The End of an Olympian

22 | Freedom Fighters

With the confidence that my friends were fighting by my side, I rushed back into battle. But it wasn't long until the only ones fighting were the gods. Why? Because the Chaos army unexpectedly had arrived.

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Percy

The minor gods and Themis and demigods and Maris Astérians were having a hard time defeating the countless monsters that Zeus had brought to attack Camp Half-Blood.

But an unexpected savior came once again. I saw a magic portal open up and out streamed at least a thousand Chaos warriors. They didn't even hesitate to jump into battle. And at the front was an almost forgotten hero. Luke Castellan.

He led his soldiers bravely and disintegrated monsters left, right, and center. Not even the more ancient monsters that the minor gods with Themis were handling lasted long when Chaos's finest were upon them too.

Soon, it was only us gods fighting. Athena had noticed this disadvantage a while back and tried to convince Zeus to retreat. While the gods on his side had gained the upper hand, they were still injured some and it would be injured too much if all my supporters' efforts were focused on them. Even if they could handle it, it would most likely mean their children's death and an enormous amount of destruction. More so than already done. While Zeus refused to back down, his allies took the hint (even Ares cared for some of his children) and were starting to flash away.

"Father," Athena called out, "a tactical retreat is wisest. Do not let your pride get in the way of your victory."

I for sure thought that he would turn around and smite her, but only a grunt was audible before he too flashed to Olympus. I think the creator of the universe sending aid in my favor made him wary enough to agree. Once all opposing gods were gone, I let out a breath of relief. Fighting against Zeus was by far the hardest thing I had ever done.

I may have had more recent practice, but Zeus had the experience and had undeniable strength. I was only able to keep up because I was closer to my home turf (more like surf) and he was engrossed in rage more than his prowess. Still, had they not retreated, I surely would've lost. He was king of the gods for a reason. That reason may have been ill-founded at the moment, but it was still a reason. And it made for a formidable opponent.

"Lord Percy," I heard someone say. I turned to face them and saw a little girl, no older than eight. "What will we do now? Our home is destroyed?"

I looked around at the rubble and the fallen pine tree that used to serve as camp's magical barrier. I was immensely saddened. This was my domain, a safe haven for heroes, the place I used to call home. I would not have it end like this.

Out of sheer will (and my godly powers, of course), I forced a creek to form where the barrier used to be. It was only three feet deep and five feet (give or take) across, but I could immediately feel the magic radiating upwards from it. It would replace Thalia's tree—since that was the first thing Zeus destroyed—as the magical protection to hide the area from mortals and monsters.

I could hear gasps and awes at the newly formed sparkling creek. Shinny rocks littered the bottom and sea life freely flowed through it. Camp was officially under my protection.

"We will rebuild," I declared. "This is not the end of Camp Half-Blood. It is a new beginning."

The campers looked at each other with mixed emotions. Finally, the head of the Ares cabin, Max Ahn, stepped forwards. He was a strong leader and reminded me a lot of Clarisse. Similar to her, he argued with me a lot. Not enough to be disrespectful, but he made sure I never got complacent and I greatly appreciated it.