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Chapter 3: The First Seed
Five months After the Meeting Between Gods (21/11/2014): Medusa-Dream
Play if want: (Requiem: I. Kyrie) works really well with headphones
She was here. She was here again, but something was completely wrong. Something that wasn't here now and their last time. So, she looked around at her surroundings. Though that just confused her more. She did not appear in the middle of a dark room surrounded by doors.
No, now she stood on a flat base at the top of a mountain of some sort that was maybe twenty feet wide and twenty-five feet long. She quickly walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down to at least guess how high she was, but when she did she saw no bottom and only the tops of clouds. If she looked up she only saw more clouds, but these weren't normal clouds. The clouds above her were storm clouds. Dark and hideous storm clouds that gave off the feeling of power, death and gloom.
"Strange, isn't it Medusa?" The now named woman quickly turned around to see Phoebe behind her, but she wasn't looking at her. What she saw her staring at was a storm cloud a small distance away in the air above them and looked way more ominous than the rest of storm clouds.
"What is? And what is that?" Medusa asked as she walked to stand beside her.
Phoebe did not smile or show emotion, and her reply came in a rather calm but ominous way. "Never mind, but to answer your question. This is the calm before a storm, and I mean literally and metaphorically."
"Calm before the storm?" Medusa asked.
"Yes." She then pointed to the center of the storm cloud. "They are there. The battle will begin there."
As if on cue. Lighting started to strike around from the inside of the storm. Lightning bolts bigger and more powerful than anything Zeus could produce. At least she thought based on how Athena used to describe them.
As the lighting started; she began to hear the sound of thunder. The sound itself could shatter glass and the waves produced. She wouldn't doubt could topple buildings or at least shake the foundations. As each lighting struck another thundering boom was heard from where they stood.
"In twenty seconds. We're going to witness a battle. I have an idea of who the beings behind it are. So, I ask that you never speak to anyone of this dream. What you are about to see may disturb you, so I warm to prepare yourself."
"A battle?" She asked and looked to the primordial. Only to see her heterochromic eyes fixated on the center of the ominous storm cloud. She then did the same to see if what she said was right.
Medusa looked over at Phoebe and was getting anxious and nervous at how serious she looked and was acting. The last time she was like a caring and doting mother. Though now she acted as if she was witnessing the beginning of an apocalypse.
She then turned and saw them. The shadows of beings that were shown because of the lighting behind them. The beings looked to be flying at each other from opposite sides of the storm cloud. She couldn't make out what exactly they were, but she could see them.
Slowly, mile by mile, meter by meter, foot by foot, inch by inch. They grew closer to each other. It was a sight that frightened her, and she knew not why. She had seen things and done things worse that get closer to someone, but this feeling that seemed to inch its way into her brain told her that this moment was important and was supposed to be freighting.
Stop song
With that everything went quiet. No lightning bolts struck, or thunder boomed the wind that howled below them and above in the air streams seemed to have ceased. Waiting until the two sides finally met. It was as if the world itself held its breath. Finally, with a lightning bolt so big and a thunder clap so loud, they met and dear gods was it brutal.
As they fought though she was able to catch glimpses of being fighting and at what she saw surprised her. For the creatures became slightly more visible.
"What are they." She whispered. As humanoid looking creatures met in battle in the sky. With lighting striking behind the first two to meet and lock weapons
"Those are the Valkyries of Valhalla and the others are harpies that have evolved over time to have a more humanoid look." Phoebe said as she continued to watch the battle in front of them.
Medusa turned from the battle to look at the primordial. "Valkyries? You mean from the Norse mythology."
Phoebe did not give any sign of answering her question and continues to stare
"So, what are the Norse real? If they're real then what about the other pantheons like Egyptian, Buddhism, Hindu, or even Shinto. Hell, what about Christianity. Are those real?" She asked frantically.
In turn phoebe turned to her and gave her a small smirk and turned back to watch the battle.
'What does is that supposed to mean!' She yelled internally, and then turned to watch the battle as well. Though when she looked again she noticed that the battle seemed to have spread out throughout the mountain range and because of this she was able to get a better look at the Valkyries and harpies.
The Valkyries were all slim and wore a set of full body armor that protected them from head to toe. Each armor set of each Valkyrie was the same in concept with a variety of different colors. Though she did notice something odd about a few of the Valkyries. Almost none wore helmets, so she could see that they all looked human, with the exception a few. Those who did she possessed a beauty that was not human and put them to come to a level of a goddess. She guessed those to be an elite of some kind, and lastly, they all carried weapons that ranged from bows to spears, Warhammers and everything else in between.
Now while the Valkyries looked like angelic beings of battle. The harpies while looking human were more monstress in appearance, but she thought that because of what they wore for amour. The harpies were slim like the Valkyries, but they possessed much less armor. The armor that they did possess was that of a breast plat and a helmet that was spiked and over their faces with a beak like protrusion giving them the look of a bird and had flaps that protected the back of the neck like the ones that a samurai has. Their helmets prevented her a clear view of their faces. So, she couldn't tell if they possessed human like faces, though their hands seemed human enough. Most were about the same Height of maybe 5'6. There legs were covered in feathers. Some were black while others brown. Though were shoe covered feet should have been, were rough greyish ankles and talons with incredibly sharp claws. Again, like the Valkyries, there was an assortment of weapons among the harpies. Though it seemed like most favored holding onto a multitude of spears.
As Medusa watched the battle ensue she failed to notice a scuffle that seemed to be heading there way. Phoebe quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back away from the fight that had come down and crashed onto were they stood.
The two warriors seemed to have crashed with an audible boom and caused slight cracks to appear on the rock beneath them all and separated from each other after the impact.
