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Chapter 10

A/N: I am still a baby in writing. I always notice that even in superb stories, the reader and writer both get tired after 20 or so chapters. I, un/fortunately can't even write that much. This fanfic wasn't intended to be long, but will be completed soon.

The hundred eyes of Argus, most of them behind his magical suit, which by the way allowed him to see from inside without revealing anything from outside, were scanning for trouble as they conducted parley with the Egyptians.

Sometime in last week, the Egyptians, who claimed to be living all around the world and some in Brooklyn, for particular, had become aware of their presence in the world and had opened talking panels. This was actually a secret, held only between the leaders of both parts. The leaders of the Egyptians were some Cane siblings or something…

Only the heads of the governing body knew the situation; with this, there was another thing too…

Once his patron goddess (You know, Hera {but actually Rhea}) had forged this new camp, new types of demigods had begun to emerge. Their 'emperor' was absent for most of the time here. But he did design a cool camp, Argus had to admit. He seemed psychic in such matters as to defence or luxury, the prime things a demigod would want.

The point was that boys and girls and even transgenders (that was a new here, in Greek and Roman Camps both) had started to crop up and they had been claimed by weird gods and goddesses previously unknown to both Greeks and Romans.

Argus knew that the original Byzantine Empire was a Christian one. Even old Rome had turned Christian by its end. But the mysteries had not stopped there. Mount Olympus had shifted again. Now, they had to find the Heart of the West again. He wondered where it would be now. Mexico? South America? But the new trend seemed to be Demigods of Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Mesopotamian descent. These demigods, only about a dozen or so in number now, were incredible level headed. They were normal teens alright, but the simple way they handled things seemed to knock the originals off, in every way possible.

But along with that now came this Egyptian trouble. Some of the new demigods were Alexandrian demigods. They were incredibly powerful compared to their counterparts yet lacking in some areas which were easily achieved by pure Greeks, Romans or Egyptians.

That was the root of the talks: This Greco-Romano-Egyptian trouble. The Egyptians were friendly enough, even jovial. But their powers seemed to act strangely. Once, when he had focused three of his eyes on some cat-goddess's hands, those eyes had turned cat like and her claws had become peacock feathers.

They had not delved into it yet. Argus calculated the position of the sun and the co-ordinate system of the sky. It was around 2 O'clock. Wish their emperor showed up his face and handled this. It would have been much easier with that enigmatic guy on their side. Well, he had another meeting to guard at 2:45, sharp. He wondered how this meeting would be. They had been a little upset when they had described their emperor...they had seemed a little shaken up too. Well, it couldn't be too bad, could it?

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A wave ripped the straw dummies on the shore. Percy aimed is powers at another set, farther away. He could hear them rip even from where he stood, which was far away.

Jackson had been planning long enough. It was time to descend to direct action.

Percy entered the lobby of the Lotus Casino, now shifted to Ogygia, for its uninterrupted freedom in power manipulation. But he had a surprise waiting there.

A man got up from a seat in the plush lobby and introduced himself as the king of the Dragons, Auroran. Percy had not been expecting this guy any time around now, but Percy had never in his dreams expected him to be Lenin.

The founder of Communist Russia, a Dragon. He offered explanation that he had indeed been born to human parents as Lenin, but was actually Auroran in spirit. He explained something about Immaterial rebirth and something like material being too volatile and changing to be stable for a single life, etc. but Percy could not care much about the theories that time.

Auroran had come to warn him that Dracona, their home world was drawing close to this world. There was a high proportion of Antimatter in Dracona…it would not do well if they met, much less merged. Auroran/Lenin had come to warn him of it.

Percy thanked him and sent the revolutionary thinker off. Percy turned to the Titan Council, who had assembled on his orders. In an eight tier rows of seats, the rest of the Time Hunters sat. He announced,

"Today, it will be decided whether Apocalypse occurs. Or not. We are one of the most powerful team in History for a long time. Let's Hunt."

They roared in answer. Plans were made just a 'minute' before the departure.

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Percy had analysed the enemy. They held Differentiation powers and those alone. But Differentiation could almost do anything. This excess Differentiation of theirs had to be countered using Integration, with small uses of Differentiation to boost their attacks.

