A/N: Hey guys this is just a one-shot Perlia, in which Thalia saves Percy from insanity after Tartaraus. Please tell me if you want me to continue, I would do it happily.

Disclaimer: I'm a Black and Latino 15 year-old who writes online.

Percy's POV

'Darkness

Darkness

Darkness' this was all Perseus could think as he wandered the fragmented landscape that was his mindscape. He had aimlessly shambled around his mind for a year, unable to escape his prison.

What could cause the great hero of Olympus to be a stuck in his own mindscape? He went to Tartaraus. Simple as that, he went to the very place that gods and titans fear the most, the only place that could contain his grandfather Kronos. He had seen things… so many things, his eyes were clear to the heavy mist that could even sway the mind of some minor gods. He could see the tortured souls enduring the punishments they had earned in their time amongst the living. Annabeth, apparently, was not able to see through the strong enchantments, He watched, as she died a horrible death by flames and Cyclopes, he was unable to help.

'Useless, you were useless to save me, Seaweed brain. Why didn't you save me? Didn't you love me?

Why?

Why?

Why?' "Why?" was the question he had constantly asked himself as the ghost of his blonde-haired beauty haunted him. Why had he been so powerless? Why could HE see through the veil of mist, while she could not? Why did it have to be her? Why not him? Was she really haunting him, or was it his sense of loyalty and his hero complex getting to him?

The only time he managed to find the door that eventually led to the real world was when he heard her calling. "Her" was a certain daughter of Zeus, at first he wasn't too keen on leaving the safety of his prison, the one he had grown so used to…so comfortable. He was safe there, tormented…yes, but safe nonetheless. But, he always found that he was happy with his saving Grace. He walked around the mindscape still twisted and fragmented, but with a sense of reality as well. All of his friends were there, but they were…different, they were all to fake. Thalia was too sweet, Connor and Travis hated pranks, and Clarisse was in love with him. Annabeth was there too, her skin was charred and the flesh was ripped off of her left arm and her right leg, bit marks obvious on the bare bones. That always made him break down, but every time he broke down Thalia would bring him back to the real world. When they talked in the reality he learned that they burned Annabeth's shroud and Dionysus was visiting every day and working on his shattered Psyche. Apparently they were making leaps and bounds restoring his mind, within a year or two… not a long time considering he didn't have to go through a lifetime of torture. Always in his more lucid moments did he actually realize the severity of his condition, his body was thin and frail, his eyes sunken in and missing it's characteristic mirth, and his hair was like blackened straw. All in all, he looked like death warmed over, like a corpse after years in a casket, and he acknowledged this fact with a somber smile and was quick to joke about his appearance to his apparent love interest. He had no idea that the daughter of Zeus had quit the hunt to look after him, and spent every waking our tending to his catatonic body.

"Cold so cold

Why so cold?

Cold cold cold!

So lonely and cold." Perseus thought as he walked around the barren landscape.

At least now there was some semblance of reality, it was no longer a disturbing alternate world. Now, the world was a dessert, he was slowly returning to the realm of reality.

"Didn't you love me?

Why Thalia, why not me?

She was a hunter, she will go back!

Come to me, we will be happy together.' The pale visage of Annabeth's ghost whispered into his ear, he looked down and saw her dagger. The message was clear, kill yourself and we will be together again.

After minutes of thinking, pondering and going over his options, he looked up at the spectre.

"NO! The Annabeth I knew would never tell me to kill myself, you are NOT real. Leave me NOW!" Percy yelled, tears threatening to spill over.

'Fine, seaweed brain.

I will leave you, but your madness will not end there.

You will be tortured, until you can't tell mindscape from reality.

Love you.' The figment of Percy's imagination stated in a sickly sweet tone as she disappeared.

Percy's eyes opened to see his raven-haired hunter, shaking him and screaming his name.

"Hey sparky." He murmured, his lips chapped and his mouth dry. Tears of joy streamed from both raven-haired teens' eyes. The daughter of Zeus pulled the frail boy into a bone-crushing hug that would rival that of Tyson's hugs.

Percy pulled back and tried to stand; with the aid of Thalia he managed to gat on his two wobbly legs and walk out of the big house. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the sudden harshness of the outside; several people looked to see the leader of CHB walk out of the big house, cheering after seeing their comatose leader.

"Attention half-bloods, I have awoken from my coma. I will bring forth a new age in Camp Half-Blood! I will lead us to prosperity, no longer will I sit by and allow demigods to go unnoticed by their parents. You shall be trained properly and we will have a strict regiment. After the losses at the battle of the Doors of Death, we need to refill our ranks. I am assuming control, and I think Chiron will agree to the terms. I am not going to be a dictator, but I WILL whip you ALL into shape!" Perseus announced, he looked to Chiron for confirmation that he would allow such a thing, to which the old centaur nodded. The campers began to cheer, there was a lack of residents in camp after the Giant war, he needed to refill their ranks and quickly, just in case.

A/N: Soooooooooooooo whatcha guys/gals think? Please review what you think about it. Do you want me to continue this? Or do you want me to leave this as a one-shot

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