As both recollected themselves from the crash Medusa looked at the both of them and noticed how they were covered in blood and seemed to have lost their weapons.
When they finally took notice of each other they both jumped to their feet and let out a war cry while charging at one another. When they clashed it was with a ferocity that Medusa had not seen in a long time. Each one, punched and kicked, scratched and clawed, bit and ripped at the other to either kill or knock down to gain the upper hand.
As they continued to watch the mess she noticed something in her peripheral and turned her head. Only to see another harpy flying towards them in an attempt, she assumed, to help her fellow comrade.
Both fighters didn't notice and continued to brawl to the death with the Valkyrie finally gaining the upper hand. She had gotten in a slightly stronger punch that connected with the harpy's lower jaw knocking her back in a slight daze. This allowed her to knock the harpy with another strong punch the face.
As the harpy fell she quickly jumped on top of her and quickly latched her hands around the harpy's neck to strangle her.
"DIE YOU BITCH!" She yelled out as she tightened her grip around the harpy's neck.
As she continued to strangle her. She failed to still notice the harpy that had finally made it to her kin's aid.
The harpy quickly went to grab the Valkyrie into a headlock from behind and tried to desperately pull her away from her comrade. As she continued to pull the Valkyries grip on the harpy's throat lessened enough for her rip the hands around her neck off and quickly got out from under her. The creature quickly got up and then nailed the Valkyrie with a punch to the face.
The one holding her in a headlock let go of her captive and let her fall to the ground. She then glanced to her comrade and with a quick nod they both seemed to agree on something.
They both stood above the fallen warrior. Each placing one foot on the valkyries back to prevent her from rising again. Then each grabbed one of her two wings that had some limp from the daze that the valkyrie was in.
"W-what are you… doing?" the Valkyrie barley rasped out still in a slight daze.
"On the count of three." One harpy said and the other nodded.
"Wait… wait." There captive said. Sounding as if she were starting to come out of her daze.
"One,"
"NO! WAIT!" she yelled out frantically
"Two,"
"STOP! DON'T DO THIS!" She quickly began to struggle to try and get out from under the two harpies.
"Three."
"NOOOOO!" She yelled out and again tried to move, but it was no use. She screamed in agony as the harpies pulled with all their might to try and rip off the wings on her back.
To Medusa it sounded like the wail of a dying animal. An animal that was in so much pain that it simply wished to die. She herself had caused this type of scream but to see it being done and not be the one inflicting the pain was freighting. It mortified her to know that she had caused these types of screams.
Finally, after a few more moments of listening to the Valkyries screams and seeing both muscle and bone being ripped out. Did It finally go silent, with only the horrendous sound of ripping bone and flesh?
The harpies each had a wing in hand and looked down at the once winged creature. The captive stopped moving and seemed to stop breathing as well.
"She died of shock. The pain was too much for her to bear." The primordial said in an almost sad tone.
Medusa looked on as both warriors held up both wings as if showing off a trophy. The sight both amazed Medusa and made her cringe at the memories that were being brought back at such a familiar sight. For she knew that at one time she would do the same thing. Though instead of wings it would be the statues of men and women that she had petrified.
She continued to look on until a fast and lighting cover hammer crashed into the spot where the two harpies once stood and was thrown into the air by the explosion that was issued from the impact. Both her and the primordial were both sent flying off the mountain.
Medusa waited with closed eyes for the extreme pain and then blissful release that would come with hitting the ground from such a Height. Though, to her upcoming surprise it never came. As both plummeted towards the earth and the ground became visible. Medusa saw a door appear in front of her and open. To only spit her out onto the floor of the black room with doors she was familiar with. Thus, giving her and the primordial right behind her a safe, though terrifying return.
"The hell was that!" Medusa yelled, as Phoebe got up from there tumble.
Phoebe sighed. "I told you Lady Medusa that I have no control and am just the mediator between you and fate. Though…" She stopped and look around before yelling out, "That was completely unnecessary!"
Upon finishing her rant an aura of playful and mischievousness seemed to envelop the room. Almost making it seem like actual Fate itself was laughing them.
Phoebe could only sigh. "Hm, well even though it was different; it seems that we're not done for the night." She then looked around the at the doors.
The mother could only stare at the primordial in disbelief. "Ok. Hold on, back the hell up."
Phoebe stopped looking at the doors and turned to her. "What's wrong?"
Again, Medusa only stared. "What do you mean 'what's wrong?'. Are we not going to at least consider talking about what we just saw? I mean; I won't lie that at the time I was too dumb struck to ask but now that we're not there. We're not going to at least considered talking about what we just saw." She said as she pointed at the door that spit them out. "You said that that battle involved my son in some way. You said it yourself, right?"
Phoebe nodded her head in response.
"Then can you explain why Valkyries, a Norse being, were fighting harpies and how that relates to my son? Why on earth are Norse figures fighting with Greeks?" She all but yelled.
The primordial could only smile soft but sadly at her. "Lady medusa, you must remember that I came here only to help smooth over the process. So that it may be easier for you. Also remember, that is only a possible future and not one set in stone.
Medusa sighed before looking at the doors in the room. They all seemed to have stayed the same. Allowing both the primordial and Medusa to see the into the previous doors that they had seen or walked through.
"I guess not, but if we still got to see more. Why haven't any of the doors hinted at the one that needs to be opened?" Medusa asked aloud.
"I can only assume that it wants you to pick this time."
Medusa paled slightly. Yes, she was curious about what each door held, but so far almost all held a horror in each one. So, she was a little hesitant to try another.
"Do I have to?" She asked almost pleadingly.
"I mean you don't have to, but I'd still look. You never know if this information can be useful to yourself or to others."
