?"

"About as well as you can when you're in Alaska with gods and Titans hunting you," Frank replied, forcing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Hazel managed a smile, but it faded quickly. "We're close to the glacier, aren't we? I can feel it."

Ella muttered in the background, hunched over a notebook she'd been scribbling in for most of the morning. "Death in ice. Chains of fate, break or bind… hmm."

Frank and Percy exchanged a look, and he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "You ready, Ella?"

"Hero's soul cursed blade shall reap." Percy shivered. Ella nodded without looking up, mumbling under her breath, "Ella doesn't like glaciers, too cold for harpies."

It was decided that Ella and Arion would stay in the motel. It wasn't as if there were mortals there to kick them out.

The streets were eerily silent as they left the motel, each footstep crunching against the snow-covered ground. The air was biting, each breath a sharp reminder of the cold. They trudged toward the edge of town, where the mountains loomed ominously in the distance. Somewhere out there was the Hubbard Glacier - and Thanatos.

As they walked, Percy's thoughts drifted to Artemis's warning. He knew she wouldn't be the only one following their trail.

"We need to be careful," Percy said quietly, breaking the silence. "Artemis… she's not the only one trying to fight us. There's a Titan guarding Thanatos."

Frank tightened his grip on his bow. "Great. Just what we need - more immortals after us."

Hazel gave him a sidelong look. "You think they'd actually hurt us? Isn't there some kind of 'don't-kill-mortals' rule or something?"

"Not if we challenge them," Percy replied grimly. "And freeing the Titans' prisoner is a pretty good challenge. But we're still alive, which means they're at least letting us try. For now."

Frank nodded. "So… we just need to find Thanatos, break him out, and get out of here before any gods or Titans decide to intervene. Simple."

Percy smirked. "Hey, we've done worse."

The landscape around them grew harsher as they moved closer to the glacier. Trees became sparse, the ground rocky and slick with frost. The chill seeped through their clothes, gnawing at their bones. And then, in the distance, Percy saw it - a towering wall of ice, stretching as far as he could see.

"There it is," Hazel whispered, her breath fogging in the freezing air. "The Hubbard Glacier."

"Yes, Hazel Levesque," said a voice. "It is indeed Hubbard Glacier. But are you ready?"

The trio spun around to face the speaker, and there she was, standing in the snow as if she'd materialized from the shadows themselves. Hecate, goddess (or Titaness, technically) of magic and crossroads, watched them with a faint, amused smile.

Hecate tilted her head, her voice smooth and soft. "Are you prepared, little heroes? The fate you are walking toward is colder than this ice and far less forgiving."

Percy took a breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "We don't really have a choice, do we? Thanatos is chained up in there, and Kronos won't stop coming after us until we're dead or he's defeated. So yeah, we're ready."

She raised an eyebrow, amused. "Brave words for a mortal. But I wonder if you understand what lies ahead." Her gaze drifted over them, and Percy had the uncomfortable feeling that she was deciding something.

Whenever a god or goddess was deciding something, it usually didn't end well.

"Perseus," said Hecate. "You want your powers back, yes?"

"Gee, Hecate, what gave it away?"

Hecate's lips curled in a sly smile. "Your sarcasm does not go unnoticed, young hero," she replied. "But this is no ordinary journey you embark on, and no ordinary request."

Percy glanced at his friends, then back at Hecate. He could feel her gaze boring into him, like she was peeling back layers, seeing every thought, every fear. "So… what's the catch?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Her expression softened, just slightly. "To restore your powers, Percy Jackson, would disrupt the balance. But I may offer a compromise. A chance, let's say, to earn back what you've lost. To gain your powers back just for one fight. But you have to earn it."

Hazel looked between them, her brow furrowed. "What do you mean, 'earn it'?"

Hecate smiled a shark-tooth smile. "Hazel Levesque," she said, studying her. "You are enjoying your chance at having cheated death, are you not?"

The daughter of Pluto looked like she'd seen a ghost (no pun intended). "W-what?"

Hecate's smile widened, cold and knowing. "Life is fragile, Hazel. You of all people should understand that." Her gaze lingered on the demigoddess. "Yet here you are, back from the Underworld, defying the natural order. Do you really believe that comes without consequences?"

Hazel swallowed, glancing nervously at Percy and Frank. "I… I didn't ask to come back," she said quietly.

Hecate tilted her head, looking almost amused. "Perhaps. But everything comes with a cost, Hazel Levesque. And the cost for meddling with life and death is steep."

Percy clenched his fists, stepping protectively in front of Hazel. "Alright, we get it," he said, his voice firm. "We're all a little messed up in this whole balance department. What do you want?"

"Hazel." The Titaness said simply.

Said person frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused," said Hecate, waving a hand. "I want you to be my… champion, so to speak."

Hazel's eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find words. "Champion?" she repeated, disbelief clear in her voice. "What- what does that even mean?"

Hecate's expression was as unreadable as stone, though her eyes gleamed with a dark, unsettling amusement. "It means exactly what it sounds like, my dear. You will act on my behalf when I call upon you. You will carry out my will in this world."

