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It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.

According to the L.A. news, the explosion at the Santa Monica beach had been caused when a crazy kidnapper fired a shotgun at a police car. He accidentally hit a gas main that had ruptured during the earthquake.

This crazy kidnapper (a.k.a. Ares) was the same man who had abducted Percy, Alex and the others in New York and brought them across country on a ten-day odyssey of terror.

Poor little Percy Jackson wasn't an international criminal after all. He'd caused a commotion on that Greyhound bus in New Jersey trying to get away from his captor (and afterward, witnesses would even swear they had seen the leather-clad man on the bus—"Why didn't I remember him before?"). The crazy man had caused the explosion in the St. Louis Arch. After all, no kid could've done that.

A concerned waitress in Denver had seen the man threatening his abductees outside her diner, gotten a friend to take a photo, and notified the police.

Finally, brave Percy Jackson and his friend Alex Redgrave had stolen a gun from their captor in Los Angeles and battled him shotgun-to-rifle and shotgun on the beach. Police had arrived just in time. But in the spectacular explosion, five police cars had been destroyed and the captor had fled. No fatalities had occurred. Percy Jackson and his three friends were safely in police custody.

The reporters fed the questers the whole story. They just nodded and acted tearful and exhausted (which wasn't hard), and played victimized kids for the cameras. The crowd was eating it all up. Alex used his 'superb' acting skills to gain sympathy points with the crowd.

They were especially sympathetic as Alex described the terrorist who attacked them in great deal. Percy couldn't stop laughing at that part.

Percy gave a moving speech about his gross step-dad and said that the man would give free appliances if enough people rallied money for them to get a plane ride back to New York.

Takeoff was a nightmare, and turbulence was just as bad. Looks like Zeus took Alex up on that hint to at least scare Percy if he was allowing him to travel through his domain.

Alex remained true to his word and told the others the truth about his family. His dad was the son of a powerful demon, named Sparda, who turned against his demon brethren two thousand years ago in order to protect humanity from being wiped out or enslaved by the Demon King, Mundus. Alex was not a full demon, but he had some demon blood flowing through him due to his dad although he had believed that his mortal and godly sides were more prominent than the demon side. Looks like he was wrong if the Devil Trigger had been any indication.

Annabeth asked question after question, wanting to know more, and it was smooth sailing from then on until they touched down safely at La Guardia. The local press was waiting for them outside security, but they managed to evade them thanks to Annabeth, who lured them away in her invisible Yankees cap, shouting, "They're over by the frozen yogurt! Come on!" Then she rejoined them at baggage claim.

They split up at the taxi stand. Percy told Annabeth and Grover to get back to Half-Blood Hill and let Chiron know what had happened as Alex called for a cab. They protested, and it was hard to let them go after all they'd been through, but this last part was for them, getting the King of Drama to stop waging war over his nightlight. Alex's words, not Percy's.

They hopped into the taxi and headed into Manhattan.

Thirty minutes later, they walked into the lobby of the Empire State Building.

They must have looked like homeless kids, with their tattered clothes and their cuts and bruises. Plus, they hadn't slept in at least twenty-four hours.

Both boys saw the security desk, and went up to speak to the man.

"Alex Redgrave and Percy Jackson, son of Artemis and son of Poseidon," Alex said. "We're here to see Zeus about his lost 'item'."

"Six hundredth floor, please," Percy added.

The guy was reading a huge book with a picture of a wizard on the front. Alex hummed at that.

The book must've been good, because the guard took a while to look up. "No such floor, kiddies."

Alex sighed, not in the mood to deal with this.

Reaching out, he grabbed the top of the book and pressed it down on the desk. The guard was about to protest, but Alex silenced him with a finger. "I don't think you understand," he started off. "I'm really tired and pissed off from everything that's happened in the past couple of weeks. Being toyed with when I don't like to be toyed with, fighting my dickhead of an uncle, and go through all other sorts of shit just to get my grandfather's toy. So I am really pissed off at the moment, and you would not like me when I am very pissed off."

"Believe me, you wouldn't," Percy agreed, smirking.

"What my good friend said. Now, we are returning the bolt. Do you really intend to stop us from doing our quest? Think carefully on your answer, because it depends on how I'm going to react. And you better pray that I'm in a calm and reasonable mood. So I expect a good answer."

The security guard looked confused, but, more importantly, also a little frightened. That might be because Alex was looking at him, his silver eyes glaring.

The man couldn't hand Alex a keycard fast enough. "Insert this in the security slot. Make sure nobody else is in the elevator with you."

Alex nodded. "Thank you, good sir."

The security guard stuttered his next question. "M-may I s-see the bolt?"

Percy slung off the backpack and opened it, showing the Master Bolt.