Medusa looked pointedly at the woman. "I thought that they all have a possibility of happening. What can I do with a possibility."
"They may be possibilities, but if one was to come true you may have an idea on how to help in the situation. Isn't that reason enough."
Although she really didn't want to look; she had a point. She could possibly gleam information on a future that she could prevent and if for some reason she's not there she could have her daughters help prevent possible futures related to her son.
So, she stood up and looked to the one that was directly to her left and walked towards it. when she reached the door and went for the handle she stopped.
'Stop it. You're second guessing yourself. It's for the future of your family. Come on you can't back down now.' And with that final mental reassurance she grabbed the nob and twisted it and what was before her did not scare her or worry her. No, it just straight up confused her.
The door led her to the inside of some old temple that seemed to be made of stone. The inside of it what spacious with stone pillars that supported the temple from the inside. There were only two exits from what's she could at least make out. Considering that the temple was only lit up with candles and the sun seemed to be setting judging from the shadows from a nearby tree line she could make out. Just past the exit on the other side of the temple.
In the center of the temple was a group of what looked to be Indian men and women that seemed to be surrounding a red circle of some kind. In all honesty it kind of looked like a summoning circle that the humans would make in their movies.
"If your guessing what I think you are. Your correct." Phoebe commented as she walked through the door that she seemed to come through.
"And just what was I thinking?" Medusa challenged.
The primordial gave her a flat look. "Summoning."
Medusa gave a slight shrug but did not answer. She instead decided to walk towards the circle to get a closer look.
"Where are we and what are they trying to do? Summon Satan?" She asked jokingly, though Phoebe could tell that the humor was not there, when she didn't get a response, she turned her head in question and in slight fear for why she didn't answer her.
"That is something to not jest about. Now, no, they are not trying to summon Lucifer. This is not a Christian or satanic temple." She looked around at what little wall area was visible to her from the candle's light. "Hmm, I think maybe Hindu or maybe Buddhist. Though I'm leaning more towards the Hindu."
Medusa could only stare at her. 'Did she just hint to Satan being real.' She quickly shook her head to clear the idea of that thought being real.
"Ok… so who are they trying to summon if this is a Hindu temple?" She might be familiar with some of the world's religions, but not all of them. Though she might need to start learning them. If what her guide had said about the Norse being real.
"I do not know who it is exactly, but I have a few guesses based off the temple markings and structure." She closed her eyes and started to rub her temples as if in deep thought. "Yes, it's starting to come back now." She then opened her eyes. "Yes, this is a Hindu temple. Most likely a sky god of some kind. Urhhh. Which one?"
Medusa looked back to the circle of people as one, that looked to be the leader, stepped forward. He raised both hands to silence the crowd and began to speak and then jested to a man next to him to bring a bowl.
"Today is the day that we have been training for. We know what our gods have told us." He stopped as the man handed him the bowl. "What they have said to easy our minds. We know the truth of the outcome of this war. We know that we are on the losing side. We knew that when Shiva died something was wrong. When Devi and Brahma stopped answering prayers, everyone one knew something was wrong." He then jested for some of the men and women to walk up to him. "We asked 'what could we do?' but they did not respond. When the warriors of other countries and pantheons started to slaughter our people and we prayed to them, they did nothing."
Medusa stared at the man. 'He said other pantheons. So, what she hinted at was true.'
Medusa would be lying if she said that she didn't at least consider that there were other gods besides the Greeks. Just look at the Romans for proof. Now though, she had to believe in every pantheon being real after the hint from the primordial and witnessing a battle between two herself, but to hear it from a mortal man. That meant something completely different. Yes, she had seen and heard of clear-sighted mortals. Mortals that could see through the mist that hid the mythology world. Hell, her little Percy dated one in his past life, from what she heard, before the girl dumped him and became the Oracle of Daphnia. Though again to hear that this clear-sighted mortal knew that there were different gods besides their own was freighting.
"They lost their power and became weak." The man stopped and sighed. "they can do nothing. The last one of our major deities has said nothing to our prophets. They have not conveyed any messages to use that are still loyal and follow their teachings." He looked at the entire crowd, scanning through his fellow worshipers. "What are we to do. Are we to let out faith die because our gods have given up?!"
A resounding cry from the crowd was his response "NO!"
The man looked pleased and dipped his fingers into the bowl that he had asked for. With his fingers covered in what looked, and medusa hoped was red paint, to be blood. He reached to paint something on the person that he asked to come forward on the forehead.
The man that was in front of him was a young man in his early twenties. Brought his hands together and bowed his head slightly. "I am ready."
The head man nodded his head. "You will be the catalyst to our salvation. When the soul is kicked from the body go straight to the heaven. For you shall be hailed as a hero and savior."
The young man nodded. And walked toward the center of the circle and laid himself in the center. His face was rigid and betrayed no emotion that the young man felt on the inside.
"Uh, Phoebe what are they going to do- "
"Surya!" the primordial shouted.
Medusa looked to her in confusion. "What?"
"The god, this god's temple. Its Surya. This is his temple."
"Ok, that's good to know, but what are they going to do to that boy?"
The deity looked over focused on the young man lying on the floor. Then narrowed her eyes.
"If this is Surya's temple and they're trying to summon someone. I think I might know who's it is, and if it is. Let us both hope they fail." She said in the most serious and tense tone Medusa had ever heard.
"Why?"
Phoebe looked to the mother. "Because if it's who I think it is then your son is going to have to face a very challenging foe if this future becomes true. The man was said to be invincible and could kill most gods. He was feared by many in the Hindu religion, as well as others because of the power that the man held."
At that moment the head man spoke again. "Dear gods forgive us for what we are about to do. This may be the only way for us to survive. To overcome this obstacle in our way."
