Inside an abandoned and broken car far from the city, three teenagers and a girl rested with tired expressions. Their clothes were torn in many places, and even some cuts could be seen on the arms and neck of the blonde boy and the black-haired girl.
"This is getting too crazy." Luke complained loudly. Although he knew there would be many monsters, he himself did not expect there to be so many. He found that if it weren't for Godwyn, they would have been injured, if not completely incapacitated.
"Our scent is too strong." Godwyn said in a calm tone as he let Annabeth rest her head on his lap. Of all those present, the girl was still a child and had the worst stamina on the team.
"We have to speed up, we can't waste time, we'll be consumed to death." Thalia said with a heavy and slightly guilty tone. She knew more than anyone that the blame for all this happening was hers. Her uncle and stepmother wanted her dead at all costs.
Previously, she had hoped that her father would help her overcome these setbacks, but as time went on, she understood that the almighty king of Olympus didn't care about her.
She was just another one of his descendants and wouldn't be the last; he had infinite women with whom he could have more children.
Remembering this fact, Thalia's jaw clenched as she tried to stop tears from streaming down her face. The feeling of betrayal was always the most bitter and painful. Especially when the betrayal came from the man who should protect and love her.
"I smell very good." Annabeth, who was squinting, said in a slightly annoyed tone. Obviously a little offended by the insinuation that she was dirty and smelled bad.
Her words made everyone laugh sincerely; the tense and heavy atmosphere almost seemed to disappear. Godwyn looked at the girl with a smile. Annabeth was very intelligent, always knowing what to say to lighten the mood on the team.
Caressing Annabeth's beautiful blonde hair, Godwyn looked at Thalia and said in a gentle tone, "Thalia, I noticed you use your lightning with anger."
"And?" Thalia put her feelings aside for a moment and looked at him confusedly with a strange look. Was there something wrong with her using her anger to boost her electrical powers?
"In a fight, staying calm is the most essential thing. Only by staying calm can you make the best decisions." Godwyn replied, remembering the time Tyr trained him in Asgard. The god of war was an incredibly tall man, but just like his height, he had a big heart and was a rare good god in human eyes.
"Besides, lightning doesn't personify the world's anger." Godwyn added with a smile.
"Godwyn is right, child." Mimir nodded.
"The Golden Age, under the reign of the King of Time, is remembered with nostalgia by humans. A time of peace, abundance, and natural harmony, in which humans lived without suffering. However, this era was also marked by the absence of moral consciousness: good was given, not chosen." Mimir said with a smile and began to explain theology to the children.
"But the King of Time is a fearful and destructive tyrant, and the King of Lightning emerges as the god who imposes order on chaos. By defeating the Titans, the King of Lightning establishes a rational cosmic structure, distributing functions among the gods and ensuring justice. Under his rule, the world gains stability and meaning, and justice ceases to be spontaneous to become an ethical and universal principle."
Despite representing a harsher reality and being distant from the gods, the reign of the King of Lightning is superior because it makes moral freedom and ethical excellence possible. The world needs the King of Lightning because only he transforms chaos into a habitable cosmos, governed by order, law, and responsibility. The suffering that marks the current era is not blind punishment, but the fertile ground of consciousness and virtue."
Godwyn wanted to laugh at the Greek people's view of the Greek gods. Although many crazy and hedonistic stories were created by humans to justify their perversion and hedonism.
(Note: There were many people who used Zeus's name to justify love between men and, in certain cases, love between an adult man and a boy. One of the most famous examples is Zeus and Ganymede written by Teogenes, a scumbag who believed in Pederasty. In short, many cases of romances between men by Zeus were not written by wise and renowned philosophers like Plato.)
(Nota 2: But do you know why Teogenes said that? Because he wanted to justify his own passion for a boy. In other words, he was an open pedophile. Understand that in Greek mythology, there is no account of a homosexual, these gay myths and the like only appeared after rereadings written by other rather suspicious philosophers. Whether in Greece or Rome, pederasty was not accepted, let alone given as if everyone was gay. All respectable philosophers criticized any man who dressed as a woman or a submissive man in a relationship.)
"What does lightning mean to you after hearing this?" Mimir asked with a smile.
"Order, justice, and punishment." Thalia replied with a thoughtful look; she looked at her hands and used her lightning, but instead of using the anger she felt towards her father, she used a feeling of punishment. At the same instant, blue and white lightning began to dance around her hand.
Thalia soon noticed the difference between using other feelings to control her lightning. While using lightning with her anger, the lightning was like uncontrollable monsters; it was difficult to control and even more difficult to imbue into her weapons.
But, using punishment as fuel for the lightning, she felt it was much easier to control the lightning, and the power was even more potent. The image of Godwyn holding two gigantic red spears appeared in her mind.
In an instant, a spear made of pure electricity appeared in Thalia's hand. It looked like she was holding plasma; blue sparks crackled in the air around it while the smell of ozone spread to the surroundings. The environment inside the car was illuminated by the plasma, which looked like dense, glowing water.
The spear was about a meter long; the length was straight with two relatively pointed tips.
Luke and Annabeth widened their eyes seeing the lightning spear in Thalia's hand. Both had seen Thalia's powers and had never seen her have such control to the point of creating objects with her lightning.
"Very good, now you just need to get used to it and use your powers in battle." Godwyn nodded. Thalia was worthy of being a descendant of a God King; the girl was extremely talented, much more so than a demigod like Luke and Annabeth.
Thalia dispelled the lightning spear and looked at Godwyn with a complicated expression. For someone as arrogant as her, she had to admit, the boy who was only a year older than her was the strongest person she had ever met.
Godwyn was unaware of the twelve-year-old girl's thoughts; he stood up with a calm expression, his golden eyes staring out of the car with a cold gaze. "I don't know who's spying, but come out or die."
Godwyn's voice made Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth stand up and get out of the car with cautious expressions. They looked around cautiously with determined expressions.
"Wait, wait, wait." Suddenly, a male voice sounded obviously panicked. From the bushes, a tall young man over twenty years old appeared. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a sparse beard on his chin, which could barely be called a beard.
The most interesting thing was that this young man had two hairy legs similar to a goat's.
"Goat man?" Annabeth said in a confused tone; she looked curiously at the young man who appeared before her.
"A Satyr, Annabeth." Mimir corrected with a smile; not seeing horns on the young satyr's head, he knew he was a teenager. "They are nature spirits, somewhat lustful and cowardly, but they are good protectors of nature."
"What is lustful?" Annabeth asked innocently, making everyone look at Mimir with a disapproving gaze. Mimir pretended to cough and replied in a calm and serene tone, "When you're older, you'll know."
Although she was dissatisfied with not getting the answer she wanted, she looked curiously at the satyr. It was the first time she had seen an intelligent monster.
"I- I'm Grover Underwood, I'm responsible for bringing you to Camp Half-Blood." Before the eyes of four demigods, Grover stammered and spoke with an increasingly less confident tone.
"Not to be rude, but you're not exactly strong, goat man." Thalia looked Grover up and down; she really didn't see how this humanoid goat could help her and her group get to Camp Half-Blood.
Grover's face turned red with shame at Thalia's words; he wanted to retort her words, but seeing the powerful auras of Thalia and Godwyn, he really had no confidence in his words.
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