Percy Jackson - Godwyn the Golden

A massive multicolored beam split the clouds in the sky and collided with the ground. All the inhabitants of Vanaheim could see the Bifrost Bridge coming from Asgard!

Heimdall arrived in Vanaheim with an expression that was beyond grim. The enormous white tiger wearing golden armor beneath him let out a roar as the Einherjar positioned themselves in a battle formation.

The Watchman of Asgard couldn't believe that in less than a day, dozens of Einherjar bases had disappeared! This was no longer a trivial matter; it was a rebellion of the highest degree. Vanaheim wanted to escape the All-Father's control.

Wasn't Freya still in Asgard? How dare Njord try to rid himself of Odin's control!?

Heimdall didn't know, but he also didn't care. He only knew that there couldn't be a rebellion at such a delicate moment in the war. With Thor heading to the Front Line, the job of pacifying the rebellion fell to him.

Once news of the rebellion spread, Heimdall knew the other worlds would see it as weakness and also rebel, and when that happened, the Front Line would collapse without new soldiers to fight against the Greek Pantheon.

So, Heimdall, with fifty thousand Einherjar, arrived in Vanaheim with the intention of demanding an explanation from Njord, the King of Vanaheim and Leader of the Vanir Clan.

Suddenly, Heimdall's purple eyes looked to the west. He sensed that another Bifrost Lamp had been destroyed, meaning another base was gone.

"All of you, head towards the Nordic Sea Palace. I will kill the insect and bring its head to Njord; he will enjoy appreciating the head of his dead subordinate," Heimdall said to the fifty thousand Einherjar as he made the White Tiger head west. There was a cruel and sadistic smile on the lips of the God of Foresight.

The Einherjar dared not defy the orders of a High-Ranking God like Heimdall and accepted his commands without any hesitation.

"He's here." A whisper appeared in Godwyn's ear, but he didn't need to be warned; the arrival of the Bifrost could be seen even from where he currently was.

"Looks like he's arrived," Thalia commented, cutting off an Einherjar's head. The silver blood covered her figure, but she didn't seem bothered. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy experiencing this kind of thing.

"Yes," Godwyn nodded with a smile. He sat on the ground holding a sword he had stolen from the Einherjar and placed it across his knees, patiently waiting for the arrival of the God of Foresight and his old enemy.

Thalia sat beside Godwyn with a calm look as she recovered her stamina. Her hair was stuck to her face because of the blood, but instead of ruining her appearance, it only made her look more heroic, like a true goddess of war.

Ten minutes later, a familiar roar made Godwyn stand up while holding the sword in his hand. Suddenly, a huge white shadow appeared in his field of vision. It was a white tiger wearing golden armor; this tiger had enormous horns that looked especially frightening.

When Heimdall saw Godwyn, his first reaction was not shock and disbelief, but the purest feeling of pleasure that could exist. He licked his lips and smiled cruelly.

"Godwyn, Godwyn, my dear brother, I missed you so much. The news of your death shook me deeply. Everyone cried at your grave," Heimdall spoke with great enthusiasm, dismounting from the white tiger. He opened his arms with great exaggeration.

Godwyn's face became calm and expressionless; he just watched Heimdall's performance with a disinterested tone, as if he were looking at a clown.

This look truly and deeply irritated Heimdall; he hated that look. No matter how much he beat or forced Godwyn, the boy always looked at him with that gaze. He, who had always prided himself on his noble lineage and strength, always felt deeply annoyed by that look.

"I will gouge out your eyes and bring you alive for the All-Father to decide your miserable fate." Out of arrogance, contempt, and from his past fights with Godwyn, Heimdall did not call Odin's attention. He wanted to see the surprised expression on Odin's face when he came face to face with Godwyn again.

"You make it sound like you're going to leave this place," Godwyn said, approaching Heimdall with a calm and cold gaze. "This place is your grave, Heimdall."

Heimdall looked as if he had heard a very funny joke. "Then come and kill me." He opened his arms and spoke with a tone full of sarcasm and contempt for the little demigod before him.

A mortal had never killed a god, and Heimdall didn't believe that record would be broken by Godwyn, whom he had almost killed countless times.

Godwyn took a step forward and advanced. His figure was nothing more than a black blur to others, but before Heimdall, the God of Foresight and Prescience, he was no different than a turtle.

Heimdall dodged the blows from Godwyn's swords with a playful smile on his face as he talked nonstop.

"Well... I guess I should expect NOTHING less from half-breeds."

"Oooooooohhhhh Nnnnnnnnooooooooo! I'm just kidding."