The people then chanted a few words that Medusa couldn't understand.
"Dear goddess Shiva, if some part of you still remains in the underworld. Allow him to hear us. Let us awaken the demigod that put fear into the hearts of many a-god. If not you. Then hero who we wish to rise please answer the call."
Then there was a flash of bright white light. A light so blinding that even the primordial covered her eyes and looked away. As the light died down a sense of calmness and warmth seemed to wash over the temple and the people inside. Even Medusa felt it.
Medusa waited a few more seconds before opening her eyes and quickly looked over to where the young man was laying hoping that whatever they were trying to summon did not appear. As her eyes adjusted she expected or at least thought that a human or at least a corpse would appear where the man laid, but no. Instead of a corpse or human, what appeared was what looked to be some sort of orb of energy that seemed to hover over summoning gram on the floor.
"They did it. They actually did it. They were able to summon him." the primordial said in a disbelieving tone.
"What do you mean they did it. All I see is a ball of energy."
"They didn't fully summon him. but they summoned the energy of his soul. Though I have to wonder if it was him answering the call or was it Shiva."
The orb continued to hover over the summoning gram before suddenly shooting up and out through one of the exits and into the sky.
"Well it looks like he didn't want to stay. Are you sure that they got it right?"
"Yeah they got the right spirit."
Medusa then looked to the crowd of people. Some seemed shocked and others terrified, but one emotion could be seen throughout all who were there, despair. She didn't even need to see the faces of the people to know that it was there. She could see it in the way they stood and the way some had fallen to the ground in tears as if their one hope had been dashed.
"We failed."
"I can't believe it. We're doomed." Were only a few of the voices that Medusa heard say. She then looked to the leader and watched as his right-hand man came up to him.
"We tried. No one can say that we didn't." She heard him say.
The leader turned to look at the man and smiled a smile filled with so much happiness. One that made Medusa question the sanity of the man.
"No, we didn't. I felt it." He looked over the crowd. "And all of you did to. He may not have chosen one of us, but we did our part. We brought him back."
Medusa looked on in mild shock as the leader seemed to pull the crowd together with only a few words. It was slow, but he eventually got them to believe in his words and by the end of it he was leading them out of the temple with an almost happy atmosphere.
"That is why the humans have survived for so long you know."
Medusa looked at the woman. "What?"
She pointed to the crowd. "People like that."
"People that want to summon the dead?"
"What? No, the human that spri-" The primordial sighed. "Never mind."
Medusa looked at the last of the group as they seemed to be walking down the steps of the temple. "I know what you mean. I may have hated humans and the gods even more, but I was once human. Looking at them from a different point of view only really makes them look even worse. They are the cause of the world's many problems and for that the earth hates them." Medusa then gained a slight smile. One so unnoticeable that even the primordial only caught a glimpse of it. "Though even as I say that one can't deny the good that a few of them they try to do and what they can accomplish if they work together."
The primordial smiled at hearing her. "That I cannot deny." Phoebe looked towards the door that they came through and saw that the open door did not show an open room but a blank white light. She knew that it was their time to leave the dream. So, she walked towards the door and beckoned Medusa to come through. "I believe that we are done here." And with that Medusa slowly stood, walked towards her and through the door to step through.
Play (fate apocrypha: Hope) one repeat till end, if want.
Medusa woke up to the bright sun that shown between her bedroom curtains, bird singing on the top of the house, and the warmth of four little bodies that surrounded her.
She looked down and what she saw brought a smile to her face. There on the bed with her was her son and three daughters. Her son with the smallest of her girls partially on top of her. While her other two were on either side of them.
It was a moment that she wished would never pass. A moment that she would willing kill to keep still for the rest of time and if not then she wished that time could move on and not pull her baby boy into whatever fate had waiting for him. She hoped that Chaos had mercy on her and allowed whatever was going to happen to pass. Though she knew that no matter how much she hoped and even prayed fate would not change its course.
So, when moments like this happened she cherished them. She stored them in her memory and prayed that she never forgot them. For these were some of the best memories that she now has.
This new little family that she had gave her salvation in a way. It brought out the side of her that she never once used as a human. A side that almost every woman has. One that she was never able to use.
As she continued to cherish the moment she felt the slight twitch of her son and then heard the soft but cute yawn that followed the twitch. This caused the one next to him to then stir.
"Are you up Perseus?" She asked in a whisper.
She got a quick shake of the head and chuckled slightly. She knew not how her son grew up before being thrown into their world, but this time he was raised with three overprotective sisters and a mother who always clung to him when she could. So, to sum it up, he was raised with someone always near him or clinging to him.
"Perseus, when did you come in?"
"He came in when it started to howl and thunder outside." Was Sophie's tired reply for him.
Medusa cracked a smile. "Oh, and how did you know this? I remember putting him to bed in his own bed by himself."
At that Sophie opened her eyes wide. Now realizing her mistake, she blushed and hid her face in the covers of the bed behind Perseus. "No reason." She said through a muffled voice.
"I asked her to sleep with me." Said the still tired voice of Perseus. "I woke up when it was super windy and asked her to sleep with me."
"Oh Sophie, such a caring sister." Was Medusa's teasing reply. The girl only dug deeper into the covers. Medusa then turned to the other two. "What about you two?"
Chloe smiled. "I got up to get some water and passed your room. I saw Percy here with Sophie and I thought it looked so cozy. So, I hopped right in." She then pulled her still sleepy brother into a hug. "Plus, I was cold, and I know Percy is always so warm." She said while nuzzling her cheek against his.
Medusa smiled and chuckled. Then turned to her oldest. "What about you Eva?"
Her oldest looked away and seemed to mumble something that they could not hear.