"Oh." The guard's voice sounded small. "Well, go right up ahead. Have a good day."

And so they did, as soon as the elevator doors closed, Alex slipped the key into the slot. The card disappeared and a new button appeared on the console, a red one that said 600.

Andromeda reached over and pressed it.

"Normally you don't push the big red button." Alex remarked, getting a shrug from the son of Poseidon.

And so they waited, and waited.

Muzak played. "Raindrops keep falling on my head..."

"They should get better elevator music." Alex grumbled.

Finally, ding. The doors slid open. They stepped out and Percy almost had a heart attack while Alex blinked as he stared at Olympus.

They was standing on a narrow stone walkway in the middle of the air. Below them was Manhattan, from the height of an airplane. In front of them, white marble steps wound up the spine of a cloud, into the sky. Their eyes followed the stairway to its end, it really was here and it was beautiful beyond words.

From the top of the clouds rose the decapitated peak of a mountain, its summit covered with snow. Clinging to the mountainside were dozens of multileveled palaces - a city of mansions - all with white-columned porticos, gilded terraces, and bronze braziers glowing with a thousand fires. Roads wound crazily up to the peak, where the largest palace gleamed against the snow. Precariously perched gardens bloomed with olive trees and rosebushes. You could make out an open-air market filled with colorful tents, a stone amphitheater built on one side of the mountain, a hippodrome and a coliseum on the other. It was an Ancient Greek city, except it wasn't in ruins. It was new, and clean, and colorful, the way Athens must've looked twenty-five hundred years ago or something.

You'd think something like this, a mountain palace anchored to the Empire State Building was impossible. But here it was…

"Beautiful." Alex breathed.

"Yeah." Percy nodded.

The trip through Olympus for Percy and Alex was a daze to say the least.

They passed some giggling wood nymphs who threw olives at them from their garden. Alex thought they were cute and adorable. Hawkers in the market offered to sell them ambrosia on a stick, as well as a new shield and a genuine glitter weave replica of the Golden Fleece, as seen on Hephaestus TV.

The nine muses were there as well, tuning their instruments for a concert in the park while a small crowd gathered - satyrs and naiads and who Alex assumed were minor gods and goddesses that looked like good looking teenagers.

There was nothing going on to suggest that a civil war was impending. They actually seemed festive. Several of them turned and watched the two demigods pass, even whispering to themselves.

The two eventually climbed the main road, up to the big palace at the peak. It was truly a reverse of the palace in the Underworld. There, everything was black and bronze, whereas here, everything glittered white and silver.

Hades clearly built his palace to resemble this one since he wasn't welcomed in Olympus except on the winter solstice, hence him making his own Olympus underground.

Despite still feeling rage towards him for what he did to Thalia, Alex couldn't help but actually feel bad for Hades. It's no wonder that he's so bitter from being banished from this place. It just seemed so unfair.

The two went up steps that led up to a central courtyard and past that was the throne room.

Room wouldn't really come close to describing the place. It would make Grand Central Station look like a mildly fancy bathroom. Massive columns rose to a domed ceiling that was gilded with moving constellations.

There were twelve thrones, all built for beings the size of Hades, that were arranged in an inverted U, like the cabins at Camp Half-Blood. In the central hearth pit was an enormous fire.

All the thrones were empty except for two of them at the end: the head throne on the right, and the one to its immediate left. It was clear to both Percy and Alex who these gods were that waited for them to approach. As they came towards them, they felt their legs trembling.

The gods were in giant human form, just like Hades, yet Alex felt like he could only barely look at them without feeling a tingle, like his body was about to start burning.

Zeus, the Lord of the Gods, wore a dark blue pinstripe suit. He also sat on a throne made entirely of solid platinum. He also had a well trimmed beard of marbled grey and black hair, like a storm cloud. His face was also handsome, proud and grim. His eyes were a rainy grey.

As Percy and Alex got nearer to him, the air crackled and smelled of the ozone.

The god sitting next to him was his brother and Percy's father: Poseidon.

Percy moved towards Poseidon's throne and Alex towards Zeus, and both knelt.

"Father." Percy said.

"Lord Zeus." Alex said.

"Should you not address the master of this house first, boy?" Zeus asked Percy sharply.

The two boys kept their heads down, and waited.

"Peace, brother," Poseidon finally said. "The boy defers to his father. This is only right. Besides, your grandson addressed you first, did he not?"

"You still claim him then?" Zeus asked, menacingly. "You claim this child whom you sired against our sacred oath?"

"I have admitted my wrongdoing," Poseidon said. "Now I would hear them speak."

That hurt Percy, thinking he was a wrongdoing on his father's part.

