The Son of Hestia, Chapter 30. Gods, it feels like yesterday when I posted the first chapter. Thanks again for you support. This is one of the last chapter probably. Not the last one, there will be at least two others, just for th battle, and probably one after, and, if you beg for it, a twist after that. I can't tell anything more.

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AmericanCitrus: I... Sorry XD I'm not native english speaker, so I think I missed the joke. Could you explain it to me by PM please XD Really really sorry.

QueenOfStars23: Thanks :) As for the M rate, I... thought I would write it way bloodier, with more gore. Especially when Percy lost his arm. Or that I would have writen some lemon, but I didn't I found out I wasn't comfortable enough to write lemons so... I'l change it :) But thanks for showing you like it! And of course I'll keep writing, if I have at least one person who reads and enjoy my work, then I'll continue, and I also do this to keep my English level. :)

Pontus True Lord Of The Ocean:I had to check on the wikia for the way Triton acted, and of course Percy will lose it. Angel is too sweet for that. :) She is my innocent character after all, the opposite of Elveril.

JustLucky05: YOu asked, I obeyed XD

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"He is wrong. Don't worry about that. Triton is just jealous and afraid that you take his place as heir. He is just as prideful as Athena." As she said those words, she heard someone clear his throat. She looked up and saw said god, glaring at her.

"Dare to repeat what you said demigoddess?" Asked the heir of Poseidon. Angel calmly stood up and glared back at the god.

"You are just as prideful as Athena. You are insulting you younger sister, who never trained with her powers, nor with a weapon. I think insulting her is a bit shameful." Triton took a step forward, making Angel take one back to avoid touching him.

"She is a bastard of my father, worth nothing. And you should be careful of what you say to me. I am still a god, and it is only because I agreed that you are here, training." Growled Triton. Angel looked taken aback, and then smirked.

"I don't think so, godling. We were invited here by your father. The lord of Atlantis. Now, you should be careful of what you say in front of him." Smirked the demigoddess. The green skin of Triton went considerably whiter. He slowly turned around and faced the visibly angered Poseidon who was next the visibly desperate Amphitrite.

Angel made Lauren stand up. The younger girl smiled in thanks and Angel saw Katie next to the door. The daughter of Demeter spoke with a smirk.

"Triton. You just said the 'bastards' of Poseidon aren't worthy of being called children of the sea right?" Her tone was light, innocent, but Angel knew this face. It was the one she adopted after spending so much time with the Stolls. And that made her wonder what she was planning.

Triton fixed his gaze on her and answered by the positive. Her smirk grew.

"Unfortunately for you, I know another one. One powerful enough to kill two primordial and walk away alive. I wonder what would happen if he saw the scene. Oh! But wait a minute! He did! Let's find out!" Exclaimed Katie with a fake surprised face. Everyone turned around and in a corner, they saw an Iris message, and in it were the two lieutenants of the Fighters, and an unknown group dressed in black. Percy's glacier eyes were glowing in rage. Above him, a storm was forming, they could see the earth shaking. Amphitrite was amazed, it was, after all, the first time she saw him using his powers. Percy fixed his glare on his godly brother.

"Apologize." Ordered Percy. Triton sneered and answered.

"What could you do? You aren't here. Now go back to your little swordplay would you?" Percy took a step in the message and suddenly walked in the palace.

Everyone, Elveril, Poseidon and Amphitrite included, were shocked. The protector slowly pointed at the message.

"How… He…" Then, the identical, and stunned face of the Stoll popped in from each side.

"Is that…" "Possible?" Asked the two brothers, completing each other's sentence.

Percy took another step, his anger rising.

"Apologize." Triton only glared at him. "NOW!" Roared the demigod. With his roar, the floor shook violently, making everyone stumble. Then, his face changed completely. His rage-filled expression changed to a blank one.

"Triton. Have you ever been to Tartarus?" Asked Percy in a whisper. Elverilae gulped.

"No. Why?" Asked the god, slightly suspicious. A small smile appeared at the corner of Percy's lips.

"Because I went there. Don't make me send you there please." No one could tell his feelings, if it was anger, regrets, empathy or craziness.

Tania, who was listening from the other side, sighed.

