Nico POV

I scowled. "MINOS!" I yelled, Minos, once again, tried to escape his punishment. I grabbed his long white beard, yanking him back into the furies clutches.

I was on patrol duty today, even princes of the underworld have duties. I was in the fields of punishment, checking with all the dammed souls.

Oh, the screams, so beautiful.

Thalia POV

Twang

I watched as another arrow hit it's target. I was training with the older hunters, like Phoebe and Atlanta. A daughter of Ares and Apollo respectively.

We were firing arrows at breakneck speed, splitting each and every one. Finally, the target cracked.

I growled in frustration. My brother, cousin and technical nephew just disappeared. Apparently dead too.

Where are you Percy? Milady is going crazy and Zoë is heartbroken and hasn't exited her room in a day.

Percy POV

The presentations started. Around the tree trunk, a holographic screen appeared, reminding me of Iris Messaging.

The first person was some Swedish guy, whose name I cannot pronounce. He had saved a crowd of school kids on a bus. It was falling off a bridge, which reminded me of Michael Yew.

He died in the end, falling off the bridge, into the water. He was a son of Tyr, according to the vala. He was apparently destined to be beheaded multiple times over the next few weeks. Ghastly.

The 2 girls were fraternal twins, who worked together to save their school from a serial shooter. Both of them would apparently be shot dead an gutted, very soon.

They all saved lives, died bravely and made it to Valhalla.

"Perseus Crescent. Rise and impress us with your courage." I couldn't help but laugh. They hadn't bothered to speak my full name. Probably thought it was too long.

I watched the screen, it started with us charging with the Cullens.

It progressed to when Thalia was shooting lighting, Will shoot his arrows. We watched Zoë shooting. And I was the centre of the attraction. The Vikings erupted into shouts of sorcery.

I hacked at all the vampires, not that the Vikings knew. They watched my dual wielding scythes, how I twirled them.

And finally, how I was stabbed in the stomach. The last flash of images, was me on the hospital bed, with Apollo and Will.

Around me, were all of the Olympians. Zoë was crying.

It showed how large the wound was, leaving a gaping hole in my chest.

The Vikings apparently loved the amount of blood, and yelled and cheered in approval.

They called the vala forward, but apparently fate had other plans, from the dark lake,3 figures dressed in white. The Norns.

They looked vaguely familiar, when it hit me.

"Clotho, the spinner. Lachesis, the weaver. Atropos, the cutter. Lady Fates, how are you?"

The looked at me simultaneously, which was really creepy. "Perseus Justice Honour Mercy Achilles Crescent."

They stopped abruptly. I was afraid for a second that they would announce all my titles. But it didn't happen.

"Odin wishes to intercede." There was a flash of light, and Odin had appeared, right at his seat on the head table.

He had short-cropped grey hair, a weathered face. Tall with broad shoulders. He wore a chainmail waistcoat.

He frowned at me, his dark blue eye swirling in multiple emotions. But he definitely wasn't overjoyed to see me.

The hall had erupted into chaos, with a wave of his hand, Odin silenced the incensed crowd.

"We will send you back, after all. You do not belong here, nor do you belong in the underworld." Odin told me. "The paper work will be completed by tomorrow, midnight."

And dinner ended.

I trudged back to my room. I turned on the tap, using my "fishy powers" as Thalia calls them, to create a rainbow.

"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me Zoë Nightshade."

I tossed in the gold drachma, but it passed right through and clattered on the floor.

Right, Iris can't sense me. I'm in different pantheon territory. I sank dejectedly.

Sighing, I stepped into the shower, washing away my stress. I felt mildly energised. Ah, it's a tradition. In 3 days, if I do not return, a funeral will be held.

I gulped. Nope. I'm not sure which would be worse. The wrath of my Mother. The wrath of the hunters. The wrath of my cousin's. Or....the wrath of my mate.

Just thinking about it, I paled.

I pushed the thought out my mind, I stretched. Walking to the training area, I went at the punching bag. I punched it until it flew off its hook and landed on the coffee table, breaking it.

I grunted in anger. I stalked off, jumping into the pond, leaving nothing but the tiniest of ripples.

I sank to the bottom, frustrated. I just want to get out of here. But then again.

We are from different pantheons. And I'm immortal. An immortal Greek. In Norse afterlife. And thus, I'm stuck here for a day.

At least I can check out their training and maybe incorporate some of the elements into Camp Half-blood. Except to "to the death" part. Definitely not.

I fell asleep at the bottom of the pond. Sinking into the depths, finally hitting the rocky bottom. I was sated.

I awoke to a loud horn, it sounded like the air raid warnings. I literally shot out of the pond, smashing my face against the overhanging branch of a tree.

I fell onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. It was far from pleasant wake-up call. I lay on the floor groaning, before I finally picked myself up, walking out to head to breakfast.

I walked to door, there, there was a note slipped under the door.

Hi, neighbour.
Join us at the floor 19 lounge for breakfast.
T.J.
P.S. Bring weapons armour.

Apparently, Vikings fought their food.

I simply used my "child of Aphrodite" powers to get me some nicer clothes. The Valhalla green shirt did not really appeal to me.

I tugged on a pair of black jeans, and wore a button up a dark blue polo shirt. I yanked on my weapon necklace.

