It's been several years since Teresa battled Pricilla, and several years since Percy's episode.

The group of six had moved out of the town and traveled to southeast Lautrec, by the coast. The group had stumbled upon a hidden valley surrounded by mountains on all sides.

Upon arrival, Ilena noted that the only way they found the valley was because of Percy's domain over the Earth and other planetary bodies. He was able to sense the green basin in the coastal mountain range, and the low pond within it because of his domain over Water. Otherwise, no one could find it unless someone were actually looking for it.

Teresa concluded that the lake surrounded by mountains was the perfect place for someone who doesn't want to be found. Thus, the group decided to settle in the valley, and build their new home.

Percy and the former warriors of the Organization helped each other with building a cabin made out of wooden planks from the trees that dotted the earth, but there weren't many trees. So when the group cut them all down, Percy used his domain to grow more and fill the vacant spots the previous ones left behind.

Once the cabin was built large enough to fill six people comfortably, the group finally began living in peace.

Young Clare had grown into a healthy young woman.

Percy trained her on how to use a sword, with the help of the others.

Ilena taught her how to think fast, and analyze her opponents before fighting, while Noel taught her how to be nimble and quick.

Sophia also made sure that Clare became as strong as she was fast.

Clare may have not been at the level of the former Claymores – by far – but she was a force to be reckoned with among the humans.

Once Percy deemed her worthy, he granted her his blessing. She was not given the ability to control parts of his domain, for she was only human and she had no traces of divinity within her being, but he did grant her an extra boost in her strength, and endurance.

Her stamina was heightened to that of a Claymore ranked in the 30's, and her ability to cope was boosted by the blessing. He had her train harder in the mastery of both her strengths and her weaknesses.

While the years passed on, Teresa, Percy, and Clare had bonded enough to be considered related. Of course, Ilena, Noel, and Sophia had bonded with the three, it wasn't as strong.

Teresa and Percy had taken on the roles of mother and father for little Clare. The two adults may have not been in love, but there was no way they wouldn't take on the parental roles that were left vacant for Clare. Clare even started calling them mom and dad – this brought extreme joy to the two powerful people – and loved them as if they were her actual parents.

The Organization had decided to leave them be for a while, and there hadn't been any news on Pricilla's whereabouts.

Teresa believed she had Awakened and settled somewhere far away.

Everything was relatively peaceful during the ten or so years the group lived in the valley.

That was, until one mid-afternoon.

Clare had been tasked with washing the group's apparel in the lake. She had grown into a fine young woman. Her straight brown hair had grown long enough to reach the bottom of her knees, her grayish-green eyes matured, and her (Hannah Montana-like) bangs grew until they covered half her face. Her figure had become more feminine – looking like the other Claymores, but carrying just a little more muscle. She was no longer the frail little girl who was abused by the Yoma who impersonated her older brother, she was now a young woman in her early twenties who was raised by the former Number 1 and the Primordial of Power and Balance, and trained by three of the best Claymores of their time.

As she laid down the basket filled with clothes onto the grassy ground by the lake, she began to reminisce old memories.

She remembered one time, in this very lake, how Percy raised the water level until it nearly tipped the edge. The group had a "lake day" as Noel called it, where everyone had to change into clothes more suited for the water and relax. It was an event that happened every second Monday of every month, and basically became tradition.

While everyone changed into these clothes, Percy had shifted into a form more suitable for water. Let's just say that Teresa was not expecting to be splashed so hard by a half-fish.

Percy had sprouted an ocean blue fish tail that glittered under the rays of the sun, and his tanned skin had a few scales that littered his body. He also had fins on his forearm, but that wasn't important.

Percy had basically made "Lake Day" into "Grate Lake Day".

Imagine the females surprise when they were suddenly able to breathe underwater for the first time. The group explored the valley floor looking for "treasure" – precious metals Percy had summoned and hid in the water filled valley. That was one of the best birthday presents Clare ever had.

Clare smiled at the memory as she washed the clothes. As she dipped one of Noel's shirts into the water, she became exited. Lake Day was in only three days. She couldn't wait for the amount of fun she was going to have. Percy always changed the types of "treasure" they were to find, and he always hid them somewhere different. He even made new hiding places by manipulating the earth with his domain.

