At Camp Half Blood
It had been a week since the gods had started to train their children and everything was going rather well. The campers were getting better as they trained, even the young ones that wouldn't fight. Nico was helping his father teach swordplay when a little girl ran up. She had long dark hair that was braided into pigtails and had dark grey eyes with a black and golden ring around her irises. She was wearing an orange Camp Half Blood shirt with shorts.
"Daddy," the little girl said as she launched herself at Nico. Nico caught the girl with a smile.
"Olivia, I thought you were with Will helping with archery." Olivia scowled.
"Dad will only let me pick up the arrows, he won't let me shoot." Olivia was a legacy of Nike, but her parent's had died in a monster attack, one that Nico and Will came to, but only found Olivia. That had been three years ago when she was four. Now she was seven and had a stubbornness to her. Will said she got it from Nico.
"Did you ask him why he wouldn't let you?" She scrunched up her face, which Nico found adorable.
"He said he had to teach older kids now and that he would let me shoot later, but I want to shoot now." Nico chuckled.
"You have to be patient, il mio angelo. Not everything can go your way." [My little angel]
"I know, but I just want to help."
"And you are, being with Will and I help us every day. We wouldn't know what to do without you." He hugged her tight.
"What about grandpa," Hades asked coming forward. "You help me a lot when you come and visit." Olivia smiled at Hades.
"Can I help you now Grandpa?" Nico smirked at his father as Hades realized that he was now in the same predicament that Will had been. Olivia couldn't really help them. Yes, she was good at fighting, but she would not be fighting in this war. Plus, the class that taught the younger ones wasn't until after dinner as the older ones got a break. Hades didn't have to worry about an answer as the conch horn went off signifying an attack. Nico looked at Hades who nodded. Hades started instructing the class on what to do as Nico shadow traveled Olivia and him to the Big House. It was where all those too young would be sent to. They appeared in the room where meeting as usually held, Selina and Charles were both already there.
"What's going on Dad?" Though she was a brave girl, Nico could see the fear in her eyes.
"Just stay here and do not leave unless either Will or I come get you understood?" She nodded. Nico ushered her over to the other two and shadow traveled to were the army was coming from. What he saw he didn't like, hordes of monsters were at the border. Will came over to him.
"In the Big House, safe." Will let out a sigh of relief. "Have they said anything?"
"No, but the others and the gods are more up front." They made their way to the front.
"Why aren't they moving," Apollo asked. The monsters unnaturally still. Never had the monsters been so civil. That was when a figure in dark brown appeared.
"Típota," Artemis said. She did not like this being, not one bit.
"Who," Nico asked.
"The messenger from before," Poseidon answered. Típota came forward and to all their horror, easily walked through the barrier. In a split second all the gods and older demigods had weapons out, ready to fight. Típota stopped ten feet away from the group.
"How did you get in here," Thalia demanded, her bow aimed at him. Típota looked at her with his dead eyes.
"A test. My Master wishes to test you and thus I have been sent here to witness it." With a snap of his fingers the barrier fell, yet the monsters stayed still. They knew to wait for the command. After all many knew who this person was, they tortured him themselves. They knew that without the binding that he had on him that he could and would turn them into dust. If that happened Tartarus would not be happy, they might end up being tortured instead.
The air was tense as a figure grew, Hyperion was in the army.
"Go ahead," Típota's quiet voice began the fight. He disappeared as the monster hordes and Hyperion ran forward. Nico, Will, and Hades took on Hyperion as the rest took on the monsters. As thought, Hyperion was weaker than he was in the Second Titan War and was easily turned to dust. Though they did not know this, a sever punishment awaited him. The battle went quickly and with only a few injuries, something that was surprisingly good since most of the demigods had never been in real battle.
On top of Thalia's tree watching the battle was Típota. His eyes saw all that happened. How each person fought, their strengths, and their weaknesses. He felt a presence come near, but it was one that he now recognized.
"What are you doing here child of Styx?" Bia gracefully landed on the branch beside him.
"Are you really going to do this Percy?" His head snapped toward her.
"I told you he is dead," Típota growled. Bia shook her head.
"I don't believe that. I know that it felt like you died from being tortured, but you weren't Percy. I saw the truth, what Tartarus really did to you."
"Enough!" Típota's voice startled Bia, such hostility intent in one word. "Stop or I will cut your tongue out goddess." Bia's wings drooped.
"Please Percy, are you really going to let your family die?"
"I have no family," he spit.
"You do, one that misses you. One that wants you back." Típota didn't say anything and turned back to the battle, which was basically finished.
"No one misses me," he said so quiet that Bia thought it was her imagination. Típota jumped from his spot landing back on the battlefield. Demigods and gods alike tired from the battle.
"It is done. They have won." The few remaining monsters ran. All attention was now directed towards Típota.
"Lick your wounds we will be back." He snapped his fingers and the barrier returned. "Do not think that this flimsy thing will protect you either." He disappeared to go tell his Master what the outcome was.