"Triton is as good as dead if he doesn't apologize. I can feel it." Triton smiled, evilly.

"I am a god, you aren't a match for me." Percy then dashed at an unbelievable speed. He reappeared just in front of him, his right arm in the shape of a blade, pressed on Triton's throat. His expression clearly expressing regret.

"Apologize to her. I really don't want to do this." Poseidon and Amphitrite looked anxious. The goddess turned to the Iris message.

"He won't do this right? It isn't like him." Asked, no, begged the Queen of the sea. Elveril looked at her sadly.

"He may be forgiving. But he is also a trained assassin. And the brother who only despite him just bullied his little sister and threatened my protégé. Be lucky it was him who stepped in and not me. Because he would be in Tartarus already." Answered Elveril with honesty.

Triton paled, for the first time in a millennia, he was cornered by someone else than his father. In his adversary's eyes were two contradictory emotions, determination and regret. Then, a green trident began to glow in his eyes, brighter and brighter. And his last determinations broke.

"I'm sorry!" Yelled the god as he fell on his knees. Percy turned his arm back and walked away.

"It wasn't that hard right?" He then kneeled in front of Lauren.

"Hey sis. Sorry I wasn't here. I see you're training with a bunch of friends." Lauren made a smile and nodded. "That's great! I'll see if I can find a weapon for you. What type do you need?" Lauren frowned a bit.

"I don't know." Percy sighed a bit and gave a small smile.

"Bah. It's okay! Dad will look into it. Right Dad?" Asked the ice armed demigod. Poseidon smiled at the concern Percy was showing.

"Of course son. The Cyclopes are working as we speak." Percy smiled and then frowned.

"Hum. Two things. One. I really need to go back to training or Tania will have my head. And second. How the fudge did I arrive here? All I remember was that I saw the bullying, then I was here, threatening Triton." Poseidon sighed and Elveril laughed while the others were simply dumbfounded at the candidness of the son of Poseidon.

"You walked in the Iris message. Probably the blessing of Pontus." Answered the god, exasperated. Percy smiled sheepishly and looked at his father.

"Alright! I'll send you back!" Said the god, he snapped his fingers and the demigod was flashed in the camp. Elveril dissipated the message and turned to his friend.

"Alright Perce! You go train with the others while I'll go and plan the battle." Everyone nodded and the Assassins and Fighters, along with the Hunters, walked to the arena to train while Elveril walked to the Hades cabin, already thinking of different battle plans.

As the week passed, Elveril stayed inside the cabin, leaned on different maps of Manhattan. Malcom once went in to propose his help but was politely refused. And when he asked where he found his maps, Elveril answered that he had some resourceful friends. And Malcom didn't have the gut to ask for a clear explanation, too afraid of the answer.

He never walked out, summoning food when needed. Resting on a bed just next to his desk. And after a week. He finally finished his battle plan. He rolled the files, put them in a safe next to his bed and walked out of the cabin, the sun immediately blinding him. When he was accustomed with the bright light again, he walked to the arena where he saw, on one side, the three elite groups training under the direction of Tania, and one the other side, the campers were training on themselves. Elveril sighed.

He walked in the center of the sandy arena and faced the campers, who were under the command of Clarisse.

"Alright girls listen up!" Yelled Elveril. This stopped everyone, elite included. Shay smirked.

"They're in for a boot training." Muttered the son of the Primordial. Next to him, the now extremely friendly Tania smiled.

"He is such a sadist in those cases." Shay laughed and nodded.

Clarisse glared at him.

"What do you want punk?" Elveril merely raised an eyebrow at the provocation.

"Well, I observed you guys, and to be honest, I pity you, so I decided to help you. The basis to fight isn't about knowing sword technics. At least, not for demigods since they are scripted in your brains. No, you lack pure physical training. Without that, you can't perfectly control your swings, you can't move fast, be supple enough to avoid strikes. So, we begin." He clapped in his hands and a small explosion sent Clarisse fly in the middle of the crowd of campers.

"Alright dears! From now on! You will call me Sir! Every sentence will begin and end by Sir! Am I clear?" Roared Elveril. The demigods answered back as one.

"Sir yes Sir!" Elveril smiled. He straightened his back.