Besides that, the Time Hunters had their own powers of invincibility, much more power over time since Percy led them, could Illusion themselves and could control the presence and absence of light. These were advantages that could just tip the scales. Besides, most of the original crew were Demigods; Byzantine Demigods, most of them. That was how they had, in their previous debuts, razed the island of Circe, despite the sorcerous protectors she had placed on the island.

And, the Differentials still held on to material possessions and desires. That would definitely halt them in advanced Differentiation, though he did not expect the elite to not have found a way around it.

But from another point, there were those Chaotic Dragons. Some had already swallowed airplanes. The Bermuda Triangle had to be cleared again too.

With these on their minds, the Time hunters travelled on the big truck they'd made.

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Walnubis was fidgety in these 'talks'. Both sides called it 'Talks', but he knew that the end had already been preordained by one Hundaris/Percy Jackson, the 'emperor'. Carter and he had been very alarmed to know that he was emperor of two now united camps, but he seemed to have good intentions, as far as he could see.

But that did not make him quieter. Monsters seemed to attack them with a ferocity he had not encountered on the Shore of Chaos. If someone said every monster had become possessed by Apophis somehow, he would believe them.

The emergence of the Alexandrian demigods had been the final string in the end to their talks. They had officially become one the moment they discovered the existence of such demigods. Leaving them alone in the world was a big no-no. They had been forced to unite, though it was not dire circumstances that forced it; there simply was no other way.

Walnubis thought that this Percy Jackson had indeed orchestrated all this. Any dissent in the Egyptian Nomes had been mysteriously silenced. The opposers either started life anew suddenly and turned to their side, or disappeared from the face of Earth forever. Most mysterious, but not unsolvable.

On the whole, they were being led by their noses, eyes closed. He hoped the herder was not foolish. Else, it was doom.

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Percy and co had been forced to find the Dragon world manually. He had forgotten to ask the co-ordinates of Dracona. They found it a few decades later. Sheesh, the number of worlds in which Dragons alone existed was huge. They finally tracked down their version of Dracona. Percy resolved to find the co-ordinates of their Earth before embarking on the return journey.

A few Dragons, familiar and unfamiliar, were waiting, decades before their arrival. Percy was introduced to the only non-chaotic dragon he had not yet met: The Draconic daughter of Pontus and Ouranos, The Dragon of Revolution (something like French revolution, Communist revolution etc.; not the rotation/revolution – revolution), Jeanne de Arc (Joan of Arc, in plain English).

One of the fates said, "You are quite lazy, Percy Jackson. You skipped a whole ten years in coming here? Don't lie; I know you did it just now."

"Come on, sister, it's not as if it did any harm, relax."

"What's the matter if he did harm, lost us time, or gained us. He is the Lord of Time, fully capable of changing Time as he wishes; you two are wasting energy, sisters."

Joan said, "*sigh*, shut up, you three. Percy Jackson, Dracona will collide in about five, four, and three…"

Percy, alarmed, reversed time to a year ago in a fret of control loss. He felt fooled; he had not liked this trickery but it did not seem to have any side effects, so Percy was fine. Joan had just wanted more time to plan and talk. But obviously, Dracona a year ago was different, it seemed. They were currently standing in the bottom of a pit, half a kilometre in diameter.

They climbed out in half an hour and exchanged more information. But of course, the Differentials were not happy.

They went to the place the Differentials had been planning to devastate the worlds. It was currently empty; it would find use only in about a year from now. But this was where they would appear. But the preparations for the ritual to collide the two worlds had begun from about six months before the scheduled collision. So, Percy fast forwarded six months.

As soon as he witnessed the arrival of Differentials, he returned the flow to normal. This was about the Time he had woke those sleepy Dragons. The first Dragon to wake up was the chaotic son of Gaia and Ouranos. He did not seem interested in introducing himself as a prominent personality. Percy guessed that if he had any human form, it would be that of Attila the Hun, Hitler, or some similar guy.

Their huge truck, in which they had arrived, split up into cars, around two dozen in number. Each car had at least one Titan in it and they split up to round the Dragon. He reared and roared, sensing his freedom and only then noticed the 'teeny tiny ant-like-mobiles'. But it soon changed its decision to crush the cars; they were too numerous and harmful. Jackson and crew literally pinned the Dragon down and depowered it, courtesy to Pan's Panic.