It was honestly Clare's favorite day of the month.

But her musings were quickly interrupted by the sound of a scream. A male scream. It wasn't Percy's – his voice was deeper – but of a young boy. She quickly finished with the shirt, and placed it onto the large boulder next to her to dry before she rushed towards the place where the screaming came from.

Percy and the others seemed to have heard the scream as well, for they rushed out of the cabin with their swords drawn and alarmed expressions on their faces.

They had not sensed anyone nearby.

Teresa's eyes met Clare's. They seemed to have an unspoken agreement.

Someone was here, and they were dangerously close to their home.

Clare drew her sword from its sheath at her waist – Percy had informed her that she must always carry a weapon with her in case of an emergency – and followed the others as they ran towards the screaming and the sound of something crashing against a solid surface.

They reached the edge of the clearing – were the entrance was the valley was – and noticed that the screaming had stopped, but it was replaced by the sound of voices. One raspier that the other.

"Please! Just let me go!" came the plea of the boy.

The raspy voice soon followed, "Now, why should I? You're the closest that has ever come to a proper meal, after all."

That was the only information the group needed to know that this boy was in some deep shit.

Percy vanished into the earth after telling the others to stay within the walls of the mountains, before he reappeared a few feet from the boy who was about to be eaten by the Yoma. He noted that the boy had probably been thrown against the oak tree behind him, thus making him unable to defend himself while injured.

The Yoma who had attacked the boy was dressed in the standard uniform of the Organizations warriors. It was clearly trying to impersonate one in order to fool the child.

Why was the kid out here in the middle of nowhere, and why did the Yoma choose do disguise itself as one of the Claymores? They were usually avoided like the plague by the normal folk, anyways, so why choose this form?

Percy chose to question the boy later, but, in order for him to do that, he had to save him first. Percy zoomed forward and slashed his sword at the monster. Purple blood burst from the body before the corpse collapsed onto the ground.

The Primordial turned his gaze to the cowering boy. Upon further assessment, the boy was a preadolescent male with disheveled hair and a scar over his left eye. Percy faintly noted that the boy wore a tank top, harem pants, and puttees. His brown eyes were wide with uncontrolled fear and hope. His clothes were tattered and dirty, and his hair had a few twigs and leaves tangled into the mix.

Percy sighed. The boy clearly needed medical attention. The Primordial shook his blade one time, successfully removing the purple liquid that was Yoma blood. He sheathed his sword and offered the boy his hand.

The kid shied away – the action made Percy frown in annoyance. If the child wished to die, then so be it, but he wasn't going to waste his time trying to coax the kid into following.

He turned to leave, clearly not happy with the fact that the younger male refused his help.

"W-Wait." Came the small voice of the boy.

Percy stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around. He heard the sound of shuffling, and cursing.

The God sighed in exasperation. The kid could have accepted his help. Maybe then, he wouldn't have to struggle getting up. Percy turned back around – now facing the struggling boy – and raised his eyebrow as the kid tried to get up.

Percy watched him struggle for a few more seconds with his hands crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised, and him leaning more to the left, "Need any help?"

The boy froze for a second, not expecting Percy to speak. "Uh…yah."

Percy shook his head exasperation, but helped the kid up anyway. He had the boy place his left arm around Percy's neck and lean on him as they walked back to the valley entrance.

"Thanks back there. I would have been that Yoma's lunch if you hadn't come along and killed it." The boy said as they walked.

Percy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "It was nothing, really. They aren't much of a problem around here. It's been a while since I've seen one."

They quickly reached the entrance. It consisted of two large boulders whose edges formed an upside-down V and were hidden by vines and trees, you could barely notice it among the undergrowth. Only Percy and the others were able to find it, and even then, Percy had to use his domains to locate it when they first arrived.

Percy walked through. The gap was, luckily, large enough to fit two people.

Once Percy passed the entrance into the valley, Clare rushed towards him and the wounded boy.

Clare gasped at the sight of the kid leaning onto Percy. "Are you alright, dad? Who is he?"

Percy smiled at Clare reassuringly. "I'm fine dear, he," Percy motioned his head at the boy. "Isn't, though. Will it be alright if I lay him down onto your bed? It's the closest to the door."

