SURPRISE! Y'all should be thanking me for doing this. (No please don't, I did this cuz I was procrastinating on doing homework)

     The bloodshed had been horrific. Many lives lost in every interaction between the gods and the titans. The gods were hopelessly outmatched, but with Perseus hidden in their ranks they, at least, had a chance.

     Many of the gods did not know, or did not remember, the full war. They remembered the key moments that did not include Perseus.

     One of the most important moments of the war that included Perseus was the Betrayal of Atlas.

• • •

     "Are you ready Atlas?" The Prota emerged from the shadows, a dead look in his eyes. "Are they prepared?"

     A titan reluctantly turned to the prota. "Yes, I am. No they are not."

     "Good."

• • •

     Kronos brandished his scythe in Perseus' face. "My spy told me you were coming. Such a shame that a child with so much power is on the wrong side of the war."

     Perseus cocked his head, like a confused puppy, "You have a spy? My spy never told me that."

     Perseus locked eyes with Atlas, who was staring defiantly back at him. Sea green to volcanic black.

     "Your spy?" Kronos guffawed, "No, Atlas is my spy. How sad that you didn't realize sooner."

     Perseus' grip tightened on his sword, his eyes narrowed. A thousand thoughts were running through his head. Mostly focused on how Atlas could have betrayed him. The others were focused on how stupid it was for Kronos to keep his scythe held out (A, It was incredibly tiring; and B, He just looked really stupid).

     The lips of the green-eyed, black-haired "child" quirked into a smirk. Like he knew something. Something... important. His hand shifted, changing his grip on his sword slightly.

     The skies darkened.

     The oceans grew restless.

     The winds picked up, blowing everywhere.

     Everywhere except where Perseus was standing.

     And then...

     It stopped.

     For a full five seconds, there was absolute silence.

     Then the world exploded.

     Well, not really, but it's the most accurate description. Perseus became a whirlwind of death and destruction. He completely decimated Kronos' ranks, killing off each and every single one of the monsters and skewed people.

     No mercy.

     And then it stopped.

     All that was left were the immortals.

     Perseus sheathed his sword.

• • •

     Perseus always considered himself a fairly patient person, but Atlas tested his limits. Sure, he might have known that Atlas wasn't a great person – or titan – but Perseus had been naive. He should not have even tried. The only good thing that had come from Atlas was Zoe.

     Zoe. Zoe, with her beautiful smile, with her hidden glances.

     He would not be able to see her. It was too dangerous.

     Atlas, despite only being a titan, was still a fearsome foe. Atlas was not one to be messed with. It was already bad enough that Atlas was loyal to Kronos, and if Perseus were to add the fact that he loved Zoe, the danger would increase tenfold.

     That would not do.

     She needed to stay safe.

     There is only one answer to that: Perseus needed to leave.

     Perseus knew that it wasn't the best choice. But is there ever really a correct choice? It hurt both ways.

     So The Destroyer turned to leave.

• • •

     Perseus stood by the beach, looking out into the endless sea. Ever since the war, Poseidon had taken the sea as his domain, and it was thriving.

     "You shouldn't go in."

     Perseus spun around as someone spoke up from right behind him.

     "I know that. I am not stupid."

     "Nor am I. I am the most powerful of my siblings. I would know when my memory has been wiped."

     Perseus turned back to the sea, sighing and trying to think of an explanation for what he did. Why he did it.

     "You must realize–"

     "I do realize," Hestia cut him off, "I realize that you have reasons. I realize that, being a part of the Trinity, there are secrets that must be kept secret."

     Perseus did his best to hide his shock, "You... You remember?"

     Hestia sighed. "As I said before: I am the most powerful of my siblings. Zeus does not seem to think so, but Zeus is a useless child."

     A laugh escaped Perseus before he could stifle it. He clapped a hand to his mouth, still suppressing giggles.

     "Huh. Never thought you were one to be a giggler," Hestia muttered under her breath.

     "It's not like I can help it is it though?"

     Hestia stepped next to him, both of them gazing at Poseidon's domain. "There is no need to be snappy about it."

     "Ha, snappy. Good choice of words, Hest."

     "Hest?"

     "I'm lazy, okay?" Perseus quickly defended himself, "Too many vowels. Vowels are tiring."

     Hestia, or Hest, raised an eyebrow. "Okay then... Perce."

     "No. Not Perce. Anything but Perce."