However, the Differentials, by all means, had taken advantage and shifted their ritual elsewhere. Percy had not been aware that the first Dragon would wake up here. The differentials had run but Jackson had no other job on list now other than chasing them. Vroooom!

The parade of cars mysteriously cleared any traffic block they encountered. Soon, they traced the Differentials to the Triangular-pyramid-thingy in San Francisco.

A pair of Differentials stood atop the building, doing some serious ritual to initiate contact between two worlds. Percy regretted destroying such a work of art, but he had no choice. Atlas's car was fitted with a heat seeking missile or two. Short story? The basement exploded.

Naturally, those two were just a bluff. This was just a trap to turn their attention from the real thing.

The rest of the differentials had vanished in those moments.

If there was ability in the enemy hands and Percy had no counter to it, then it was foolishness to continue the chase. But since Percy was continuing it and since Percy was not unwise, it meant that Percy had means to trace them again. And lo, our theory seemed to be correct. The drivers pressed a button and a screen slithered itself into life and beamed out the location in a 3-D hologram, their version of the GPS.

Half an hour later (which, again, was simply not just 30 minutes); they hit the brakes somewhere near Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Cool, Percy wanted to see some football (meaning the non-American usage of Football, okay?), he could sadly predict that it would not be so. But they spotted the Differentials. They seemed to be kind of waiting for them. Percy hoped they could brave the trap.

Joe, his hair whipping around his face, said, "Don't know when to stop or give up, Jackson? Well, we'll teach you. Now, look at this!"

Joe held up the mysteriously stolen Jules Rimet trophy. "Humans have always been inventing things and we have always crushed them. Oh, the daring of them to break balance between order and Chaos! Both are parts of Human life and so must their society be. Many have misunderstood it and tried to improve it, but we've always slicked to our principle. What have you to say for yourselves?"

Jackson answered, "You speak gobbledegook and we are of Humanity. All you do is try to spook and you will be bereft of brevity, when we are finished, you sorry excuse for a rule-sticker!" Percy returned the cup to the FIFA later, when all this was done.

Jackson did not like words alone; he needed action succeeding them and thought preceding them. Well, in that order, action followed.

Suddenly, they were surrounded in smoke. What was happening? This was not a part of their plan! Were the differentials up to something?

The smoke cleared as suddenly as it had come. But they were left with a clear view: of a brown-haired man, standing regally, with a blonde woman with grey eyes beside him. The man had a military green t-shirt and cargoes on him. But his skin was a weird grey, the exact grey of his companion's eyes.

Jackson observed the woman through the slits in his helmet. Athena? What was she doing with this man? Last time he had checked, she was a maiden goddess. Jackson got a n answer without even asking for a question:

The man spoke, "It is high time I end your petty quarrels. I am the son of Zeus and sister of Athena, my father's to-be-over thrower, Raktos. Let's see how you fair against the might of Pollution."

'Wazzhesayin…' was all that Percy could think, before both the Time Hunters and the Differentials got covered in garbage. Uh, the smell! Selena and Theia tried to flick these away, but due to some reason, it only seemed to corrupt the casters' powers. Ok, no powers to be acted upon this goo until ways were found. But it was not easy to swim through the heap. However, Raktos seemed to have other plans. He had lit a pyre for them under this entire heap. Sheesh, he wanted to cook them alive.

However, Percy bet that the differentials had vanished already. So, what for were they alone here? Percy and co. vanished before the heat became unbearable.

However, once they had rid themselves of the filth (through rigorous use of Integration and Differentiation, no less), they teamed up again. This time however, they took off in choppers and gliders and stealth bombers.

Raktos was not to be ignored. He was prophesied to overthrow Zeus, just as he had done to Kronos. His Immaterial Investigation had revealed that Raktos had been born from Zeus's tears, when he had cried once over his latest wife –Ms/Mrs Grace –'s death. While pollution had been evident and widespread for a time longer than 10 decades, it seemed to have a lord only twenty years before or so. Damn. If Percy had known there was such a post, he would have grabbed it. But Raktos seemed to know something of immaterial too; this would not do.