Clare nodded rapidly. "Of course! Here," She walked up to them and helped move the kid. "Let me help you get him inside."

Percy nodded his head gratefully. "Thank you, Clare."

"No problem, dad."

Percy smiled at his daughter. He was happy she decided to help, even though she knew he didn't actually need it. She had a kind heart, after all.

They quickly entered the cabin and laid the boy down onto the small bed. Percy asked Ilena if she could go fill a bucket of water for him, and he asked Teresa to get him some bandages. The two did exactly that, bringing in the materials no less than a minute later.

Thanking them, Percy got to work. He removed the front of the boy's shirt. He then examined the injuries: two broken ribs – one on each side. Percy was relieves that those were the only major injuries. He quickly willed the water from the bucket to blanket the boy's chest – the kid was so at aww, he didn't bother to question what was happening – and purified the water.

Percy had learned during his time in this dimension (He came to realize that this was in fact the Earth, but it was far back in time, and the gods he knew never existed.) that if he completely purified the water and removed all negative elements, the water would be pure enough to have healing properties strong enough to heal all forms of wounds.

Cool right?

The only downside is that it can't bring back the dead since the person's soul is no longer in the body, and if he were to heal a wound, he couldn't leave the water too long or the body would begin to de-age itself.

The group watched as the purified water did its magic – the kid still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Once done, and all the boy's wounds were healed, Percy willed the water to go back into the bucket. He grabbed the role of bandages and began to wrap them around the kid's chest.

He didn't really have to, but it was just a precaution incase the water's magic didn't completely heal him.

"There, all done." Percy chirped.

The boy sat up on the bed, taking note in the lack of pain coming from his chest. "Th-Thanks, sir."

Percy nodded and smiled, but then became serious not even a second later.

The kid became slightly nervous with the sudden change in his savior's mood.

"Who are you, and what were you doing in these parts?" Percy dove straight to the point. He wasn't going to beat around the bush for the boy. He didn't even do that with his new family. Neither of them did, there was usually no reason to.

The kid flinched a little at Percy's demanding tone, but answered none the less. "My name's Raki. I was exiled from the village of Doga because of the Yoma who disguised himself as my brother. The Yoma had killed my family, so I was left an orphan. I was then dumped in the desert, left to wander about in a sandstorm, I soon collapsed because of dehydration. I was saved, though, by who, I wasn't sure. I woke up in an inn and the inn keeper told me that I was brought in by a Claymore to Egon village. I then searched the village for the Claymore, and I was soon told by one of the villagers that a Claymore was looking for me. In the outskirts of Egon, I met that Yoma wearing a Claymore uniform. The Yoma took me hostage and brought me here. And...well you know the rest."

Percy nodded. "Yes. Well, Raki, I am Perseus – but you can call me Percy." Percy then began to introduce everyone to Raki. "This is Clare, Ilena, Teresa, Sophia, and Noel." The women each greeted him as their names were called.

Raki waved at them nervously. "Hi." He also noticed that four of the five women were all blond and had silver eyes. "Are you all Claymores, or something?"

Sophia chuckled before she answered him, "We were. We deserted the Organization long ago and have lived here in peace ever since. Well, besides Percy and Clare. They weren't warriors of the Organization."

"Then what are they?" Raki asked in wonder.

Clare decided to answer this time. "Well, I'm," she placed her hand on her chest, clearly emphasizing that she was only talking about herself and not Perseus. "Human, but dad, on the other hand, is something else entirely."

Raki became confused. If Percy wasn't a Claymore or a human, then was he a Yoma? No, Raki was sure a group of former Claymores wouldn't do that. But maybe that was the reason they deserted. Because they were harboring a Yoma.

Percy, as if he read the thoughts of the younger male, chuckled at him and shook his head in amusement. "I'm not a Yoma, so wipe that stupid look from your face and wipe any and all traces of thoughts that have to do with that, and never think of them again."

Raki blushed crimson. "How'd you know I was thinking of that?"

"Well, you just told me, for starters, and you had that stupid look on your face. And, since the only other option you humans could think of that wasn't Claymore or human, was Yoma. I'm not a Yoma, or anything that has to do with the Organization. I am a Primordial God. My kind formed the universe and beyond. I hail absolute dominion over Power, Balance, Time, Water, Light, the Earth and other planetary bodies. I was banished from my home and imprisoned in this dimension for being "too dangerous". I have lived in peace with my new family ever since."

