Perseus Jackson: Titan of The Hunt

CH83: You Gotta Love Therapy

(Artemis)

The first thing I noticed after the shadows around us faded was that we were not on my chariot as I expected, in fact we were still in the same room.

I was about to complain that seriously we needed to hurry and stop the chariot before it began to go on an unsupervised decent when I caught sight of the problem and obviously what Percy had noticed as he had immediately let go of my hand before lashing out with his right foot and striking the hiding figure in the throat and slamming them against a wall cracking the stone under the force of the blow. Not that the silver armored figure seemed that bothered by the blow judging by his apparent lack of interest in responding physically. His helmet covering his face and hiding his emotions.

Curiously unlike most gods or Titans which still chose to use classical Greek style armor when fighting generally through force of habit or preference. Pallas had chosen a more contemporary set of European Knight Armor composed of a combination of Plate and chain link mail. Well that and the whole set was made of Orthrytic Silver. In other words it was probably finding its way onto Perseus's Christmas list at this very point in time.

'So you must be the great Perseus or should I say Percy?' Pallas asked in muffled amusement causing Percy to bury a combat boot further into his throat.

'And you must be Styx's little whipping boy, how is the crazy bitch?' Percy chastised mockingly.

'Difficult as always, but can I ask why you decided to attack me?' Pallas asked innocently as if finally bothering to notice the blow.

'Oh I think you know full well why I don't trust you. Though I expected you to turn up a few months ago, it was quite a surprise to hear you suddenly decided to leave. So what is the real reason you left Tartarus and don't try and lie to me?'

'I have no idea what you are referring to. I simply decided I wanted to see what the gods have done with the world.' Pallas said innocently looking towards me.

'So your wife wanting to kill me and telling you to do it, you saying you couldn't do it. Then her telling you to try regardless means nothing to you then. Dreams are a funny thing not that you have probably ever experienced one, but I have found they are quite insightful. Tell me how else could I recognize someone I have never met?'

'So you're saying all your evidence is based on a dream? I am pretty sure that doesn't count as proof of intention.'

'Then why are you hiding in the shadows of a council meeting you had no right in being in?' I asked causing him to look back towards me.

'If it is not your beautiful abusive spouse, you remind me of my wife.' He mocked causing me to frown as I resisted the urge to stab the fool straight in the groin. There is always a weakness in a suit of armor and that spot was looking awfully vulnerable.

'Your wife is insane, Artemis is just pregnant. Now answer the damned question.' Percy growled and I didn't know whether I wanted to slap him or not.

'As my father's heir it is my right to hear out proceedings. You may have got his domains but you cannot claim my Birthright. You merely claimed Kronos's throne and combined it with my Father's and Hyperion's power. You're not even a real Titan.' He finished beginning to laugh as Percy paused and relaxed his foot a little before slamming him back against the wall his helmet cracking a large slab of marble yet the Titan carried on laughing.

'Was that supposed to hurt? You too have felt what my wife is capable of; there is nothing you can do that can compare to that.' He mocked and I began to think he was well and truly insane. I only knew Styx by reputation but I was beginning to think the river of Hate really was a complete nut job.