Percy knew that the nuclear bombs in their flights were not enough to put the Differentials down. Alissa and Aldron were hiding somewhere too. The Dragons had been relieved that Dracona was not colliding immediately and had left, to get a respite, unlike the Time Hunters, who were on offensive, 24 by 7 now.

As they reached mount Olympus, they saw that it too, was in no good shape. Raktos had already made his move. Oh, it was calm and peaceful and white and all that. But the Olympian stronghold had become polluted. He could spot dust and grime on the buildings and the reduced aura of the place. Seriously, what did they expect, sitting right on top of Manhattan?

But the sea, sky, etc., the domains of the Gods, were polluted too. This only doubled the effect. But fortunately, Raktos was a newbie, with only Wisdom to guide him. But still, that was dangerous enough.

Percy, fearing Raktos would capture Mount Olympus anyway, tracked the guy. However, he seemed a little hard to find. But Athena, proud and calm, was easier to find, for she had little experience in Immaterial. True enough, Raktos and Athena were secretly moving to the palace of Zeus. Looked like Percy's assessment was correct: They were planning to move on Zeus.

This was Zeus's lunch time. He would smell the fire, check his E-mail, Prayers and Mobile and go for a walk in New York next. He would be most vulnerable at prayer review, when he would keep no company at all.

And lo, they were about to enter the palace at the right time when the Master Bolt exploded on Raktos. Hehe. It was definitely an advantage to have Hera whispering in Zeus's ears for them.

Athena had been vaporized, but Raktos still survived. Raktos stood up, a little shaky and yelled, "YOUR TIME IS OVER, ZEUS! YOU WILL PAY, FOR EVERYTHING!"

The Lord of pollution was not unaware of them. He turned and shot goo at them. But what was the point of choosing state of the art Helicopters if he was to just goo himself and land himself in trouble? Percy swerved his share of goo. If Percy gave another chance to this guy, he might do something. So, his stealth bombers dropped their main weapons on mount Olympus: Not bombs, definitely not nukes. Lethe water and microscopic computers that loaded information into brains.

Raktos was not easily taken, but in the confusion, the already taken Hephaestus knocked Raktos down. Now, was the time to fulfil the prophecy, Percy decided. Percy took and forced control on Raktos's hand and touched Zeus. Zeus, who was under their control flopped down at the mere touch. Zeus had fallen, by Raktos's hand. After that, of course, Percy sat on all the thrones and claimed everything for himself, except those Olympians' properties whom he had not brainwashed: Posiedon, Artemis, Apollo and Hades (who actually had little in Olympus, but was an Olympian none the less and had a small shrine somewhere). Raktos went into a stasis chamber, where he was subjected to electro magnetised Lethe water, which finally managed to kill of his memories, despite the Immaterial control that Raktos held.

Percy had outright control of Mount Olympus The Heart of the West. He shrunk it and moved it to a safe place: Ogygia, their Headquarters.

This was a severe blow to the Differentials. They were surely trying to save their face in front of their objectives, now. However, Percy still had negligible knowledge as to the location of the Mind of the East. But if Percy's assumptions were right, he need not take the hassle he'd taken to capture the Heart; he could do the east much simpler. If his theory was correct.

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Human Kind is a taught rope, Jason thought. Only ropes seemed to be effective in carrying out tension, with many exceptions, but it still was a general rule. And since people seemed to carry a lot of it, Jason thought that ropes and Humanity were very much alike.

Camp Byzantium had been a safe haven for demigods for about half a year by now. Byzantine Demigods…Jason had never, in his dreams, thought that History would proceed instead of repeating. History was a cycle and Time was a blender. They were usually pushed into the same thing again and again.

Last time, they had been forced to fight Kronos again. Unless Jason was much mistaken, they would fight giants again. Then, Gaia would wake up and a hell lot of things would happen again. Jason prayed that they never happen in his life time.

Jason had been facing a new situation: The arrival of combo demigods. First, it was simply Egyptian-Greco demigods. Then came Romano-Egyptian demigods. Then came their second/third generation off springs. Jason simply did not know how they had survived this long on the world. But the major shock had been the Byzantine Demigods.