Raki's eyes were wide from aw. "Wow. That's so cool."

Noel just had to joke about something. "Aww, Ancient One, you have such a kind heart when you saved dear Raki from that filthy Yoma." She had moved to Raki's side and pinched his cheeks when she said his name.

Percy seemed unfazed by Noel's antics, clearly having been subject to such behavior many times before.

Raki raised his eyebrow at the nickname. "Ancient One?"

Percy sighed, resigned, "Yes. They have been calling me by that name ever since they learned of my true age."

"Really? You don't look too old. Maybe in your late twenties or early thirties, but not old enough to be called ancient."

"You humor us, dear Raki." Teresa began, clearly going to pick up the conversation and make it even more "interesting". "Percy may look young, but he is far older than he appears to be. I would say he's over five thousand, maybe even more. I remember the first time he told us his age. He said that when he received his domains, he gained all the memories of his predecessors, thus, making him feel older than five thousand." With this said, she looked over at Perseus. "He said that he practically lived their lives through their memories, making him older by trillions of years."

Raki's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow… You really are old."

Percy gave him a half-hearted glare. Raki took notice to the fact that Percy blushed silver instead of red. He couldn't see his eyes, though. They were covered by his hair just enough for Raki to not be able to see them.

By complete coincidence, Percy blew at his hair – making it lift up higher – exposing the beautiful colors that were his eyes.

Raki gasped. "Your eyes!"

Percy turned his gaze to Raki, and raised an eyebrow. He lifted his hair out of his face, and re-did his ponytail. "What about them?"

The females shook their heads at Percy's question. They knew he was just jesting. He had become smarter during his time in Tartarus, and became wiser with the memories he gained from the deities before him.

"They're changing color, and, and, there's no pupil or sclera!"

"And?"

"They look so beautiful."

Percy blushed at the complement. No one had ever really said anything about his eyes, the warriors were so used to hearing and seeing weird things, that they learned not to question it too much, and Clare, bless her soul, never questioned him about his eyes, only saying that she loved how the colors changed every second, "Like a clear pond filled with jewels, jewels that carried the deepest secrets of the universe".

Percy rubbed the back of his neck, "Thanks, I guess."

Raki smiled. "So, what now. I have nowhere to stay, and I can't return to the village. I have no money."

Clare beamed at him. "You can stay here! Percy could go to the village and buy you a bed. We have to get more supplies anyways."

Raki turned to Perseus for approval, and was met with a nod. "We can do that, or I can provide you with enough money to rent a room in one of the inns until you can provide for yourself."

"Thank you, but, if it's okay with you, I would like to stay here. You have been so nice to me, and I want to return the favor. I can help do the chores, and I can cook food for you."

"No need to thank us. It was no problem." Percy moved to leave the cabin, but stopped at the doorway. He looked back at Raki. "Are you coming or not. We have to leave before the sun sets. Yoma usually like to hunt at night, so we must hurry."

With that said, Clare helped Raki get out of bed, and the duo walked out the door. The females went ahead and returned to what they were doing before Raki was saved.

As the two males walked towards the entrance of the valley, Percy – with his hands behind his back, and his cloak on – asked Raki a question. "So, you cook?"

Raki turned his attention towards the Primordial, then rubbed his neck once he realized what the deity asked. "Uh, yah. I used to cook for everyone back at home. It wasn't much, but I picked up on a few things during the years."

Percy nodded. The two continued to walk in silence through the forest.

"So," Raki began. The silence felt uncomfortable, so he decided to get to know his savior as they traveled to a village nearby. "You're a Primordial? What's that like?"

Percy gained a thoughtful look, having never been asked such a question. "Well, I guess you can say I'm more connected to the universe than I was before I gained my domains."

"Sounds cool. Is Clare really your daughter? Is she like, half human half Primordial like the Claymores? They're half human half Yoma, aren't they?"