"What was that Eva?"
"I inint wannn ble left ot."
Medusa smiled playfully. "Speak up Eva. I can't hear you."
"I didn't want to be left out."
Chloe giggled at that. "See that wasn't hard Eve."
Eva only glared at her sister who continued to nuzzle the cheek of her still half-asleep brother. "Shut up."
Again, Medusa could only chuckle and hope and pray that moments like this could continue. "Alright you four it's time to get up."
"Whaaaat, but I don't what to." was Chloe's response.
"Well grandpa is supposed to come over. So, we need to get up."
At that Perseus' eyes shot open. "Grandpa is coming over!"
Medusa smiled down at her baby boy. If there was one thing Percy liked more than her and his sisters, it was his pseudo grandfather. It was a surprising relationship with the primordial of time. Also known as grandpa.
"Yeah, he let me know yesterday that he'd be stopping by, so we need to get up."
At that her son quickly got up and in doing so dragged Sophie who clung to him as he ran off. She then looked down at the other two that were still there. Gave them a reassuring smile and watched then leave to do the same. Now leaving her the only one in her bed. She then looked at the beige colored ceiling and gave it an almost disdainful look.
"It was too good a morning."
"Momma. Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes."
"Are you sure Percy, you picked pancakes last time."
At that the godling pouted cutely but quickly morphed back into a smile.
"Then waffles!"
Medusa sighed, and she heard giggling from her girls that sat at the table behind her. Pancakes and waffles were Percy's favorite breakfast meals and whenever he got to choose a breakfast for her to make those were the two that he chose between. Though as she thought on it now, she really didn't know how to cook when he was younger and was still learning at the time, hell she's still learning the more complex ins and outs of the art. Though could you blame her for not knowing, all she knew how to make were dishes that were made from the meat of the occasional human or demigod that weren't petrified. Pancakes and waffles were her first decent tasting dishes she was able to make that Percy could eat. She didn't think it would sit well with the primordials if she put their future chosen one on an only human diet.
"Fine, but you have to start on your writing and reading now then."
"Whaaat? But grandpas coming over in a little bit and he said he'd take me out next time he came by."
"Then you better get at least half way then or you're not going out then." Was her smooth and calm reply.
At that the boy quickly focused on the book that his sister Eve had put in front of him. Her love for her son may stretch from one side of the world to the other, but she would have been damned if he didn't have some sort of education. That was one of the first things she had him work on when he was able to fully speak, which was actually at almost the exact age of two. Though as she and his sisters taught him the basics they were quick to realized that even though he didn't have accelerated growth, which guiltily she was grateful for, he had a slightly increased intelligence.
She'll be honest and admit that she didn't know why he lacked what most of the past godling possessed. Though his 'grandfather', or as she and his sisters knew him as Chronos, had been discussing with the other primordials. And decided that it may have been the human piece of his soul that may have affected him in some way. Which he also explained may be the reason his powers or abilities have not made themselves apparent yet. Though he also explained that his powers and abilities will eventually show up, but if we wanted quicker results he once again told her that he may need to experience something traumatizing.
She was so caught up in her musing and cooking that she failed to hear the door knocker be slammed or when one of her daughters had let Chronos into the house. So, when she finally turned around to begin serving them. She was startled half to death when she saw a man hovering over her son's shoulders and pointing at what she assumed was her son's work.
"Oh! My gods, you scared me."
"My apologies my dear. I didn't mean to." He said with a grandfatherly smile. "I was let in by my little Chloe and saw that you were busy with the food. I did not wish to bother you."
Medusa sighed. "It's alright, I should have noticed. Have to say that one of the downsides of being a stay at home mom is starting to show. Though I can't say I'm too upset at losing that trait."
Chronos only smiled his grandfatherly smile again. "It isn't to terrible."
"Hm, it isn't." She replied. "Now are you going to stay for breakfast or are you going to steal my son away from me before he gets to eat his favorite breakfast.?"
"Yeah pappous, are we going out today." Percy asked with excitement.
The old primordial turned to give a small sad smile to his pseudo grandson. Who funnily enough had his faced stuffed with waffles to the point that he looked like a chipmunk. "Sadly, I can't Perseus."
At that the boy in question pouted cutely and with those stuffed cheeks it broke his heart just a little more than it normally would. "I'm sorry my boy, but instead of going out for the day I brought some presents instead."
Even with Perseus' increased intelligence the boy couldn't help but act like a child when he was spoiled a bit. Oh yeah, he knew he was spoiled, if someone asked and his mother said no, or his sisters denied it, he would say it himself.
"Really!" He asked excitedly as he finished the last of the waffles on his plate.
"Yeah." He said as he pulled out something from his pocket.
As she watched the interaction between them from the head of the table, she smiled. Though that smile did not last long as she caught sight of the present that Chronos wanted to gift her child. In fact, the present only made her worry and brought on an anger that seemed almost primal.
As she watched her worry and anger only grew as the primordial spoke about what it was. "This is a magic seed. This seed is something that was once said to contain one of the first fruits that were created in the garden of Eden."
Perseus in turn gave him a confused look. "What's Eden. I never heard of this place?"
At that the primordial gave him a fond smile. "Eden is a place that was created by gods. A place that the first humans walked and stayed. A place that housed many of the first animals and foods that this world now has in abundance. Though as time went on the humans needed to leave. So, they packed up what they could and what the gods allowed them to take and left. The gates to Eden where then shut and left like that."
As Chronos explained the story Perseus stared at him and listened to the tail he spun. Though Medusa only watched on as the anger and worry simmered to even hotter levels. She knew that the seed itself was not dangerous but the more she looked at the seed the more she felt the feeling of Deja-vu creep on her. The feeling that she had seen this thing before.