"I have spared him once already," Zeus grumbled. "Daring to fly through my domain ... pah! Were it not for my grandson, I would have blasted him out of the sky for his impudence."

"And risk destroying your own master bolt and Artemis' son? She's already laid a beating on Ares for trying to kill her son, I doubt you want your little princess to be mad at you next." Poseidon asked calmly.

Hearing that his mom beat up Ares, Alex couldn't help but grin. 'Mom, you are the best.'

"Let us hear them out, brother." Poseidon advised.

Zeus grumbled some more. "I shall listen," he decided. "Then I shall make up my mind whether or not to cast your son down from Olympus."

"Perseus. Look at me. You too, Alexander." Poseidon then said.

They did, and they couldn't make out what he was thinking as he had a great poker face. There was no sign of love or approval, just a neutral expression. As if he didn't know what to think in regards to his son.

"Address Lord Zeus. Tell him your story." He then told them.

And so the two demigods went on to tell Zeus everything, just as it happened. Alex especially told him of how he came to realise what was really going on, though he didn't say anything about Luke, since he'd need hard proof that he was the thief. The two took out the master bolt, which started sparking in the Lord of the Sky's presence, and laid it at his feet.

After the explanation, there was a long silence, only broken by the crackle of the hearth fire.

Zeus opened his palm and the bolt flew right into it. Upon closing his fist, the metallic points flared with electricity until he held what looked like the classic lightning bolt, a twenty foot javelin of arcing, hissing energy that made the hairs on Percy and Alex' scalps rise.

"I sense the two boys are telling the truth." Zeus muttered. "But that Ares would do such a thing… it is most unlike him."

"He is proud and impulsive." Poseidon said. "It runs in the family."

"Lord?" Percy asked.

"Yes." Both gods asked in unison.

"Ares didn't act alone. Someone else - something else - came up with the idea."

And so he and Alex described their dreams and the feeling they had on the beach, that momentary breath of ancient evil that had stopped the world and made Ares back off from killing Percy.

"In the dreams…" Percy said. "...the voice told me to bring the bolt to the Underworld. Ares hinted that he'd been having dreams, too. We believe that he was being used, just as we were, to start a war."

"You are accusing Hades, after all?" Zeus asked.

"No, it wasn't him, Lord Zeus." Alex took over. "We were in the presence of Hades. What we felt on the beach was very different. It was what we felt upon getting close to the pit that acts as the entrance to Tartarus. It was something truly evil and ancient, And Ares called it the Crooked One in one of the dreams."

This made Poseidon and Zeus look at each other, having a quick and intense discussion in Ancient Greek, Percy and Alex were only able to catch one word: Father.

Poseidon made a suggestion, but Zeus cut him off. Poseidon tried to argue, but Zeus held his hand up angrily. "We will speak of this no more. I must go personally to purify this thunderbolt in the waters of Lemnos, to remove the human taint from its metal."

He rose and looked down at Percy and Alex, his expression softening a fraction of a degree, especially towards Alex. "You two have done me a service. Few heroes could have accomplished so much."

"Thank you, Lord Zeus." Alex bowed his head respectfully.

"We had help, of course, sir." Percy added in. "Grover Underwood and Annabeth Chase-"

"To show you my thanks, Perseus Jackson, I shall spare your life. I do not trust you. I do not like what your arrival means for the future of Olympus. But for the sake of peace in the family, I shall let you live."

"Um… thank you, sir."

"Do not presume to fly again. Do not let me find you here when I return. Otherwise you shall taste this bolt. And it shall be your last sensation."

Zeus then turned to Alex and his expression softened a bit.

"You are a surprise to say the least, Alexander. Make your mother's name proud and accomplish great things." Zeus said, surprising Alex at how softened Zeus' tone had become when addressing him. Then again, it could be because Zeus loves his daughters and doesn't like the thought of them angry at him.

Thunder then shook the palace and in a blinding flash of lightning, Zeus was gone.

"Is he always like that?" Alex asked Poseidon, who chuckled.

"Oh yes. Your grandfather has always had a flair for dramatic exits. I think he would've done well as the god of theater."

An uncomfortable silence.

"Sir," Percy said, "what was in that pit?"

Poseidon regarded him. "Have you not guessed?"

"Kronos," Alex said. "The king of the Titans."

Even in the throne room of Olympus, far away from Tartarus, the name Kronos darkened the room, made the hearth fire seem not quite so warm on my back.

Poseidon gripped his trident. "In the First War, boys, Zeus cut our father Kronos into a thousand pieces, just as Kronos had done to his own father, Ouranos. Zeus cast Kronos's remains into the darkest pit of Tartarus. The Titan army was scattered, their mountain fortress on Etna destroyed, their monstrous allies driven to the farthest corners of the earth. And yet Titans cannot die, any more than we gods can. Whatever is left of Kronos is still alive in some hideous way, still conscious in his eternal pain, still hungering for power."