"No, we aren't actually related, but she, Teresa, and I have bonded during the years and Clare sees the two of us as mother and father. She lost her parents in a Yoma attack long ago, and she had been held captive by a Yoma gang until Teresa saved her." Percy chuckled, "I remember Teresa telling me how annoyed she was when Clare wouldn't stop following her around." Percy smiled warmly. His eyes became tired and they held wisdom beyond anything comprehendible. "Clare had taught the most heartless of the Organizations warriors that even tears can fall from those silver eyes. I am proud to be her father, even if it is not by blood. She has become a beautiful and strong young woman, I am very proud of her."

Raki smiled at Percy, they could see the village. It was about a thirty minute walk, but they made it.

Percy took Raki to the market place, and they looked for supplies – making sure to buy extra to fill Raki's place – and they found bales of hay.

Percy bought everything they needed to make Raki's bed, and everything they needed to survive the next month.

Raki bought a new shirt, getting an apology from Percy about breaking it in the first place. Percy promised to fix it once they got back, but Raki kindly refused, saying that the shirt was old anyways.

The duo bought two mules and carts, placed their supplies in the cart with Percy while the materials for the bed were in Raki's. They began to trek back to the village, immersing into small conversation about trivial things to pass the time. They learned much about each other, and Raki began to see Percy as more of his hero than a simple savior.

The boy vowed to himself that he would train hard and help others just like the former demigod had in his time.

The sun began to set, and the duo were half way to the hidden valley. The two traveled in a calm silence, the sounds of nature and the clopping of hooves were accompanied by the sound of rolling wheels.

A few minutes passed by before the mules halted in place. Percy, still being able to talk to anything that has to do with horses and creatures of the sea, asked the mules what was wrong. The mules were frozen in fear, and were completely unresponsive. Percy told Raki to watch the mules before dismounting his.

He unsheathed his sword, and expanded his senses. He used the water molecules in the air and plants to locate whatever was disturbing their travels.

Not much time passed before the Primordial sensed multiple presences surrounding them. Some on the tree tops, others in the bushes.

The mules snorted nervously, and shuffled in place. It was obvious that they sensed danger. They were considered prey in the animal kingdom after all. They were made to sense danger in order to survive.

Percy narrowed his eyes. Whoever was here, planned on ambushing him and Raki. Whether they were bandits or Yoma did not matter. They would be dealt with accordingly.

Perseus addressed whoever was hiding, "It's pointless to hide any longer. I have already pinpointed each and every one of your locations. Come out where I can see you."

There were sounds of rustling leaves accompanied by the faint thumping of footfalls. Percy observed the figures that came out of hiding.

They were all female, each with a faint silver aura surrounding their bodies.

The group consisted of over twenty people clad in silver, armed with bows, arrows, and hunting knives. Percy's frown deepened. The group seemed fairly familiar, but Percy didn't dwell on it any further.

Percy's voice was stone cold, "Who are you? And why are you here?"

One of the females in the group walked forward. She made sure not to seem threatening, not wanting to raise any unnecessary alarms.

Percy took notice of the girl's appearance: Auburn hair kept up by a ponytail, a silver circlet with a crescent moon on the front, and eyes like one of the warriors of the Organization. Percy felt like he knew her, but held up his sword threateningly. "Take one more step and you will no longer have a head. Now answer me, who are you?"

The girl rose her arms, palms forward, in surrender. The other people didn't dare move. It was clear that Percy was serious about his threat.

The girl spoke, choosing her words carefully. "Perseus, lower your sword. We mean neither you nor your friend harm."

Percy nearly dropped his sword in shock. How did this girl know his name? The only ones who knew he even existed were his friends and Raki. Percy narrowed his eyes, but he kept his sword raised. Clearly emphasizing that she better start talking or else.

The girl frowned. Did he really not remember her or the others? She would have to refresh his memory. They needed his help. "Do you truly not recognize me?" Percy shook his head, no (the girl sighed).

Another female – she was older than the Claymore wannabe by maybe a few years – stood forward. She also wore a silver circlet on her head, but it didn't have a crescent moon on it. She had spikey black hair, and startling electric blue eyes that complimented her pale complexion.

She moved to stand next to the un-named girl, and placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. She smirked at Perseus teasingly before speaking. "Come on, Kelp Head, do you really not know who we are?"

This time Percy did, indeed, drop his sword in shock.