"This seed was found by archeologist near Greece and is said to be the only remaining seed. None like this exist today and if they do. Then they are very different from what this one will be and look like." He said as he gave the seed to the boy.
Perseus in turn took the seed and immediately asked the one question that most would ask if given such a gift. "Can I plant it now?"
The primordial only nodded with a smile and in turn gave the boy the signal to do so.
So, Percy immediately jumped out of his chair and left to plant the seed dragging his closest sister, who happened to be Sophie, with him and called for the others to follow. Which they quickly did after seeing the look their mother had. Though, before Eva left she was stopped by her grandfather. Who seemed to have whispered something into the girl's ear, that Medusa couldn't here.
When they had left the room was silent. Neither moving to start the conversation for different reasons. Medusa because she was furious with what she was starting to realize what the seed might be and Chronos because he was coming up with ways to make her realize why he did what he did. He knew of the possible futures and why the mother was so upset. She had shared with him the dreams she would occasionally have and was told the same from the primordial that was with said mother.
"So… how have you been." The primordial asked but received no response. So, he tried again. "I see the form given to you looks fine, makes you look even beautiful." To which he got no response verbally. Physically, she stated reveal the features that made her the monster.
Medusa's form was given to her by Chronos to make it easier for her to blend into human society better. The form had the same skin tone as her normal one but her eyes, hair and figure. Instead of snakes for hair she possessed long straight dirty blonde hair that went to around her shoulder blades. Her eyes were not the same dark gold that could enchant most men, but instead a snake like green that was like her sons. Lastly, she did not possess the same physique that her normal body did. Instead of the slim sculpted figure that would make any man blush if they didn't turn to stone first, she possessed a slim body with little muscle and a figure was a little less generous when compared to her normal form. It was similar to a slim photo album model that one would see on the covers for Victoria secret and the likes. To her, the body felt fragile and quite easy to break.
Though with the anger rising to levels that he hadn't felt in a long time, caused the form to revert to her original body. The snakes that were her hair started to move and the golden eyes shone bright once again.
The primal like anger and worry only allowed a single word to come from her mouth as she stared down the man in front of her. "Why?" She asked through gritted teeth.
The primordial sighed seeming to age before her very eyes and adopted a very sad and disappointing look. "Something happened or rather is about to happen. Something that was out of our control. Something that we never saw, or thought would happen… Well at least not happen for another couple years."
At hearing that her anger seemed to calm down, but her worry grew instead. "What do you mean? What do you mean that something happened that you didn't see. Your primordials. Don't you have eyes and ears everywhere?"
The man smiled sadly. "We do to some extent but even with those eyes and ears we couldn't have thought of the scenario that has happened in the last few weeks."
"What could have happened that got you, a primordial, so worried."
The faint smile that the man wore disappeared at the question, and a look of worry took over. "I don't worry over our sakes. I worry over your son's. Something happened that wasn't supposed to happen for at least another ten years at the most."
"Wait, wait, wait. So, what your worrying about is something that was going to happen to my son in ten years. Something that I was not informed about." The man just sighed and was about to say something but was stopped as Medusa continued. "And not only did you not tell me, but I know for a fact that it involves that tree and that bullshit story you told him. Am I wrong!?"
The man before her sat there, not saying a word. To which she knew that meant she was right. As old as he was, she'd thought that he would be a better liar.
"I have my reasons." He spoke quietly.
"YOU HAVE YOUR REASONS! That's all you're going to say to me. That you have your reasons! That I should trust you with my child's life because you have your reasons!" When she got no reply, she stood up from her seat and continued her rant. "Do you even care what happens to him, or more correctly do any of you care for what happens to him! I know that he is your chosen king but at least don't pretend that you care for him!"
At hearing her final statement, the primordial stood up from his sweat as well and looked to the mother in front of him. Eyes glowing with power that she knew that even the gods couldn't understand.
"Is that what you truly think? That I or as you said, we don't care for the boy that we have chosen?" He asked calmly, eyes still glowing with power.
Medusa in turn stiffened for a moment but quickly regained her confidence. She knew that she just blew up on a primordial, not her smarted moment, but even after all these years, she still had her suspicions. She knew how the gods were and acted towards humans. Heard tales of the curtly that the titans later developed. So why wouldn't the primordials be any different. Though this is the first time she had call him out on her suspicions.
After a few moments of silence, Chronos closed his eyes and sat back down in his seat. He slowly rubbed his temples and only after he opened his eyes again did he speak, "Medusa, I will not lie to you and say that we all, at one point, thought like that. Thought of him as nothing more than a means to an end; our special pawn that we could use to make moves for us." He paused to take a breath but continued immediately afterwards. "That was a long time ago. All, and I mean all of us, have begun or already care for the boy. For that you may thank Prometheus."
"Prometheus?" she asked after a few seconds of silence. Still a little bit stunned by the honesty of the man before her.
The man nodded and smiled softly. "We sought out Prometheus for reasons, and he convinced us to watch Percy."
"Why?" She asked nervously.
"Sit, this might take a few minutes, or more, and I want to finish before the children get back. They don't need to hear this."
Medusa nodded, no longer feeling the anger, worry or nervousness that had been persistently there in the back of her mind. Though who could blame her, she knew that this all involved her son. It always did.
"Ok… So, where does this all start then?"
The primordial of time chuckled softly at the mother before her. Knowing that what he will say may cause her to hate not only him but the rest of his brothers and sisters. Though he knew for her sake that she must know. Even if the time she has with her boy is slowly drawing to a close. Especially with the most recent of events that has occurred in the world.
