All of the gods and goddesses were in a panic, well mostly all. There was two who were more sober. One from grief and the other one had always been level headed, she sat by her fire watching. The other one had had enough however, after ten minutes of continuous chaos with no stop in sight.
"WILL ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!" The ground shook to emphasize his statement. It did as everyone quieted and stared at Poseidon who had stood up, trident in hand. In a firm, but quieter voice he spoke again.
"This is not the time to be arguing, this is the time to take action. Tartarus is a powerful opponent. He controls where the Titans, Giants, and monsters are. Even though those three groups will be weakened from the last fight so are we. Our seasoned fighters were cut in half and even though the camps are rebuilt the children there are not trained. They needed to be trained. I suggest that we put away Zeus's petty law and help them."
"How dare you call my laws petty," Zeus grew furious.
"Then tell me what else it is," Poseidon challenged. "If you wouldn't have made that law then Luke wouldn't have rebelled because the children wouldn't have felt neglected, and in the past war maybe more would have survived if we would have been able to help more instead of closing off Olympus for eight months! No you are right it isn't a petty law it is a stupid one!" Zeus stood, his Master Bolt in hand.
"You talk to the King of the gods like that," he growled to Poseidon.
"I talk to a lousy king!" Zeus let his armor cover him as the clouds around them turned stormy because of the two brothers.
"That is enough you two." Hestia finally said. "As Poseidon said we have other pressing matters at hand." Hearing Hestia, Poseidon knew she was right and let his trident stand to his side, no longer pointed at Zeus, but to Zeus it didn't matter. He had just been insulted and as Poseidon lowered his guard he threw his Master Bolt. Just as it was about to connect a wall of flames sprung up, shielding Poseidon. Everyone turned to the livid goddess who had saved her brother.
"I said that was enough Zeus." Though angered, her voice was steady. "If you try that again I promise you I will burn you to a crisp. I am tired of putting up with you and this is the last straw. Are you trying to kill us all by taking out one our stronger fighters? Now I suggest you sit down and let us get things settled." Everyone, but Poseidon, Hades, and Artemis was surprised at Hestia's actions. Only those three knew her true self. How even though her fire could heal it could also burn. Everyone sat in their thrones.
"Good now Poseidon continue." Zeus went to make a comment but a small flame started on his robe shut him up.
"Thank you sister. As I was saying we need to help train the children, all of us including the other gods and goddesses. I know that there has been a rift between us but for now we need to act mature and put that aside. We need to fight with each other again or we will fall. That is something that cannot happen." Everyone knew this was right, but there was always pride and someone was angered at how they were no longer in charge as Poseidon further explained what they should do to get prepared for war.
Típota reappeared back down in the Pit, his mission done. He had attempted to reappear right back in his Master's lair, but for some reason he ended up near the River Styx. Most beings would be perplexed at why they had appeared someplace that they didn't mean, but not Típota. He was an emotionless being who only did as his master commanded and Master Tartarus had commanded that he return right after the message had been delivered, so he prepared to flash again.
"Please wait." A feminine voice called. Out of habit, Típota drew one of his swords and twirled around and was ready to kill whoever it was. All that stopped him was that the woman looked like she couldn't hurt a fly. She was short, only coming to his chest, with dark blond hair. Her eyes were dark grey, not like an Athenian, these were even more captivating. The only thing that stood out more than her eyes was her golden wings. They glowed in the darkness of the Pit. She gave a small.
"Who are you," Típota asked.
"My name is Bia, I am one of the children of Pallas and Styx."
"An enemy then?" He raised his sword ready to strike. Bia shook her head.
"No, not an enemy, there is no such thing."
"There might not be now, but I wish to be your friend." The word friend did not bode with him well, it made his head hurt and pain was something he was not used to, not when he was conditioned to override it.
"I have none and if you do not wish to die I suggest you leave."
"I can help you." This made him pause as he was about to strike her.
"I don't need help."
"Yes you do. You need help, but it seems that you have forgotten or that you believe that you no longer can have it."
"What do you think I need help with then?" Bia gave him a said smile.
"I know your true self. I know that you have been in pain for a thousand years. Perseus Jackson won't you let me help you?"