"Alright sweeties! We have one week to toughen you up! So we begin right now! I want you to make as much push-ups as you can! And when you can't anymore, I want you to continue!" Then obeyed and the boot camp began, Elveril actually making the exercises with them. It ended at nightfall, everyone, Ares campers included, were exhausted. Some of the Aphrodite campers were crying at the end of the day. Just after the last exercise. The barely sweating Elveril had a small smile.

"You were great guys! Go grab something to eat and rest well, I want you all here at sunrise! If you're late, you'll have to stay longer." He walked to a ten years old sobbing Aphrodite girl. He crouched before her and pat her head gently.

"It's okay." Said smoothly Elveril. "It's over for today. You guys were great. Especially your cabin. I know your reputation and what you did was astonishing. Here, take this." Said Elveril as he summoned a chocolate ice-cream. The girl stopped her sobs and timidly took the ice-cream.

Elveril walked to the Fighters and Dan, whe was leaned against a wall, smiled.

"You are horrible." Chuckled the son of Bellona. "But it was great what you did for the young one. She looked really broken." Elveril sighed.

"I know. I know I was horrible. She even looked a bit like Angel when we were younger, so I felt terrible. But the enemy is a primordial. And he drained Tartarus. I do this so they can have a chance to survive." HE unsheathed his ninjato and spun, parrying a slash from his master. Tania smirked.

"I see you still have those astonishing reflexes." Elveril smiled.

"You know master. I am really tired. So don't mess with me. Go kiss Shay in a corner." Cheekily answered the creation of the Hearth. Her eyes widened.

"How? You were in your cabin for the week." Asked silently the daughter of Thanatos. Elveril smiled.

"I saw it during the training today. You trained us to see every potential useful detail after all. Thank you master." Answered Elveril as he spun to kick away the stunned woman. He flashed away his weapon and walked in the direction of the mess hall.

After a joyful dinner, with surprisingly Nico, who seemed a bit more lively then the last time. Elveril and Percy noticed he stole glances in direction of the Apollo cabin. Elveril asked for a war council with the Fighters, the Hunt, the Assassin and the Olympian Council.

And twenty minutes later, Elveril was before the Ping-Pong tables, above number of maps and blueprints, around him was the mentioned people, except that only Thalia and Artemis were present for the Hunt. A last flash blinded everyone after a while, revealing Khione. Elveril smiled and pecked her.

"Hey honey. Thanks for coming." Khione smiled.

"Anything for you my light." Answered the goddess. Elveril looked in front of him again and saw Athena looking at his plans.

"You did a lot of research for this plans. None of my children would have search for blueprints of old subways and pipes." Elveril merely shrugged.

"The victory of a battle is set before it even begins. Master Timing, Space and Commandment and your victory is certain. Sun Tzu, Art of War, first Article." Answered Elveril.

"Indeed son of the Hearth. You seem to know your subject. Now explains it to us." Nodded the goddess of battle strategy. Elveril smiled slightly.

"My battle is simple. Because the more complex, the more variables you have to count in and the more incertitude there is. Now listen well, because it has to work perfectly." Began Elveril.

Two weeks had passed. The demigods passed from teenagers to warriors under the command of Elveril. They were all before the Empire State Building. The Gods were fighting a group of deities consisting of Titans and minor gods in Pennsylvania.

Elveril and Percy were sat at the door of the building. He looked around. Hecate had, as a favor for Anthony, forced the mortals to go home and put them asleep.

They were all in battle armors. Black for the assassins and Fighters, Bronze for the Demigods and Silver for the Hunt. Elveril was grumbling.

"What are they doing! Romans! 'We are proud and organized romans! We will protect and follow you plan!' My ass, they are late! LATE! For the end of the world! Do you believe this! My perfect plans!" The Stolls were laughing at the creation of the Hearth while Shay had a small smile on his usually blank face. Then, on the left, a large group arrived, from the right, a small one, and from the front, a single person. Elveril frowned.

"Who are the small group and the lonely guy?" Asked Tania. Elveril shrugged to signify his ignorance. And after a while, the distinguished the faces. The small group was Angel and her friends and the lonely person was no one else but Paul.