Raki was startled by his new friend's sudden reaction. "Percy?" He dismounted the mule and rushed to Perseus' side. "Hay, are you okay?"

The Primordial couldn't respond, he was frozen in place, left staring in disbelief at the two girls. Images and memories of the two reemerged from the back of his mind.

Raki turned his attention towards the group. He glared at the girls as he spoke. "Just who are you people anyways? How do you know Percy? What do you want from him?"

The silver eyed girl narrowed her eyes at the boy, and spoke menacingly to Raki. "Now just you listen, boy-…" But she was abruptly cut off by Percy, who raised his hand in silence.

"No, answer his questions…Artemis." Percy narrowed his eyes and frowned at the goddess. Why was she here?

He had yet to identify the others. He only recognized Artemis and Thalia, but he did not bother to check who the others were. It was painful enough to see the two girls. He did not want his emotions to get in the way of reasoning.

Artemis sighed. She gave Raki one last glare, then began her explanation. "Perseus, we need your help. My father, he isn't well. He, Hera, Athena, and some of the minor gods and demigods were attacked by something. Something that transcends our power. We were sent here to ask of your assistance."

Percy crossed his arms over his chest, and gave Artemis a critical eye. "What makes you think I will help you?"

Artemis narrowed her eyes, but held back any and all offensive remarks. She would not compromise the mission just because of her grudge against the opposite sex. He was their only hope, after all. "I believe you will help us because we are still your family, even if we did wrong you. You have never been the type of man to hold grudges."

Percy chuckled. "No, I'm not that type of person," Percy looked up at the sky. The sun was already setting. "Come Raki, we must return to the valley. The sun is already setting. Yoma will begin to hunt." He turned his attention back to Artemis and Thalia. "I'd advise you to follow, the creatures that lurk in the night aren't friendly. Especially when their hungry for innards."

Percy picked his sword off the ground and sheathed it at his side, then the two males mounted their mules – who've calmed down once the Hunters had revealed themselves – and began their trek back home.

Artemis ordered everyone to follow the two. She then jogged up to Percy's mule. She was able to easily keep up with him since she was a goddess.

Her Hunters didn't seem to have much of a problem either.

"How did you manage to find me?" Percy asked after a moment of silence.

"I am not the Goddess of the Hunt for no reason, Perseus."

Percy smiled at her. "It's been a long time, my lady. How has the course of time been treating you?"

Artemis chuckled at the well placed pun. "During my many years of life, it has been treating me well in times of peace, but it's been ten years since my father was attacked, and he has yet to recover. Whatever attacked him has been going after all of us, and has wrought havoc upon the U.S. and Canada ever since it appeared."

Percy became serious again after that statement. Something had injured Zeus to the point of no return. Whatever it was, it was powerful. To be able to prevent a god from healing for a decade is something to be wary of. "We will continue on the topic of the creature once we reach shelter."

Artemis nodded in understanding.

The large group traveled for another twenty minutes before they reached the valley entrance. Percy turned his head to address everyone, "I advise that you enter two at a time. The pathway is narrow enough to fit two people." With that said, he got off the mule, grabbed the reigns, and lead it inside – followed closely by Raki.

The others followed Percy's advice and entered through the rocks two at a time. Once they entered, everyone – save Percy himself– were at aw at the sight of the valley. It was huge; surrounded by mountains that made the Empire State Building look short, and a large lake that lay on their left. The lake had a great view of the surrounding area. The light of the moon made the valley seem ethereal.

Some of the hunters gasped. "Wow…"

Artemis smiled at the beauty of the valley. "Wow, indeed." She turned to Percy – who was removing the supplies from the carts and taking them to the cabin. "Perseus, did you do this?"

Percy turned his head as he carried a basket filled with food. "Just a few alterations to accommodate the six of us."

Artemis furrowed her eyebrows. "Six?" she murmured, but, as if the universe itself answered, a young brunette walked out the door with an empty basket held under her left arm.

The woman gasped as she saw Perseus. "Dad! Raki! You're back!" She put down the basket and rushed towards Perseus, enveloping him in a bone-crushing hug.

Percy smiled at the girl – apparently she was his daughter – and patted her head with his free hand. "Hay, sweetie. Mind helping your old man with the luggage?"