The most powerful so far, they had ancestry in Roman, Greek, Egyptian and Mesopotamian/Persian descent. These demigods were…different. They were normal teens, but with a strange military and civil sense. There had been just about a dozen such demigods in Camp Byzantium. But they had transformed the small camp they had into a self-contained estate.

The Greeks, for old times' sake, had planted a strawberry farm. Entered the byzantine demigods. They grazed the empty yet-to-be used meadow with cattle and then established a diary unit. Once the patch was clear, they started farming, extensively. Soon, they exported milk and vegetables and cereals. But the demigods did not seem very content with it. They had erected factories instead of armouries. Currently, tanks were being created there.

The stables had been razed. In its place, cars, buses, trucks…you get the idea.

Jason was really confused. This camp…no, city seemed to grow like algae in eutrophication. This was simply uncontrollable, Jason thought.

The parley talks with the Egyptians had been smooth. They had each-others' co-operation. But some had expressed dissent and dismay over the new power. Jason felt their fear too, but he thought the things that would happen if they did not face their fear. Jason was more fearful of that.

But he need not have feared. By some obscure, mysterious events, all such people had either vanished or had converted to their point of view. Some had even gone to the extent of taking a dip in the Lethe and starting life anew. Either they had really wanted to do it, or someone had dumped them in it. Jason, couldn't be sure, but he thought that this was their emperor's doing. And, Mount Olympus was still missing.

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China and India were the sole roots of the East. But they were different yet alike in culture. While each country today was proud and powerful in its own aspects, these had been the basements.

Atlas did not exactly know why, but naming navigation books after him was the surest thing that set him to know every place on Earth. Jackson had sent him on this mission. Accompanying him was Pan.

Atlas wore his full battle armour, new style. Perseus Jackson, an interesting person. If one could simply do all that, then why were they suffering like this? The only answer was that there were people with Percy's mind who were against him. But even then none seemed to equal him fully. Thus, they were winning. Atlas was the reason GPS had become cheaper. He surely knew his way around the world. He was planning to take over the domain of satellites one day. Might be worth it.

Anyway, their small plan was to locate it first. The Mind of the East. The Mind, was, of course, the Mind and did not behave like the heart. It decided and acted; it did not simply wander and move instant by instant. The mind could be a weapon, the rest mere instruments. Now, Atlas was not in the Himalayas to simply admire the Mountains. He knew that this was the meeting of China and India. If there were any clues, it would be here.

Pan stroked a rock. Nearby, Yetis groaned to life. Awww, Pan was re-activating his frozen Wild spots.

"Pan, couldn't you simply do this later? We just need to locate the Mind, its not as if we are on Pollution patrol yet; Cappy's doing it! Why release them so soon? It was not without reason you locked them up. They can't live with this pollution."

"Hey, you gonna ask a sorry for that soon, buddy. But look, we've arrived."

Atlas grunted. They'd found it alright. A secret martial arts temple. It was not Indian, Chinese, Japanese or Korean, or Nepalese or of any nation whatsoever. It simply belonged to the east. The two Time Hunters entered the temple. They were met by a tall, not-so-lean figure. Logic radiated from him.

"Come, wash your materialistic thoughts outside and seek within. Once you're done, follow me."

Since he seemed patient enough to wait out eternity, Atlas calmed his mind down and washed off his aches with some Ambrosia. Whew, it was tough, this mountain climbing. But after half-an-hour, Atlas felt collected enough. The receiver seemed satisfied and let them both in. Pan had done it in a second. Must be relaxing to look at nature and be its lord.

Anyway, they were led into a hall, where a council sat. It…was not a council, but councils. On the left sat the Eastern counterparts of the Olympians, from India. On another level of reality were: heaven, Chinese Dragons (essentially the same beings, but of different mythological descent, but the same attitudes, views and world, besides being Chinese, of course), etc. Old civilizations, both of them. They had moved on to deeper religions, but these were the older ones. They seemed to already know their mission. The council(s) closed their eyes and lo! They were in Ogygia, ready to Integrate.

