Legacy of Asgard

Ch. 5

Olympus was silent.

At least, it seemed that way to the demigods. But if you were a resident of the everlasting city, then you would see that it was actually in a state of alarm. The events of the Winter Solstice meeting had sent the Olympians into prewar mode. They had known that the Titan threat had been coming, but now they had a new menace to worry about.

This was a threat from a whole different pantheon and one that the Greek gods had little knowledge of. There were the myths of the Norse gods. But for the most part, their threats seemed to have been fought by the thunder god, Thor, in the myths.

His son and heir had showed up on their doorstep and offered his help as an ally against the growing threat when he could have just ignored it.

Their response?

They tried to eradicate him and had driven him away, most likely to the opponent, adding yet another powerful foe to their ever-increasing number of enemies.

Things were peachy, thanks for asking.

For months, the gods searched for the demigod whom had introduced himself as Perseus. The hunt had forgone all other missions and focused on the one and only task of finding him. No matter what they tried, they found no trace of the demigod. Olympus as a whole had assumed he had stayed true to his warning and joined the Titan Army, a fact that led to the majority of the Olympians to turn on Zeus, and the brazen bastard had tried to claim the boy had been a traitor from the start and that they didn't need the help of an impertinent little demigod when they have "such a powerful King" he had affirmed haughtily, while the rest of the council knew that it had been most likely Zeus whom had driven the demigod to their enemy with his arrogance.

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On the other side of the country, a boy with brown hair and obscure russet eyes sauntered through the woods. His new facade was courtesy of his adoptive mothers but his location was of his own choosing.

He stumbled through the woods as if he was exhausted and fatigued. He could feel multiple pairs of cold dark eyes on him as he went, but he played along knowing he couldn't give away his keen senses.

Finally, he stopped as he reached an old broken down mansion. Parts of it looked burnt while others seemed in different stages of decay. He stepped inside the building as leaned against one of the walls, continuing his act in trying to show his weariness and trepidation.

It only took about five minutes before a lone wolf stalked through the doorway. He acted shocked and scared and picked up a stick and held it up in front of him protectively.

The wolf stalked ever closer, creeping its way toward him in a ready to pounce position.

Without a single warning, the wolf lunged at him.

He kept up his act but he also made sure that he didn't show weakness or spinelessness. As the wolf was upon him, his sixth sense took over. He ducked low before rolling to the side. He jumped to his feet as the wolf recovered and snapped at him, only to be met with a solid whack upside the head.

The beast growled and lunged again. This time, he didn't hold back as much, ducking low before cracking the beat across the exposed stomach, snapping the stick in two.

The wolf whimpered as it stumbled back somewhat. Soon, a half dozen more wolves joined it as they all stayed crouched seemingly ready to attack any second.

Perseus looked down at his stick before looking back at the half-dozen animals in front of him, then he looked back down at his stick, then the wolves once again. "I don't suppose if I throw this, you'll go fetch?" He asked with a hopeful edge to his voice.