Percy Jackson - Godwyn the Golden

"Godwyn, your hair is so beautiful." Annabeth couldn't help but say, seeing Godwyn tying his hair into a ponytail; the strands were so smooth and shiny they looked like threads of gold. There was a look of envy on the seven-year-old girl's face.

"I received the blessing of the Goddess Freya; my hair will always be clean, beautiful, and fragrant." Godwyn commented with an amused tone, seeing Annabeth's envious expression. He knew how attractive these things were to women, even to a girl as young as Annabeth.

"Do you think she can bless me too?" Annabeth asked, looking hopefully at Godwyn.

Looking at the girl's adorable appearance for a moment, Godwyn nodded. "Yes, it's quite possible for Goddess Freya to give you a blessing."

"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up at his words. Who wouldn't want to have always clean, beautiful, and fragrant hair?

"Yes, she likes beautiful men and women, so it's very likely she'll accept your prayers in exchange for some object of beauty." Godwyn said with a smile, he playfully stroked the girl's hair.

"What if they're ugly?" Thalia asked curiously.

Godwyn's expression became slightly strange at the question. Remembering the Goddess of Beauty's personality, he replied with a helpless tone. "Well, she'll pretend you don't exist. She won't even notice you, even if you stand in front of her... if you insist on talking to her, she'll turn you into an extremely ugly goat."

Thalia, Annabeth, and Luke showed strange expressions. The goddess of beauty had a rather... exotic personality?

"If you want Goddess Freya's blessing, just sacrifice a perfume, and along with your status as a foreign Demigod, she will be very happy to accept, as it shows that her fame and beauty have extended to other pantheons." Godwyn said with a laugh, but warned Annabeth with a solemn expression.

"But be careful, the rivalry between goddesses of beauty is great and deadly; if the Greek Goddess of Beauty knows you have Freya's blessing, she might get furious and curse you to be ugly for all eternity." With Godwyn's words, Annabeth's happiness disappeared as quickly as it came; the idea of asking Freya for a blessing instantly ceased to exist. Although having beautiful hair was cool, she preferred to keep her appearance intact.

"Would the Goddess of Beauty care about something like that?" Thalia asked incredulously; were gods so petty that they would curse a mortal for something so trivial?

The poor girl still didn't know how fragile the egos of the gods and goddesses of the world were. In Godwyn's eyes, the Greek gods were like babies holding an AK-47; they shot everywhere without any sense of morality or ethics.

"You underestimate a dispute between goddesses, especially the fight between the Goddesses of Beauty from other Pantheons." Godwyn replied with a helpless tone, explaining the goddesses' quarrel.

He knew exactly how terrible a women's fight was; if they were goddesses, that fight was even more intense. "This fight has lasted for thousands of years, all of them wanting to be the most beautiful of all goddesses. If Annabeth accepts Goddess Freya's blessing, it shows that her influence has surpassed the other Goddesses of Beauty..."

Godwyn's words made the three realize that the gods were not so benevolent. Luke, who had more experience in this regard, knew better than anyone how cruel, cold, and arrogant gods were.

The image of his crazy mother appeared in the boy's mind, making him clench his fists tightly as a look of hatred appeared in his eyes.

"Godwyn is right, children." Mimir, who had been observing everything in silence, spoke with a serious tone. "Most gods are not benevolent beings; they seem casual on many occasions, but never show disrespect to a god; these beings have large egos and hold grudges with an ease that would make a narcissist admire them."

"I've lost count of how many mortals have been killed, cursed, or simply became toys of the gods." From Mimir's tone, he was certainly talking about a certain god, but apart from Godwyn, the other three didn't understand the subtlety in his words.

"Enough of this sad feeling." Noticing the silence, Godwyn smiled and changed the subject. He looked at Luke and asked in a calm tone, "What's your plan to get to Camp Half-Blood?"

Luke woke from his thoughts and said with a serious expression. "If we go by car, we'll arrive in Long Island in six hours, but since we're walking, this trip will last almost a week, that is, if we don't encounter setbacks."

Godwyn understood very well what the setbacks Luke had spoken of were.

Monsters!

For monsters, demigods like them were a delicacy. Although many monsters also held great resentment against the demigods' parents, since they couldn't fight gods, they targeted demigods who couldn't adequately defend themselves.

"What if we go by sea?" Godwyn asked, looking at Luke.

"Impossible, the God of the Seas might attack us..." Luke looked at Thalia for a moment and spoke with a tone full of regret.

Godwyn noticed Luke's expression and looked at Thalia. As someone who had read the Percy Jackson books in his previous life, he knew a thing or two about this universe.

He knew Thalia's father's identity, Zeus. Like him, the girl was a descendant of the King of Gods of a Pantheon.

Remembering the grudges between Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus, Godwyn's expression showed clear helplessness. He had seen brothers fight each other, but quarrels like the Big Three were truly surprising.

"Six days of travel with countless monsters and divine beings." Godwyn murmured with a helpless tone. Getting to Camp Half-Blood was really difficult; he understood why so many demigods died before reaching the Camp.

This level of difficulty for demigods who had never had any training was like being on hell mode in games, especially if you don't have a divine father or mother who doesn't care what happens to you. Which was the situation for most demigods in the world.

Thalia, Annabeth, and Luke were truly lucky to have divine parents who really cared about them. Other demigods had to rely on luck to reach Camp Half-Blood alive. Many perished during the journey, which was the most common ultimate fate among demigods.

The subject didn't come up again, and everyone started sleeping again; Luke and Thalia, in particular, were completely exhausted. From what he learned from Annabeth, both had fought Hellhounds hours ago.

Godwyn lay on the ground without caring about the cold floor. Although he had joined the group, he didn't feel close enough to sleep next to complete strangers, even if he technically knew these people.

But books are books, and real life is real life.

After experiencing so many deaths and sacrifices in his life, Godwyn had long left behind the mentality that everything is a game. This was the real world with living people, not encrypted data in a video game.

Suddenly, Godwyn's expression changed drastically. From his expression, he was suffering an enormous amount of pain. The most frightening thing was that under the young man's skin, something was moving; it looked like a thousand-legged centipede. The whole scene looked scary, grotesque, and nauseating.

Mimir looked at it with a solemn gaze. Even with all the trust Godwyn had in him, the boy had never said what, in Ymir's name, that thing inside his body was.

The God of Wisdom estimated that he knew everything in the Nine Realms, but he changed that mentality when he saw the centipede walking on Godwyn's flesh and blood. He had no idea what that aberration was.

However, Mimir was sure that this was the reason Odin had sent Thor to kill Godwyn.

At the same time, after seeing the centipede's effect on Godwyn, he knew that the boy was suffering a pain that was simply impossible to describe. But even with such pain, the boy had a heart of gold and could smile as warmly as the sun.

How Odin dared to kill such a good child, he had no idea, but he supposed that the Centipede was something terrible, that even the All-Father dared not touch.

Knowing the All-Father's mentality, Mimir knew that this was more than enough for Odin to want Godwyn's death.

Nothing Odin couldn't control should be alive.

Godwyn didn't know what Mimir was thinking; he was entirely focused on enduring the pain that afflicted his body.

What was it like to have your flesh devoured and your blood sucked while still alive?

A lot of pain, but even if you multiply that pain by a thousand times, it couldn't even compare to the pain he was feeling at that moment.

Godwyn had suffered this pain since the moment he was born into this world, a curse that even Odin feared.

The Destined Death.

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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (400,000 words written).

Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.