Rise of Ouranos (ReWrite)

Chapter 21

Silence made way for the war chants.

War chants were the prelude to running.

The running leaded to weapons crushing.

Those were Tethys' clues that the war had started. It was her time to take command.

"Alright!" She clapped, trying to get everyone's attention. Soon, all the deities that were gathered with her, looked at her and Tethys saw their faces. Some were covered in determination, while other had a small trace of fear. She couldn't blame them to feel like that. "The war had just begun and we have to be ready for the first injured party to arrive... I want to remind everyone that we treat wounds, we don't sympathize with their views..." Several heads nodded and a flash and gasp made everyone jump into action, as the first wounded arrived.

"Tethys, I believe I need your expertise..." Rhea whispered to her ear. Leaving Lelanto and Aura in charge, Tethys followed Rhea until were the Triplets were laying down. The girl, Procella, had her eyes shut and was panting as if she was having a nightmare. One of the boys, Vouno, was paler than before. "I don't know what happened to them, but they seem getting worst..." Tethys placed a palm over their foreheads while thinking.

"Offer the some nectar... We cannot do much until this is over..." Tethys admitted, sighing. "Whatever had happened, we need the full story and we cannot barge into battle to ask Ouranos now..."

"You're right..." Rhea agreed, feeding the only Triplet awake, Kethas, some nectar. "Drink slowly, honey..." She soothed him. Tethys looked around and saw that some entities had arrived with minor cuts and bruises, before jumping back into battle. Her trained eyes focused on the worst of the recent lot, Pallas. She had a nasty wound from her clavicle to her chest. Kratos, who was helping her, apparently was insisting she stayed.

Pallas flashed out before he could say more, making Tethys sigh. Here's our first dead body...

"Need a firm hand?" She heard from behind. She was happy to see Thalassa, who was accompanied with Pontus.

"Milady Thalassa, Milord Pontus!" Several heads turned to the direction of the voice and Tethys heard the gasps of surprise. "Not that I'm not happy, but what are you doing here?" She confessed, her smile faltering a little.

"Well, my dear..." Pontus started, wrapping an arm around his wife. "After what we heard, we just could stay doing nothing and while we have no intention of joining any side, we decided to join you, at least we could be doing something valuable..." Tethys, however, was reading between the lines a sentence that sounded like 'I wanted to keep her away from danger but she wanted to help, so here we are!' "Where should we start?"

"Um, probably gathering more materials, thank you, Lord Pontus..." Tethys vowed her head a little, while the couple walked away and where they had been assigned. Tethys noticed several others were bowing to them as well, in respect. She was pulled out of her thought when a male voice called her.

"Milady Tethys! I need your help!"

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Khione was beyond embarrassed now.

She was mortified.

She had recognized Perseus Jackson as soon as he stepped into the battlefield, but she did a tactical mistake. She took him for granted, just like she had taken for granted those other demigods before. Now, she had been turned into a god-sickle and Jackson was his new Lord of the Seasons. In punishement, he hadn't melted her until they had arrived to their destination.

"Milady Tethys! I need your help!" Jackson had called while Khione looked around the place. It looked like a tent in the middle of nowhere, full with gods and deities rushing from one side to the other. The noises of battle were raging from outside and some of the gods in the crowd were cringing and trying to apply some bandages. And, in all her glory, Tethys appeared from within the crowd, looking concern. "Milady..." Jackson bowed, making Khione growl. The bastard wouldn't bow to her and he bows to this?! "Bow." He ordered to the other ones. Khione saw in horror how the rest of the Seasons and Persephone bowed to Tethys.