The Angel of Time

Chapter 26 - Who She Really Is

Nik POV

"That language you were speaking, what was it?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen as we walked through the forest,

"Primarian" She answered, "We are taught every language we'd need here. But Primarian is the native language"

"I really need to learn the Tardis archive" I chuckled, "Or at least fix the universal translator"

Tzackson chuckled, "My boss taught me every language in existence apart from Primarian. He never even mentioned it"

"So he hasn't told you anything about our mission other than we need to be here?" I asked,

She nodded, "This smells funny" she mumbled,

"Wait how can your language be native? There's no one here?" I told her.

As I said that though we exited the forest and emerged into a clearing, "No. You just can't see them, Niklaus you relied on your technology but you never thought to use your powers" she told us and I could feel her smirk from here.

I did as she suggested and closed my eyes. I stretched out with them and felt a magical barrier. I forced my vision through it. When I opened my eyes I gasped. There was an enormous castle lay before me surrounded by a city. That was swarming with people, none of them wearing cloaks or helmets like the spectres, "Incredible" I whispered, "How did you hide it from me? My mind is impervious to mental affects"

"Because it's not a mental affect. The whole city Is shifted slightly out of phase with the rest of space. You didn't just push through a mental barrier Niklaus you shifted into another plane of space" She told me, sounding slightly impressed. Oh who am I kidding I had no clue, she had some sort of voice modulator,

As we entered the city, we attracted attention from the population. Whispers surrounded us and reached my ears, "We seemed to be noticed" Tzackson warned,

"We don't get many newcomers, peoples of the universe fear Primus" She carried on outlining the details of the Original Planet,

As we were lead to the centre of the city I admired the surroundings. The city was beautiful, shining purple buildings, market stalls lining the streets. The actual castle had a large glass spire that looked like it belonged to an evil queen in a Disney film.

We approached large steel doors at the base of the castle and without anybody moving a muscle the doors were flung open.

We were in a great hall, similar to the design of Othyrs' Great Hall, except it was clearly a training area. 9 people all dressed in combat gear and spectre masks were sparring against one man who was in similar attire, just with a purple mask instead of black. Tzackson and I watched the beings in awe at the skill they showed. But none impressed us more than the man in the middle. He dodged every attack before it even happened, redirected several attacks so they ended up striking a teammate instead of the intended target. After a minute or so the spectres were all on the ground groaning and panting whilst the man in the centre observed them,

"You lasted longer that time" he congratulated, "Well done"

The female spectre who was escorting Tzackson and I cleared her throat making everyone turn to us.

"Hi" I waved awkwardly, messing with my ring as I did,

All of the spectres struggled to stand up but managed it nonetheless. It was incredibly creepy, the emotionless masks staring straight at me, felt like their dull eyes were boring into my skull.

The purple masked one snapped his fingers and 4 more spectres appeared in the room. They were the ones I'd faced off against earlier. The male whose mask I'd broken walked over to the (You know it's really tiring not having names for these people) one in the middle. Mumblings were heard and when he turned back to face us his mask had been repaired, but I could feel his glare through the mask.

Our escort left our side and re-joined the other spectres, forming an arrowhead with Purple Mask on point, "Aiu Pumela?" he asked the woman,

She simply shook her head and took her place next to him, "Good" He spoke, this time in English, before turning back towards Tzackson and I, "Welcome to our home"

"Who are you?" I asked straight away, tired of the charades,

"That's complicated" he delayed.

I quickly surveyed the crowd before me, the weird thing was even though I was now on the same spatial plane as all of them, I still couldn't sense any life signs. But as I surveyed them, not counting the ones I'd met in the forest or Purple mask, I counted 3 females and 4 male,

"I'm clever" I countered, "I can work it out"

Purple mask, who I am now assuming is the leader, shook his head and approached slowly, making my fist clench around my ring, ready to summon a weapon if need be, "My name is Order" he introduced before turning to the one who had escorted us, "She is Moaka"

"Order?" I whispered to myself, "Where do I know that name"

What I didn't notice was Tzackson bowing before the man, "Get up, we don't do that here" he laughed as Tzackson slowly rose, "Especially not you"

"Why not?" I asked, now curious,

"Anyone related to Percy Jackson is more than welcome to stay here and will be treated well" He explained as if it were nothing,

But I froze. Tzackson tensed,

The raven black hair, the toned skin. But her eyes were all wrong. They were more like mine.

"I am an idiot" I cursed smashing my hand against my forehead, "How did I miss it all?"

"Niklaus..." She started to explain but I ignored it,

"Your name. I never bothered translating it because I didn't think it would be that obvious but your name!" I ranted, "Tzackson is Jackson in ancient Greek. Your knowledge of me and everything that's going on, your strength. How did I not realise Annabeth was pregnant though" I questioned, rambling on without stopping for breath, "I was with her for months I would have noticed!"

"That's because Annabeth isn't my mother" She tried to explain but I cut her off immediately,

I wagged my finger in her face, still in denial, "She has to be, he would never betray her. There's no way you could be his daughter and not Annabeth's"

"I never said she was his daughter Niklaus" Order corrected me making me freeze once more, "And I must apologise Miss Blofis I didn't realise your identity was a secret"

"Blofis as in..." I trailed off,

"As in Paul and Sally. My parents" She admitted finally meeting my eyes, "I'm not Percy's daughter you idiot. I'm his sister"

"My name Is Estelle Blofis"

A/N

Another twist I'd had in the bank since she was blessed at the end of LDOT.

I'm not sure whether I want to reveal the identity of the spectres yet or not. I could either do it in the next couple of chapters or later?

I guess we'll wait and see

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-HG