The Earth Monarch

Chapter 20: Fear

3rd Person POV:

Olympus was half in ruins, most buildings still slowly crumbling. Unfortunately, no one could rebuild them yet. The Giants are fiercely attacking Mount Olympus, hoping to gain ground before the Immortal enters.

The sword of Perseus is up to the handle now, which is very worrisome for the Giant and monsters watching it.

The Olympians cannot get good enough ground against the Giants, which in turn means no mortal hero could get close to aid in the final blow. Double unfortunates, they could only acquire 2 demigods that fit the criteria for the war; Heracles, and Dionysus.

The war seems to be nearing its end, and no one knows who's side will win. Maybe the Giants, but once the sword sinks beyond sight, they've already lost. Maybe the Olympians, given the sword that shouldn't be so terrifying.

Perseus POV:

I stood atop a slow moving, cumulus, as it glided across the plains of Greece. I could see the Giant fortress to my north, Olympus further past that. The catapults, ballistas, and trebuchets haven't stopped firing, continuously striking the lower levels of Olympus.

The main command tent of the Giants was situated to be right on top of my sword, so they know how long they have.

"There comes a time, where one may call you a madman. This isn't one of those times. If they try and fight back, then that's what I'd call them," a voice said behind me. "Indeed. They act tough against Olympus, but they are absolutely terrified of a sword in the ground. Then again, it's what the blade represents," I agreed.

"How are you, Aether?" I asked. "I am well, Lord Perseus. It is good speaking with you once again," the young primordial said. "That it is. Any reason you come here?" I asked. "Fair warning. We are unsure if you can kill them. You are neither God, nor Mortal. We do not know if their biology restricts you," Aether said.

"Orion?" I asked, looking back at him. "An oddball. A...mortal giant, if you will," Aether explained. I nodded, and looked back to the 2 peaks. Suddenly, a red ball of light shot into the sky from the Giant Command Tent. This caused their attacks to double.

I felt my sword return to my domain completely, and I grinned evilly. I felt Aether leave, and felt many Primordial presences begin to watch over Greece with excitement, not powerful enough to draw Olympian Attention.

My armor materialized on me, and my sword appeared in hand. I slowly released my aura, and the effect was immediate.

My cloud began to grow rapidly, turning from glorious white to Tartarus level dark. More clouds started forming, combining, turning into a massive thunderstorm that encased the peninsula.

The air became heavier, and I felt many tree start to strain against the pressure. Winds started speeding up, growing faster and faster. The earth rumbled far below, some cracks forming and lava rising out. The seas turned murky, and began to rage tremendously, 20 ft waves crashing on the shores.

With the Giants:

Porphyrion looked up in fright, as another bolt of red lightning brightened the sky. The wind pushed against him so hard, he had to hold his position by planting his spear in the ground, and his feet still slid around.

Trees were being crushed and bent, as the pressure increased, and the powerful winds kept switching directions rapidly.

"Porphyrion! What do we do?!!" Polybotes shouted, trying to stay upright. Porphyrion could barely see him, and hear him, despite being a few feet away.

"I don't know. I understand Mother! Please, help us against him!" Porphyrion cried, staring at the ground below. "She won't answer, brother. Mother won't get involved," Enceladus said, slowly getting closer to the Giant King.