So, for a moment he thought, and thought, and thought. Until he gave up on where to begin. "Hm, I guess from the beginning then." He said quietly to himself.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing my dear." He said with a faint smile.
"Then say something."
The old man sighed. "It all started one hundred fifty years ago."
Eva and a Percy
"Come on, let's go Sophie!"
"Perseus, slow down."
That is what she heard as she followed the boy, who had become her little brother, pull her sisters to the edge of the field that was their home. Though in actuality, the boundaries of their home were a little bit bigger. It was one of the first things that her uncle did when making and crafting the area the they live in now. The boundary, in all honesty, didn't really do much though. It mostly gave the animals, monsters or people the idea of leaving. Almost like an incredibly powerful hypnotism; just giving the suggestion to leave. Of course, there were rules and exceptions like people that we keyed in beforehand that don't receive any type of mental suggestions. Then there are certain beings, like gods and being that are strong both mentally and willfully, that could ignore the suggestion, but then again what god was going to come to some random little town in some random place near the Rocky Mountains. For that and a few other reasons were why they lived were they did. At least that was the mentality when this spot was chosen.
That was another thing that she was grateful for, as well as the rest of my family. The area that they lived in was part of a cute, small, and remote town. As strange as it sounded, her and her little family loved the people, even if it took her mother two of the five years to finally get used to them and have willing conversations with them, but It was the fact that they were so remote that they loved. To be out and not worry about the world, if only for a couple years, before the world decides to pull her brother into it.
She was scared for her brother. She, like the rest of them that understood the other side of the world and were scared for him. He had yet to have shown any appearance of even being associated with the mythos world. Besides, the slight increase in brain activity which made him a bit smarter than the average five years old.
It was so confusing to her that a godling, one that to her knowledge didn't share his domain, would show no sign of being a godling in the first place. Of course, her uncle believed it to be the fact that his soul wasn't completely that of a god. Due to the circumstances surrounding the fact that he still had a small part of his original demigod soul inside him, when he received the ancient power that gave him his domain and some sort of immortality. Yeah, that was another thing; according to her uncle, he received an odd form of partial immortality. Honestly, the boy kept his knack for surprising everyone, even when he was reborn into another life.
She had ideas as to why the things were the way they were and had solid proof for more than half of them. The thing that finally made her believe in her ideas were the words spoken to her as she left the house.
"Right here Sophie."
"Are you sure? I mean, why don't we do it a bit closer? It will get more sun and water" she heard Sophie ask.
She couldn't help but giggle humorlessly at Percy's response. "I don't know. Just right here seems right." Sometimes it was best not to question her brothers thinking.
As she watched him, she thought back to those words that her Uncle said to her as she left. She wouldn't lie and say that she knew how her mother's family worked, or that she understood them fully. She and her sisters were the only beings, that weren't primordials, that could even comprehend their thought process. And It was because of the words and having a slight insight to their thought process that worried her. What Eva's uncle asked of her, order her, commanded of her, would be the first true step for the world to begin anew.
"I got the shovel!" Chloe yelled as she came closer.
"Give it here and can you help Sophie go get water."
"What? But I just got here. Why don't you go get it?"
"Wait, when did you ask me to get water?"
She gave her two sisters a look that told them to do it or else. To which she watched them quickly scurry off with a sad smile on her face. 'Still got it.' She thought with a sigh.
She then looked over to Percy who was observing the ground, making sure that it was the best spot for the little seed.
"Eva, can I dig the hole?"
As she started at her little brother's expectant face for the stainless-steel shovel. She was filled with grief for knowing that what she was about to do, no matter how unknowing her brother would be of this, would be the true cause of putting the plan that her family had in motion. There by setting him on the path that would lead to great glory, happiness, and peace; but also, great sadness, anger, and war.
"Eva are you ok?"
At the sound his voice she looked up at him and as a few tears began to build in her eyes. She watched with even greater sadness as a snowflake fell between them.
'The snow like in mother's first few visions of a tree.' she thought.
"Eva what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Percy asked with the cutest look of worry on his face as he rushed from his spot to hug her. Oh, by the gods did she loath that look at this moment. The worry they he held for her was misplaced. For this only made her job even more difficult.
With a quick rub of her eyes she detached him from herself. "It's nothing. Just a flake of snow." She said with a false smile that even she knew was not fooling her little brother. Thankfully, for her sake, he did not persist on the matter. "Where is the spot." She asked once her voice held no more trembles.
The brilliant smile that he normally wore came back. As he pointed to the spot just behind him and took a few steps back before kneeling on the ground. She quickly followed and got on her knees.
"Let me dig it for you. The ground is a bit hard from the cold." She gave a low chuckle and began to dig. Not waiting for his opinion on the matter. "Makes me wonder if this thing will even grow. With it being so cold and the snow coming."
"Grandpa said that it will grow anywhere because it is special."
"That it is." she replied with a humorless laugh.
With each dig, she thought of a curse for herself. With each need of strength, she prayed for more weight and for every ache from the weight to stop her. She knew that deep down that she was the one that needed to pull the trigger. She was always the strong one of the sisters and would always remain that ways for the them, even now when in this new life. She would be the one to take on the job that her other two sisters would refuse, and mother would never forgive her for. Both would hate her for this and not choosing to give them a few more years or avoiding it altogether.
She then stopped in her digging at that thought.
Maybe she could just do that…
She could just refuse…
She could say that she did but never do the deed. She could stop the future that awaited her little Perseus, or at least stop it for a time. If she gave in now, their plans would have begun soon. Originally, their plans weren't supposed to start developing for another couple years anyway. What was the harm?
But her uncle would definitely find out some way and would be beyond upset. That's not even including how her mother and the rest would react. At best they might punish her or the little family that she had, and at worst they would kill them and take Perseus away. Was it worth the risk.