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Oceanus had taken to sea and had brought Poseidon here, also Lethe-d up. Percy did not feel comfortable at this, but Poseidon had not liked this. His memories would be returned afterwards, however, just like the others too.

Percy knew that the Differentials would attack any time now. He wouldn't be surprised if king and queen turned up. This would mean an end to their work. Their idiotic assumptions of the world and Humanity. The 'superiority' they felt as people who could supress others. All this would end. Now.

Percy, drawing from his experience from Integrating Night and Day, started Integrating the two Immaterialism. He progressed slowly. All the while, Enemies battered the small island. But they had it rigged up.

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History was repeating itself for the last time. He and his sister had asked for a bit of more space for necromancy grounds day before yesterday. He had been denied it. Nico had collected a group of skeletons and had attacked that Byzantine space-conservationist and it turned out that he'd become Attila the Hun's replica in those seconds. Yesterday, Jason had built a sand castle and that was the Hagia Sophia's construction. Later that day, Beckendroff had accidentally fired a stray bullet into it. The fall of Constantinople.

Nico knew that these were the Historic repetitions, reduced to a ridiculously childish size. Maybe the others could feel it, maybe they did not…but it did seem true. He turned the silver ring on his finger. His father had suddenly disappeared today morning…his place, his presence in the world was empty. Nico was troubled. He had consulted Bianca and Hazel on it. Dang, it did not seem long since Hazel had been resurrected. But it was almost half a year now. Pluto/Hades was gone now and they were in a fix.

Jason knocked at his open door. He waved him in.

Hey, Nico, wann'ed to ask, but didcha feel yer dad disappearing yesterday, like somewhere in the afternoon? Don't think I'm crazy fer it, dude. It does feel so, in some weird way."

Nico answered in the affirmative, but he did say that he felt it only today morning. Jason seemed puzzled.

On inspection, most of the Godly parents were gone. What was happening?

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Horus and his batch had been suffering assault after assault but they'd managed to survive this long. They'd finally come to Ogygia and had joined with the Eastern and western Demigods. The Egyptians had been the birthplace of the new age civilization. Even now, the original curtain of the ages, in Horus's throne room, which had been completely dark until now, was flickering and tearing, as if light was pounding the curtain from the other side. However, the black part seemed immovable, though an occasional flicker still appeared.

Percy watched the tired, ages old, weary gods rest. This would be their final headache. The Integration had started off without any interruption, but had been soon visited by the Differentials. Since they had been mostly on the run or in hiding for the most part, they found themselves at a fix when they found themselves in need to attack or lose. But they came prepared enough.

Nukes were simply not possible here. Percy had set Missile repelling things in the small island. The forests had been cut down. This was a full base, extending somewhat into water too. Flights regularly took off and patrolled. But they were not without losses. About 10 Time Hunters had died already. Hopefully, Percy would finish it by today evening. But the differentials were constantly trying to spread out his effects and make him lose its effectiveness. But his allies the Dragons were taking care of it, countering it with Integration. Contact had been made with elite troops of the enemy already. Monsters had been unleashed upon them.

But one thing had become crystal clear: Aldron and Alissa were not here to balance or anything. They served Nothing, no less. They did not envision the destruction of Humanity; they wanted the destruction of everything. But they did not understand. Immaterial could not be destroyed with itself.

The Universe could be fully Immaterial, or Nothing, materially. Or, it could be fully material and be Everything, as opposed to Nothing. But what they sought was neither. Nothing itself was nowhere and everywhere. It wasn't sentient at all. It was just a state and that too very temporary. By no means could anyone achieve it.

But obviously, these guys had something else in mind: Total domination. They wanted to tear down the universe and rebuild it, with them as masters. They called this service to Nothing. But it was just their own desire to become the rulers of Everything.

This would not do, anywhere. Percy needed to stop these guys.

While Lethe water did it effects on those who were defenceless, it was not effective against Rain cloaks or Umbrellas or Waterproof armour. Percy had not expected this to happen. But his ordinary missiles still worked. Joe had gone down in some of those. But in no way was the attack finished.

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It had been 80 hours. 80 hours, each Yotto second filled with Integration.