Heimdall's words made no waves in Godwyn's heart; he just continued to attack while the enemy dodged as if walking in a garden.

Suddenly, golden lightning covered Godwyn's body, increasing his speed to the extreme. A golden blur tore through the air and went towards Heimdall's neck.

However, Heimdall himself had already appeared five meters away with the smile still on his lips. "Your incompetence haunts me," he said with a sarcastic tone, full of disdain for the fight that was happening at that moment.

Suddenly, a large amount of lightning descended from the sky and fell towards Heimdall. The Watchman of Asgard was surprised for a moment, but his movements were not slow, dodging the lightning, but one had still hit his shoulder, burning his luxurious clothes.

A look of fury appeared on Heimdall's face. "LUCK, that's all it is!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, as if he were afraid others wouldn't hear.

Heimdall's pinkish-purple eyes fell on the blonde-haired girl; the same lightning that hit him came from the girl. In his eyes, only Thor could have the Divine Position of Lightning and Thunder in the Norse Pantheon.

"I will kill you, Thor's bastard," he said as his sword shone with a dreamlike purple glow. In the same instant, the sword was driven into the ground.

Godwyn appeared beside Thalia and pulled her up, reaching an extremely high altitude, coldly observing the scene on the ground.

A purple and blue glow appeared from beneath the earth, and everything within a hundred-meter radius sank into a huge crater with Heimdall at the center.

"Oh, you dodged. Do you want me to applaud?" Heimdall didn't seem offended that they dodged his attack. Showing a malicious smile, he said, "But can you dodge again in the air?"

A purple and blue slash left Heimdall's sword and flew into the sky. The enormous energy slash covered a gigantic area of one kilometer, leaving no room for Thalia and Godwyn to dodge the attack.

Thalia stood in front of Godwyn and summoned her celestial bronze shield. When Heimdall's attack arrived, the Princess of Olympus let out a pained groan. The Celestial Bronze shield withstood the attack, but the same could not be said for her arm bone.

Thalia's arm had broken in two. If it weren't for her arm supporting the shield, Thalia's arm would not have just broken, but twisted and even been severed.

"Thank you, now leave it to me." Godwyn looked at Thalia with a gentle gaze and spoke with a determined tone. He summoned the Spear, Destined Death, and used, for the first time, the power of death within him.

A hundred-legged centipede appeared on the golden tip of the spear. The entire aura of the spear changed, becoming colder, more murderous, and deadly. Thalia just hugged Godwyn to gain some warmth from the terribly cold and deadly atmosphere around her.

Godwyn didn't throw the spear; he waited for Heimdall's attack to pass, and then he would throw it.

Heimdall watched with a smile as his gigantic attack submerged the two demigods, but his smile soon disappeared upon seeing the two figures huddled behind a shield.

Suddenly, he saw Godwyn separate from the other figure and finally saw the spear in the half-breed bastard's hand.

When Heimdall saw the spear, every part of his body screamed danger, his hairs stood on end, his mind screamed for him to flee that place, but his body wouldn't respond.

His pinkish-purple eyes were fixed on the spear in Godwyn's hands. With the Divine Positions of Foresight and Prescience, he saw his death. No matter how much he ran, no matter how much he defended himself, death would come for him, as if he were destined to be killed by the spear.

"Monster..." A murmur escaped Heimdall's lips. As he said it, the sharp, golden tip of the spear was already millimeters from his heart.

In the same instant, the spear pierced him from one side to the other, impaling Heimdall. A gigantic fissure kilometers long appeared behind Heimdall.

As blood trickled from the mouth of the God of Foresight, he widened his eyes and looked at the golden figure before him.

"I said I would kill you and this place would be your grave." Twisting the spear to cause Heimdall more pain, Godwyn grabbed Heimdall's hair and said in a cold, calm tone.

"What does it feel like to die by someone you consider inferior?" Godwyn asked, but he no longer expected an answer.

The reason for this was simple: black stripes covered Heimdall's body; the purple and pink glow in the God of Foresight's eyes had already vanished.

Godwyn withdrew the spear from Heimdall's chest and let the god's body fall to the ground. Then, under Thalia's shocked eyes, Godwyn fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

Godwyn felt every part of his body scream with exhaustion. Even his mind was confused and chaotic; the weight of using his two greatest weapons was a burden his small and insignificant mortal body could not bear.

Thalia's voice was the last thing Godwyn heard before losing consciousness.

"GODWYN!!!"

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I know, the fight was short, but Heimdall is one of the main gods of Norse mythology and a powerful one. Godwyn is just a demigod with a weapon of destruction.

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/GOTSW

Read my other books:

Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).

Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.