Frank stepped forward, raising his bow. "Hold on, Hecate. Hazel's not some chess piece you can move around. She has her own life. She doesn't owe you anything."

Hecate raised an eyebrow at him, her face calm but the glint in her eyes dangerous. "Oh, but she does, Frank Zhang. Hazel's life was given a second chance - a rare gift, if you can even call it that. I could make sure no-one finds out. All I ask in return is… a small service. An allegiance."

Hazel swallowed, looking to Frank, who was staring at her worriedly. Then she looked back at Hecate. "If I refuse?"

Hecate's smile faded, her expression turning as cold as the glacier behind them. "Then, well, Pluto would not be pleased to find his domain out of order. And the god of Death you free… he would be more than happy to turn a blind eye, given I cash in a few favours."

Hazel's face hardened, though a flicker of fear remained in her eyes. "So… I don't really have a choice."

"No, but it is still a privilege, Hazel," Hecate replied smoothly. "You will wield powers greater than you have ever known."

Frank tightened his grip on his bow. "This isn't fair," he muttered. "You're just… forcing her."

Hecate shrugged, unfazed. "Fairness is a mortal concept. I am not mortal. So… do you accept, Hazel?"

Hazel's gaze met Percy's, then Frank's. She took a steadying breath, squaring her shoulders. "If it means I can help my friends… if it means we have a better chance of winning…" She turned to Hecate, her voice steady. "Then I accept."

Hecate's smile returned, slow and triumphant. "Good choice. As for you, Percy Jackson… I can see it in your heart. You want what was once yours."

Percy felt the familiar tingle of power in his chest, a longing for his abilities to return, and yet... he knew nothing ever came for free with gods like her. "So, what's the catch?" he asked, crossing his arms and glaring at her.

Hecate's gaze softened just a touch, but her eyes still held a cold, calculating gleam. "There is no catch, Perseus Jackson. I will return your powers to you."

Percy blinked, unsure whether to feel relieved or suspicious. "Just like that?"

She nodded, her smile never leaving her lips. "Just like that."

Percy exchanged a glance with Hazel and Frank, both of them looking equally puzzled. "But why? What's in it for you?"

"I have no need for your allegiance," Hecate said dismissively. "You are powerful, much more so than these two, but unlike Hazel, you do not have the sort of power I need. Besides, you will need your powers to fulfill what is coming, whether you like it or not."

Hazel furrowed her brow. "But... you don't just give things away. What's the catch, really?"

Hecate's eyes flicked toward Hazel. "The world is full of those who ask 'why.' I am not interested in explaining myself. The world will balance itself in time, with or without you. For now, I'll return what I took. Only temporarily, however. I want you to survive this fight, I have plans."

"Of course," Percy muttered.

Percy stood still, the air around him growing heavy. Without another word, Hecate extended her hand. He felt his powers snap back into place like pieces of a shattered puzzle coming together. He felt the familiar warmth of his abilities flood through his veins, the sea's power rushing through him once more, as if he were home again. Riptide hummed in his pocket as if it sensed the change.

"Your powers are returned," Hecate said. "Use them wisely, Perseus Jackson."

Percy clenched his fists, feeling the power crackle in his hands. "I didn't ask for your help, but... thanks, I guess."

The goddess laughed. "Your powers will disappear once more after this fight. If you truly earn them back, we'll see."

Before he could complain, Hazel frowned. "What does being your champion even mean for me?"

Hecate didn't respond, merely turning and walking away, her form melting into shadows, leaving them standing in silence before the looming glacier.

Percy placed a reassuring hand on Hazel's shoulder. "We'll get through this," he said firmly. "All of it."

Hazel nodded. "Yeah. We will."

"Not to be a downer or anything," said Frank, "but there's still a god of death to free."

"Right." Percy sighed.

The air grew even colder as they approached the glacier. Except this wasn't just a glacier, it was a prison. And at within it, Thanatos waited.

As they reached the edge of the glacier, a flicker of movement caught Percy's eye. He turned, half-expecting Artemis or one of her Hunters. But it wasn't a god or even a monster that stepped forward.

A figure clad in glowing armor emerged from the shadows, his face hidden beneath a horned helm. The air seemed to ripple with his presence, the snow melting in a small circle around him as if afraid to touch him. Percy felt a chill run down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

"Percy Jackson," the figure boomed. "I have waited for my revenge."

Frank and Hazel stepped forward, weapons at the ready, but Percy raised a hand. "Let us free Thanatos."

The figure's helm tilted slightly, as if assessing him. "I am Hyperion! Titan of the East, the master of the heavenly light! And I was sent here to ensure Thanatos remains bound." Hyperion's lip curled. "And I want revenge."

Percy's stomach tightened. Hyperion. He'd only beat him the first time because of Grover and the satyrs, but they weren't there now. He glanced at his friends, a silent exchange passing between them. They had no chance against a Titan, not with their current strength. But they had to try.