     "Percy then," Hest corrected.

     Perseus – Percy – paused, thinking. "Percy is better."

     Percy abruptly turned away from the sea and up the beach. The memories plaguing him were almost overwhelming.

     But were they memories?

     Yes.

     "Thanks," Percy mumbled under his breath.

     He was suddenly pulled into a memory of when he last saw Zoe, when he knew it was really goodbye.

• • •

     Percy knew it was risky. He knew it ever since Atlas' betrayal.

     But did it stop him?

     No.

     Don't be stupid.

     Zoe had no idea that he was ever there; it was a quick goodbye. It was goodbye for Percy. Not for Zoe though.

     All Percy did was watch. He saw as she sat with her sisters. He saw her joy at hearing that her father had lost the war. He saw as she worried about him. He could not let her know.

     "Star, I know that you cannot hear me, but I wish to tell you that I love you. I will always love you."

     Percy sighed, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky. He needed to leave soon.

     "Goodbye my love"

     He wasn't sure why he said it if she would not hear it, but it felt right. That was all that mattered.

     Percy had never thought of himself as a sappy person, but as he went to turn away, he very nearly burst into tears. Who knew how long it would be until he saw her again? Would she miss him? Would she go on and find a new love? Would she hold onto theirs?

     The simple answer was that Percy did not know. He was being an absolute failure of a Prota, but there really was no way for him to see the outcome of their love.

• • •

     Percy forced himself out of the memory, his eyes catching Hest's worried brown eyes.

     "I– I need to go," Percy forced out, holding back tears, "Sorry Hestia, I just can't–"

     "I'll go," Hestia grabbed his shoulders and kissed his cheek quickly before flashing away and leaving Percy in solitude.

     Or so he thought.

     "She likes you," came a voice from behind Percy, at the sea.

     "I realize that. That is why I needed to get away from her."

     Percy turned to face Poseidon, his eyes drawn to Poseidon's nearly identical ones. Come to think of it, they were basically twins. Except for the obvious fact that Percy was way older. But that doesn't really matter, they looked like twins and that's what matters.

     "You're lucky, all the girls are after you."

     "Over half of them have no idea that I exist. I made sure of that," Percy retorted.

     Sea-green eyes met sea-green eyes. "All of the girls that know you exist are after you."

     "Not all of them."

     "Most of them."

     Percy sighed. "Why are you here Poseidon?"

     Poseidon turned away, gazing out towards his domain. His eyes reflected the calm waters of salt while his hands clasped together.

     Poseidon finally relented, "I... wish for some advice."

     "What sort of advice?" Percy asked.

     Poseidon looked into Percy's identical eyes and opened his heart.

     Percy had always known that Poseidon was different than his siblings. What he had not known was the extent at which he was different. Poseidon did not care for power, he did not care for domains, he did not care if he were remembered. Despite that, he was more popular than his older brother.

     And Poseidon hated it.

     But Percy? Percy though Poseidon deserved the power he had.

• • •

     Percy had never been one for the spotlight. Preferring to let Chaos take credit for the creation of the universe (that had been a mistake), but he knew it was time to finally leave. He knew that the Giant War would be devastating, but there was nothing he could do. The gods needed to learn to survive by themselves, without his help.

     Percy recruited one of his titan friends to protect him while he was sleeping, Iapetus. The Piercer, and one of the most powerful titans (in Percy's opinion). Iapetus was not only powerful, but gentle. He was also easily manipulated.

     Percy knew he shouldn't have pushed Iapetus into doing it, but in the end, it would play out better.

     And it was in the final moments of consciousness that The Destroyer spoke, "Iapetus? Could you tell my Star that I said hello?"

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No, I am not sorry.

...m̷a̷y̷b̷e̷ ̷a̷ ̷l̷i̷t̷t̷l̷e̷...

Now, what I really want to know is if you caught the subtle Fall Out Boy reference. Also, I think this is my longest chapter... Welp. (I'm also sad that no one got my MCR reference last chapter)

In other words, I really should be doing homework right now.

Once again, don't expect me to update soon. You only get this special treat cuz I'm procrastinating.

But did you see? There's actually some plot here!

Oh, I have a question for y'all: Do you want me to put chapter titles on these? Because I can if you want those. (EDIT: I've put chapter titles, as you probably can see)

Ok, I should stop now.

Peace
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Published: 10/23/2020