Calypso watched from the charmed-camera rigged to Percy Jackson's base. The fight had ended long ago. She estimated that the struggle had taken about twelve hours in Ogygia, but it had been 80 hours on Earth. Leo had been gobsmacked at the changes to the world he'd been in, on returning to Earth.

First, they'd noticed nothing new. But something was off, they'd decided. But then, one day, Gaia simply woke up and vanished! She had informed Leo of this, but he laughed it off, saying that Dirt Queen was dust. He would laugh over it, but then he'd sit about thinking.

Then, more recently, Mount Olympus had moved. Leo had seen the year in the newspapers too. It showed the past years, from his point of view, but Calypso had shoved it off as Ogygia's magical Time.

But this was too much. That Percy Jackson had had the decency to ask for here freedom once but had not bothered to check it. While she wasn't particularly cross, for he couldn't have done much else, she was a little flared on it. But then…her tracking spell on Ogygia had activated, alerting her to new arrivals on her island. She'd wept for her razed garden, but Percy Jackson did not seem to think it was enough. She did not know what he was planning to do, but he'd invited Egyptians and Indians and Dragons and oh…so many powers in one place!

She's shown Leo a video of this. He'd been alarmed. Then he'd laughed, telling her off for learning to animate things inside a tab. It had taken some time to convince him that it wasn't so. But in the end, who was the winner? Calypso rotated the camera. Everywhere, she could see rubble alone. Nothing else. Who had won?

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Percy spat blood off his mouth. His eye had been bruised. In some wonderful climax, he'd lost concentration and had slopped it up. However, the loss of concentration was because he had been killing Aldron and his consort with his hands, personally. Many, many had died, but it was done. The differentials were no more. That night, Percy Integrated the East and the West properly and joined it, hopefully forever.

Percy glanced at his crew. Selena had died. Hyperion was in hospital ward. Mnemosyne had suffered nuclear radiation and Krios had been erased from Immaterial. The marines were currently searching the smoking battle field. Oceanus, Tethys and Poseidon were searching the seas.

At last, he'd done it. The fractured segments of Humanity were Integrated. Bias was abolished. He'd broken the barriers that had kept them apart.

On earth, the West and the East slowly merged in culture and society. The Internet language became global and even shepherd could converse in the new, global language, its roots in every language.

Pollution was taken over and the domain itself was dissolved into oblivion. Things simply amazing and dazzling were invented. Actually, they were reinvented. He knew that these had already been invented. They'd been suppressed by the late Differentials. But now, they were free.

Mafias turned into thugs. And thugs turned into cops. Politicians became honest and the world woke to a new dawn.

It was not abrupt or anything. In over a decade, things seamlessly merged, into a state that could be just, just so little, compared to Utopia. And, had Percy mentioned that the Dragons had been caught asleep?

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Percy sat on the throne again, the cushion softening his heavy fall. It was a mocking chair now, no more. 21 winters had passed since the Integration. Roughly 40 per cent of a century since he'd time jumped.

The world had changed into something entirely different. The people had changed along with it. He and a few others alone remained, for they alone still remembered the world before then. He said, "Discipline, in its truest form, is really nothing like what it implies, yes?"

Arthur Pendragon replied, "Yeah, you'd think the pedestrians would fight one moment and the next moment they're apologizing, albeit a little cold. Groovy man, where are the homies and dudes and niggas of Yester-age?"

"Gone, Arthur, gone with the wind. No more. Poof. Ha. I like that. Just because people really thought out things."

"Yeah, a different world, this. But dude, this is turning out to be boooring for us. We need more action to live. This is not gonna keep us busy, Immaterial or no. What's your plan? Don't tell me you got none. All you've been doing since last year is think and plan. What've you come up with?"

Percy glanced at Arthur and then at Joan. The fates were watching him and so was his manager.

"Well…you see, I found a dimension in which Luke Skywalker really exists. And then there are the dimensions in which Power rangers exist…"

"Whoa boss! Do you have nice Candy Crush Dimension?" asked Blackjack, talking from a mile up high in the sky.

"Well," he answered aloud "we have many things on plate again. Would you all like to pick your share?"

They roared in answer.

A/N: Another story…by this Author. Feel free to review. And, thank you for reading this story. It's been a journey.