'Yes, yes, it is.' Were her immediate thoughts.
In her panicked and stressed mind, she had forgotten how much affection her uncle had been towards her brother and mentioned that the rest of the family also seemed to enjoy him. That they seemed to grow attached. Though that was only going by word of mouth from her uncle.
"Eve are you sure you're ok? You stopped digging."
"What?" Again, she was brought back by the source of her worries. "Oh, uh, yeah I'm fine. Just a few more scoops."
"Ok."
Yes, she would hold off. Damn the consequences. She knew that they couldn't be that bad. From her point of view if Perseus stayed the benefits only increased. They could easy him into his powers when they came. Teach him from a safe distance about the other monsters. Plus, Perseus wasn't all that tied down to humanity yet. He only met other people when he went with his mother to get groceries. In a year he would start school and that would start the development of connections through the mortals. Mother already planned on showing him what he was and what she was to him within the next year. So, he could at least understand that not all monsters are bad.
With all that in mind, it solidified her resolve. Hell, she would tell her uncle when they got back in. That she refused and that he would have to wait at the very least a couple more years.
"Percy, may I place it. I'll let you put back the dirt with the shovel."
He gave a pout but relented anyway. "Fine."
She smiled at him and rubbed his head a bit, which got a small chuckle from him. She then took the seed from his opened palm and placed it into the hole.
The she looked back to him and smiled, "Here you go." And placed the stainless-steel shovel in his open palm.
As she was about to let go a loud yell from behind made her jump and jerk her hand with the shovel.
"Ha-ha got you!" Yelled Chloe as she fell on her butt laughing.
"Ha, the look on your face when I scared you was priceless. I don't think I've seen you make a face like that since that time when we bet whether drunk Hercules was going to sleep with a guy."
"Which I think he did. If I remember correctly." Was Sophie's wonderful input on the conversation.
"Oh, he totally did. That's why she made that face and she lost the bet. She had to sew life stings for a decade."
"Both of you shut it. It wasn't that funny, right Percy?" When a lack of response came she turned to see that he was on the ground covering his mouth with one hand trying to hold in giggles, while the other was firmly clenched into a fist.
At that her face redden from the embarrassment and with a huff she threw the shovel into the hole and stormed off. Seeing this Perseus, quickly sobered up and tried to get up to chase after her but was stopped by Sophie who pulled him into a gentle hug.
"I didn't mean to get her angry." He quickly said, his face adopting a pout that was rather adorable.
"It's alright Percy, its more Chloe's fault that she teased her too much." Which got a "Hey!" from said girl. "You know that she doesn't like to be teased too much and loves it when you look up to her. Seeing you laugh a little may have upset her by making her think that you don't look up to her."
"But I do. I look up to all of you."
With a smile Sophie looked down at her little Percy. "Hearing you say that makes me happy and I'm sure that it would make Eva as well. Why don't we finish this little thing up and then go inside to tell her, ok?" With a nod Percy agreed and quickly went to the hole that the shovel was thrown into.
"Hey, I'm going to go in and see if there is any food left. I didn't finish mine. That cool with you?" Chloe asked.
"Sure, I'll be right in with Percy."
With that she watched her go back. And turned to an almost done hole with Percy putting the cold gravel back in place.
"Hey Sophie?"
"Yeah."
"Does blood come in different colors?"
At this Sophie gained a curious expression on her face.
'Why would he ask that? He's seen Chloe bleed before and I think he saw me cut my leg once. Did he cut himself? He should have the same color as any normal half immortal… at least I think he should.' She thought.
"It depends, why?"
"I think mines black."
"HMM?"
"Yeah, I think Eva cut me by accident when you scared her." She then watched him look at the shovel. "Ah man, some on the shovel. Now I have to wash it." He pouted.
With a slightly pale face and small voice she asked. "Can I see the shovel Perseus?"
"If you promise to wash it."
"Perseus. Give. Me. The. Shovel. NOW!" At hearing the urgency and at the raise of her voice he quickly complied.
Walking over and placing it in her hand he looked down to the ground. She felt guilty for yelling at him. She was the only one in her family that had never raised her voice at Perseus. Always being the calm caring and most loving of her sisters. She even surprised herself with the tone she took with him.
When he gave her the shovel and looked at its stainless-steel form. She indeed did see a few black blood drops and a few streaks that showed that a few fell off the stainless-steel. The blood itself was blacker than the darkest night and seemed to almost suck in any surrounding light.
Upon seeing this she quickly dropped the knife and grabbed Perseus into a tight hug with his head on her chest. The boy for his part was very confused.
'Why was it so bad that he had black blood.'
"Is it a bad thing?"
"What?"
"Black blood?"
"No Percy, black blood isn't the problem." She pauses, choosing her next words carefully. "The problem is where the first drop lands."
Hey guys, BD here with just a few things.
first hi, yeah sorry for delay.
Second: yes, there will be other mythologies that will be in this fic. Which ones will make it to the end well? Well you'll have to wait and see. So now that you know this that leads to my number three.
Three: I have not read any of the other mythology books from our lord Rick. so, I will not be basing it off that. I will be basing it off stories from other portraits and other stories that you have probably read or watched in real life. One example will be Hercules, if any of you are familiar with the Nasuvers/fate series, he will be a cross between the berserker Hercules and the archer version. Also, since this is AU some of Rick's and original content about some character will be different, again will be Hercules. He will not have the same back story and will have something that will make him less of an ass. Also, that thing in the blood of Olympus never happened. (thought that was extremely dumb.)
Lastly pappous means grandfather in Greek
I believe that is everything, please R&R
So, have a nice day or night wherever you are BD out.