The After Effect

Chapter 17

As we walked through the Asgardian castle, I couldn't help but stare in awe at almost everything we passed. It was as if Olympus was merged with an old Victorian castle. It gave off the same powerful vibe as Olympus, which makes sense considering they, too, are gods.

We stopped when we got to a large, golden looking door. Before I could ask where we were, Thor spoke up.

"This, young god, is the royal families chamber. While it is not an ideal place for guest, we will not be over heard here. Since we would like to here more of your story, it will be a good idea to make sure it stays just between us." Thor said.

I just nodded as they opened the doors.

When we walked in, I was surprised at how normal it looked. Some things looked different, but it seemed more like a cultural difference than a other worldly difference. The room had a couple couches, tables, artifact looking items, and such. As to be expected, there was no technology. Everything was lit by touch as well.

Odin and Thor took a seat on a soft, velvet-looking, red couch and motion for me to sit down at the chair across from them. When I did, they stared at me without saying a word. I ran my hand through my wild black hair as I began feeling nervous.

"I believe we never got a name." I jumped as Odin's voice boomed.

"Perseus." I replied quickly. "But please, call me Percy. The only things that call me Perseus are the ones that want me dead."

"Perseus." Thor repeated. "Like the one in the Greek mythology, no?"

"That would be the one mom named me after." I replied. "Something about him getting a happy ending or something."

"Is that rare?" Odin asked.

I looked at him, confused, "Is what?"

"Happy endings?"

My eyes flashed as memories of the last two wars came to mind. "Very."

The two Asgardians shared a quick look before glancing at me. Thinking back to what Chaos said about them being trustworthy, I decided to tell them my whole story.

I began explaining about how I found out I was a demigod, along with all the quests before the Second Titian war. When I got to the actually war, they looked surprised that they didn't know about it. I appreciated that they didn't give me looks of pity as I accounted what I did when I was younger, probably because they knew, being warriors themselves, that that is just life.

"When I was sixteen, shortly after the Second Titian war, I was kidnapped by a goddess to-" I was cut off by the large golden door swinging open.

"Father I tried to stopped them but I couldn't! I managed to follow them back to their realm but they grabbed me and did some magic and I-I... I don't know what happened to me! I can't make it stop!"

My eyes shot to the young man, or should I say god, that entered the room in hysteria. He called Odin father, yet he looked nothing like him or Thor. This man at messy black hair, that looked like it was attempted to be combed, and emerald green eyes. Like the other two, he was wearing armor. His was silver, accompanied by a green cape.

I looked down at his arms and saw what he was freaking out about. His sleeves had been pushed up, exposing his very blue arms. If I had not known better, I would say he had hypothermia or frostbite, but that's impossible for gods.

Odin shot up out of his seat. "Calm down son. It is okay."

By the time Odin reached the young man he had calmed down, if only slightly. Odin reached for but when he did, a sharp bit of ice shot out of his hand.