Both my scythes appeared. The stygian iron chilling the air. The blades glinted in the light showing off a dangerous edge. Around my waist, my throwing knives appeared.

I sheathed them to my back in an "X" formation, before walking to the door.

T.J was dressed identically to yesterday. All of them were gathered around the table. Mallory Keen, who still bore a resemblance to Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

Halfborn Gunderson.

Magnus Chase was there too, with Alex Fierro. Magnus was in a green Hotel Valhalla shirt and jeans.

Alex, was interesting though. Her hair was dark green and her outfit was a bright pink and green. Her eyes were different coloured, dark brown and a pale amber.

They all greeted me, before Halfborn asked about my scythes.

"From my family." I told them. Apparently, they resected my privacy and subsequently decided to stop questioning me.

After a breakfast of sugary doughnuts, that only served as a reminder of Blackjack, a loud horn sounded through the halls.

"Battle time." Halfborn said enthusiastically.

T.J told me not to be discouraged if anything happened. But, Alex shushed him, "Let him figure the ropes. Maybe he'll be beheaded!"

On that happy note, I followed behind them. Let's see how a Greek fares on the legendary battlefields of Valhalla.

The battlefield was huge. It was around 3 square miles of space.

The sides of the field, were tall walls, rising into the skyline. Complete with white marble and even gold railed balconies.

The balconies were armed with catapults and decorated with spears, swords, shields and banners.

The warriors were all gathered, some in armour, some only carrying shields. And some were just in swimming trunks.

T.J fastened his bayonet to his rifle. He reassured me that the bullets did nothing much to einherjar.

"Those guys with assault rifles ? They are the least dangerous. My bayonet is bone steel, a gift from my dad. Bone steel works fine."

I wondered, I was only affected by mortal metals and Greek metals, like Stygian Iron, Celestial bronze and imperial gold.

Of course there's Orthyric silver, but those weapons are rare. Like my mother's bow, Zoë's bow and a select few.

Back to the point, would these Norse metals hurt me?

I was told to stick close to my hallmates, unless I wish to die. Again.

From all the balconies, seemingly a thousand horns blasted. And hooray, we got to charge into battle.

I had been 2 wars before, but never had I seen so much bloodshed in one place. We were literally slipping and sliding through the red liquid.

We stepped out onto the battlefield, the moment we did, I ducked. An axe soared through the air, it would have beheaded me if I didn't duck in time.

I threw a random dagger back and the dude. Apparently it was from my mother. Oh well, the poor guy is now experiencing life as a Jackalope.

I started to throw a few more of my mother's daggers. It was funny to watch the einherjar surge and panic as one of their own was mysteriously transformed into a member of the wildlife population.

Halfborn waded through the battlefield, his axes swinging. It was a little horrifying. Not the blood, or the enthusiasm. But their gleeful looks. They didn't seem to mind dying, not hesitate in killing. It was almost inhumane.

I slashed and parried, effectively cutting down all the opposition I could reach. Occasionally I used my scythes to grab someone, and drag the poor soul onto T.J.'s bayonet.

"Let's take that hill!" T.J. seemed extremely happy to have found a hill.

We waded through the field, until a spear ran Mallory through from behind. The last thing I saw was her angry blood streaked face, before she tumbled down the hill.

Magnus Chase POV

The new guy was good. He held his own. Also, he didn't seem to be bothered by the excessive amounts of blood.

I remember not even being able to hold up my shield properly. Yet this "newbie" seemed right at home, throwing daggers and slicing, Deflecting blows with only his scythes.

Jack was off, on an apparent date with a dagger. And so, I was stuck here, with standard issues of Hotel Valhalla swords and a shield.

Just as I turned, a javelin pierced my side. I stumbled around, I felt the tip completely pierce through my torso. Finally, I felt myself face-plant into the bloody fields.

Percy POV

I watched as Magnus died.

And we continued to charge upwards, halfborn was gone, disappeared in the crowds. I decided not to get my hopes up. Instead, I decided that Halfborn was somewhere down there, hacked to bits.

T.J. fell as we approached the top, multiple arrows pierced him from the back. A few in his head and a lot more on his back.

Apologies to T.J., but he looked like a human porcupine.

Alex fell soon after, mobbed and stabbed with a dagger. I was now the only one left.

I was backed into a tree. An arrow pierced my chest. I groaned as I pulled it out, exerting a bit of energy to channel my powers to heal.

I barely ducked as a javelin flew over my head.

In a desperate last attempt, I used my water powers to pull some water from the grass and ground. Setting up my own hurricane.

The Vikings were completely dumfounded, they still were very keen on killing me through. Since, through the swirling water, I saw spears, javelins and arrows.

I dropped the water defence for a millisecond, and I was rammed in the forehead with an arrow. And nailed in the chest by an axe, I sank down, my consciousness. I saw darkness.

So apparently, other pantheon's metals work on me. I filed away that knowledge for later.

What was I doing ? Oh right I was busy dying.

Hehe, darkness, shadows. SHADOWS !

I am an Idiot. I could have shadow travelled away. Dam.

And then, I didn't feel anything anymore.

And that is how I died the second time, in the span of 2 days. Hooray.