Percy squared his shoulders, the weight of the situation sinking in. They had no choice but to face Hyperion, even if it was a battle they couldn't win. Still, there was one thing they had on their side: they had each other. Together, they might stand a chance.

"Alright," Percy said, stepping forward and meeting Hyperion's glowing eyes. "You want me? Fine. But first, we have a promise to keep. Thanatos needs to be free."

Hyperion's laughter boomed, echoing off the icy walls around them. "You think I care about your promises, mortal? You think I would free death?" His voice was thunderous and filled with power. "I will see your death first."

Percy felt a fiery gust of wind sweep past him, and he instinctively raised a hand, summoning a wave of water to shield them. The power hummed through his veins, a reminder of what he'd almost lost - and now had back. "You don't scare me, Hyperion. You're just another monster to defeat."

"Defeat?" Hyperion's voice rumbled, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Foolish boy. You've already lost."

Before Percy could react, Hyperion lifted his hand, and the ground beneath them cracked open, jagged ice rising and melting like blades from the earth. Frank and Hazel stepped into position, ready to fight, but Percy held up his hand, signaling for them to stay back. They needed to be strategic - rushing into battle headfirst would be suicide.

"Listen, Hyperion," Percy said, his voice steady. "We don't want to fight you. I'm not here for revenge. We're here to free Thanatos. And I'm not about to let you stop us."

Hyperion's lip curled in a twisted smile. "You cannot undo what is already done, Perseus Jackson. Thanatos is my prisoner. His release would spell disaster. Your foolishness will be your downfall."

Hazel spoke. "We won't let you keep him trapped."

Frank nodded. "And we won't let you win."

Percy could feel the Titan's malice. He had no idea how they were going to take down a Titan, but he knew one thing for sure: they had to try.

And if any mortal had a good track record killing Titans, it was him.

With a roar, Hyperion charged, his form almost glowing brighter than the sun itself. Percy didn't hesitate. He thrust his hand forward, summoning a wave of water so powerful it sent cracks through the ice beneath them. The water splashed against Hyperion, but it barely fazed him. The Titan's power was immense, but Percy wasn't going to give up.

Frank's arrows flew in quick succession, but they were met with a barrier of light, deflecting them effortlessly. Hazel raised her hands, drawing on the power of the earth, and metals surged from the ground, clashing with the Titan's light. The battle raged on, a brutal test of endurance.

A test they were evidently losing.

"Hazel, Frank!" Percy shouted. "Free Thanatos! I'll deal with Hyperion."

The duo nodded and ran across the ice.

"Deal with me?" The Titan said. "You are even more arrogant than I thought."

Percy had to gamble, so he did just that by charging at Hyperion. "One on one!" He shouted.

Hyperion's glowing eyes flickered with amusement at Percy's challenge, as if he were nothing more than a pesky insect. The Titan's laughter rumbled through the air like thunder, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

"One on one?" Hyperion sneered. "You're more foolish than I thought, Percy Jackson."

But despite the Titan's mocking words, Percy didn't falter. He knew this was their only chance to buy time - if he could distract Hyperion long enough, Hazel and Frank might find a way to break to free Thanatos.

With a defiant grin, Percy sprinted forward, water and ice rising beneath his feet. Hyperion lifted a hand, a blast of blinding light erupting from his palm, sending a shockwave of heat that threatened to vaporize the ice before it could reach him. Percy felt the intensity of the light sear his skin, but he pressed on, pushing past the burn and launching himself into the air

Mid-air, Percy swung Riptide, his sword glowing as it met the barrier of light that Hyperion had raised. The blade sparked, the clash of sea and sun ringing through the frozen landscape. Hyperion's smirk faltered for the briefest moment.

"You fight well for a mortal," Hyperion said, his voice more impressed than it had been before. "But you are still nothing compared to me."

Percy gritted his teeth and gripped Riptide tighter. "We'll see about that," he muttered. "You're not invincible."

"I quite literally am," Hyperion sneered. "I am the Titan of the East, of the very sun itself. You, a mere boy, think you can stand against me?"

The Titan's form shimmered and he summoned a wave of golden light, shaping it into a spear of blinding radiance. Percy's heart raced as the light spear hurtled toward him with deadly speed. Instinctively, Percy raised Riptide, the blade gleaming as he stabbed downwards. Water surged from the sword, colliding with the spear and sending a shockwave rippling through the ground.

But it wasn't enough to fully stop the spear. It hurtled on its path towards him at insane speeds.

So this is how I die, Percy thought.

But fate, apparently, had other plans.

A streak of silver caught his eye for a split second before a hunting knife slashed at the spear, diverting its path and saving his life.

A goddess stood in full hunting gear. "Begone, Titan."

Percy blinked, trying to process the turn of events. The last thing he had expected was for her to show up, let alone intervene on his behalf. But her presence was a godsend. Literally.

"Why are you here?" Percy asked.

Artemis smiled briefly. "I took your advice, Percy Jackson. I chose myself a new fate."

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