"He's healing," Percy said. "He's coming back."

Poseidon shook his head. "From time to time, over the eons, Kronos has stirred. He enters men's nightmares and breathes evil thoughts. He wakens restless monsters from the depths. But to suggest he could rise from the pit is another thing."

"That's what he intends, Father. That's what he said."

Poseidon was silent for a long time.

"Lord Zeus has closed discussion on this matter. He will not allow talk of Kronos. You have completed your quest, child. That is all you need to do."

"But—" Percy stopped myself. Arguing would do no good. It would very possibly anger the only god who he had on his side. "As... as you wish, Father."

A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it?"

"No ... sir."

Alex looked between them and smirked a little. "Okay, you two need to have a chat that's been a long time coming. I'm going to wait outside, let you two have this because you need it."

Percy smiled at him and nodded, and Poseidon looked grateful towards him.

Alex left the throne room and stood outside, breathing out a moment. Part of him was a little jealous that Percy got to speak to his father while his mother was nowhere to be found.

"'And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer.'" Someone quoted, causing Alex to look and blink as he saw a very beautiful woman with long black hair and stormy grey eyes, dressed in a beautiful elegant Greek-style dress that went down to her ankles.

The moment he saw her eyes, he knew who she was right away. "Aunt Athena?"

Athena smiled at her nephew. "Hello Alex."

"What are you doing here?" Alex asked, recalling that Athena is one of three who knew about Artemis' relationship and pregnancy.

"I figured I would come and see my newest nephew, congratulate you on your first quest. Even if it was with Poseidon's son." Athena said, her tone laced with annoyance when speaking of Poseidon. And Alex remembered the rivalry between the two.

"Percy's not that bad, got a bit of a motor mouth but he just needs someone to keep him in check or he might piss off the wrong person." Alex said, making Athena chuckle softly.

"You sure have your father's mouth." She smiled at him gently. "You did great, Alex. You may be Artemis' son, but I would have been proud of you if you were my son."

"Well, dad certainly had the charm, maybe in another life he charmed you." Alex joked, making Athena laugh.

"I'm sure he would've. He is a good man, like his father. Sparda is a respected legend amongst these halls." Athena said, making Alex look curious. "When Mundus, the Demon King, sought to conquer the world, we attempted to stop him but were... defeated easily. If it wasn't for Sparda, our reign would have ended long ago. Not even my father can argue against Sparda's heroic acts. You remind me of him, Alex. As does your father. You do your bloodline proud."

"Thank you." Alex smiled at her and she smiled back. "How did the other gods react to mom Claiming me?"

"Now that was quite a day." Athena chuckled. "They were shocked, which would be a big understatement. Zeus was outraged she had a relationship and married the man she was with, although I think he was more angry because she didn't tell him. Artemis and I have always had Zeus wrapped around our fingers."

She winked at him and Alex chuckled.

"Upon learning Artemis married before she became pregnant, Hera approved of the relationship. And I think Zeus accepted it when she explained her husband was Dante, the son of Sparda. Your uncle, Apollo, was... ecstatic that he had a nephew though didn't like that he couldn't meet his brother-in-law. Aphrodite... well, let's just say she bugged Artemis constantly. The others were still shocked, and would've demanded more explanation if it wasn't for Hestia and I."

"If I may ask, how did you two come to know about mom being pregnant?" Alex asked.

"Artemis is my sister." Athena said, smiling. "The one I'm closest to amongst my siblings, especially my sisters. When I noticed she was acting differently, I followed her and discovered her relationship with Dante and the swell of her stomach. Hestia had known long before I did, and Artemis trusted her lieutenant, and so we agreed to keep it secret as it was Artemis' first pregnancy. She was scared enough as it is. I'll never forget the day you were born, Alex. The day I held you in my arms. As I said, you may not be my son, but I would've been proud of you even if you were, and I am proud of you as your aunt."

She pulled him into a gentle embrace, and Alex took a second before hugging her back.

"Thanks, Aunt Thea." Alex said, using a nickname for her which made Athena chuckled and kiss the top of his head.

"I must go now, Alex. I wish you luck in your future. And don't worry, you will see your mother soon. I promise." She said and turned to leave before stopping and looked back. "And tell Annabeth that she does her mother proud."

"I promise." Alex nodded and she soon departed.

Shortly after, Percy exited the throne room.

"Let's go. I need to go home now. Hades has returned my mom." He said, and they raced towards the elevator.


That's it for this chapter. Next one is the final chapter. And do remember, it's a double update, so the final chapter has also been posted. Be sure to leave ba review on both.