The girl nodded. She went to grab some more supplies, but noticed the group of unknown individuals. "Uh, dad?" Percy turned around and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Who're they?"

Percy seemed to have forgotten the fact that there was a large group of people awkwardly standing together at the very center of the valley.

"I'll introduce you once I get everything inside and put away. Can you get Teresa and the others out here to help?"

Clare didn't say anything else. She looked at the group suspiciously one last time – her gaze lingering on Artemis a little longer – before rushing back into the large cabin with a basket filled with fruit.

It didn't take long for the former Claymores, Raki, Clare, and Percy to get everything inside and make Raki's bed. Once everything was ready, the large group sat around a fire pit located farther northwest of the cabin.

The group of seven sat on the left of the fire while the Hunters sat to the right.

Teresa glared at Percy. "Perseus," The use of his full name made Percy a little nervous. She usually preferred calling him "Percy" or "Oh Great Ancient One". "Would you be so kind as to introduce us to the group of complete strangers you brought into our home?"

Percy nodded. "Teresa, Clare, Ilena, Noel, Sophia, Raki, meet the goddess Artemis and her hunters."

Their eyes widened at the introduction. Were these the people who sent Percy here? If so, why have they come? Ilena was the first to voice her thoughts.

Artemis respectively answered Ilena and the others questions. She made sure to tell them about what was happening back in their dimension and about the creature that was causing them so much trouble. She explained her reasons for coming here – being that Percy was their only hope of somehow eliminating the threat as he was the only Primordial who was: A) not in slumber or faded, and B) didn't completely hate the Olympians guts, and the titans were out of the question.

The group of females nodded in understanding.

"Tell us about this creature. What does it look like? Do you know its true motives?" Teresa asked.

Artemis shook her head. "No, we are not sure about what it wants from us, but I can provide you with some details about its appearance." At their nod, she began, "It looked like a female winged humanoid, standing at about 2 meters tall with a single horn on its forehead. It had short blond and tousled hair on its head. It also had a human like face, but with skin that was a light shade of blue-violet. The creature held foreign power. It incapacitated half the counsel almost instantly. I don't even know how it reached Olympus without being detected."

Percy nodded. "It doesn't seem like your usual friendly neighborhood monsters from Tartarus. Can you describe how the counsel was defeated?"

"Its body, limbs, and wings were extendable. It launched a shower of needles from its wings, and it sprouted multiple tentacles and pulverized my father. She even extended her fingers far enough to stab into the bodies of the counsel. Luckily, none of the gods had died – having been stabbed in non-vital areas, but Zeus was left crippled ever since.

"I see." Percy rested his shin in his hands and elbows on his knees. "It seems you really do need my help. The creature seems more like a Yoma the more I think about it, but how could it have gotten to you, and why attack Olympus? That's what I want to know."

Everyone nodded at that.

"So, will you help us?" Thalia asked with a hopeful look.

Percy looked towards his female companions, they all seemed to have a silent agreement. He turned back to the Hunt. "I will," Artemis beamed in happiness while her hunters cheered in victory. "On one condition."

Artemis nodded quickly. "Name it."

"They will come with me, and, after this is over and done with, you and the others will leave us be." Artemis nodded. It seemed fair.

The females with Percy seemed like powerful women, and it made sense why he wanted them to be left alone after everything was resolved. He had his own family here, and there was nothing left for him back in the other dimension. It would have been pointless to go back. "Deal."

"Good." Percy then chose to stand and began to walk back to the cabin. "Well, I'm going to retire for the night. I trust you and your hunters will set up camp for the duration of your stay. We'll depart in weeks' time. I still have some things to take care of."

Artemis called back, "Don't worry, we will. Good night, Perseus."

"It's Percy, and you know it!" He yelled back, having made it to the door of the cabin before disappearing from sight.

"Well, it seems we should all get some rest. We have much to do tomorrow, and we must prepare for our departure." Ilena said as she and the others rose from their sitting positions by the fire. They all soon disappeared to the cabin, just as Percy had.

Artemis stood up as well and turned to address her hunters. "All right, you heard them. Set up your tents, and off to bed with you."

With that said, everyone went to sleep, but a lingering anxiousness lingered in the air. Unknown to the six, they would soon be reunited with an old adversary, and a former comrade.