AN: I feel like this aspect should've been explored in the books much more and uh yeah. There's probably thousands of others like this but this one is mine! Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO

I'd been thinking over it for a while now. What was that feeling I felt down in Tartarus, control perhaps? No it was something far greater. It was Power. That was what I had felt down in Tartarus. Complete and total power over Akhlys and her poisons. The way I had made a Protogenoi run in fear made me realize something. I possessed such immense power. Power that I can use to protect my friends and family. Power that I can use to make all the deaths he caused mean something. Power strong enough to protect Annabeth.

But in order to do any of that I needed to learn to control it, and to even attempt to do this I needed to something to test on. What was closest and had water in it yet wasn't water, I wondered thinking about before remembering that blood had water in it. One of the weird facts that being in a relationship with Annabeth had forced me to remember. I looked around the interior of the cabin that I resided in for something sharp enough to pierce the skin and draw blood. My eyes settled on the Minotaur Horn and I remembered it piercing the Minotaur. Surely it was sharp enough to pierce my skin.

I reached up the shelf and grabbed it. Blowing off the dust that lay on it. I readied the horn above my left hand and slit across the skin on my palm. Blood started coming out of the small wound and I put the horn into the closest fountain, looking at the blood.

I stared at the blood and started imagining it slowly forming a puddle on my hand instead of running down my arm. Nothing happened, I concentrated harder and still nothing happened. I tried and tried before almost giving up on the idea. Perhaps it only worked in Tartarus, considering that place's weird natural laws it kind've made sense.

I tried to recollect the memory of me controlling the poison. I was angry, enraged even. I tried to recreate those feelings, thinking about the deaths I had failed to prevent, things like both of the Camp's being razed to the ground, and than suddenly it happened. It felt exactly like it did in Tartarus, a glass ball inside me shattering into shards. Only this time it didn't stop and begin to smooth. This time I wanted it to happen.

It started slow at first, almost excruciatingly slow, but the blood on my hand and going down my arm was turning into a puddle. The blood once previously rapidly racing down my arm was going up towards my hand.

My eyes widened at the sight and I had to blink several times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. I wasn't, the blood had pooled into a puddle in my hand and I stared. I looked at it and made it split, go onto my fingers. It covered my fingers and I was about to continue experimenting when I heard the breakfast horn. I shoved my hand in the fountain and the slit on my hand healed.

I opened the door of my Cabin ready to face the day.

-I'm Bob-(-.-)-Your Line-break

Dinner had been finished and I was anxious to continue experimenting with my, what should I call this power? Blood Control? Good enough. I grabbed the Minotaur horn and walked over to one of the many fountains lying in the cabin. I was about slit open my palm when my cabin door was knocked on. I put the horn down and opened the cabin door to reveal Travis Stoll who was currently holding a duffle bag full of which I could assume we're supplies for one of his schemes. Either that or it was full of stuff that was gonna ruin my day.

"Hey Percy you mind watching these for a day or two? You don't that's great, gotta go bye!" Travis quickly blurted out shoving the bag into my arms. "Wha-" I began to ask before I was cut off by the door slamming shut. That was a bit rude and I than realized who had given me the bag and dropped it while backing away. After a minute or two of it not exploding or hearing anything I kicked under one of the spare beds that littered the cabin.

I grabbed the horn again and placed it above the palm I had previously used. I slit open in almost the same exact place and blood squirted out. I concentrated thinking all kind've thoughts that made me angry. Kronos almost killing me and my friends multiple times and killing so many demigods, Gaea doing pretty much the exact same thing and Tartarus, which had trapped me and Annabeth down there.

The blood that was going everywhere condensed into a small pool of blood on my hand. I figured this is just like my water powers so I ordered it to condense into a sphere above my hand. It the blood started to levitate but it was actually very draining. So draining in fact that my bones became like jello and my face fell into the water.

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