My wonderful readers, we've come a long way. We've seen a lot of things. This is the last and final book in this series. I hope that you would join me for another series involving how Poseidon met Sally Jackson. But for all those who will leave me after this book…I bid you farewell. And now, let's leave this angst and start! Oh, and for this chapter and ALL CHAPTERS TO FOLLOW, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. THE BELONG TO MR. RICK RIORDAN AND THE GREEKS (from their mythology) THANK YOU!

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Percy's Point of View:

Kronos wrapped a huge chain around the gods, holding them back around a pillar. I couldn't hold back my laughter as Aphrodite screamed something about her hair and cement. Ares was roaring curses in Persian, Asian, American, and well…every other language.

"Bad mouthed god," Kronos spit at Ares. The spit hit his head fair and square, like a target. Ares started to boil with rage, slowly turning a dangerous red.

Kronos smiled at me dangerously. My grandpa was WAY cool. I mean, he ate my annoying uncle, wrapped up my cousins (who were twice as annoying), and threw my friends in the underworld as a pretend quest! They'll be thanking me when they get out of the underworld, I'm sure.

Wait. But what about when I cut Annabeth on the beach? That wasn't part of the plan. Kronos told me they weren't going to be in any trouble…but I felt guilty. Now, something else I'd learned about my grandpa was this— he was super smart. I was going to go to the underworld and apologize, even help them with the pretend quest. But I had to get past good ol' grampy.

"Kronos?" I tapped his calf. (It was the only thing I could reach)

"Yes, my wonderful grandchild!" he gushed, eyelashes fluttering.

"Um…can I go down to the underworld? I need to tell Eris everything is ok up here," I said.

"But I can always send my wonderfully hypnotized Hermes," he pointed at the god, who was fluttering around aimlessly.

"Naw. I want to tell her," I persisted.

"Oooh…taken a liking to Eris, have we?" Kronos grinned.

"'Suppose so,"

Whatever to get him to let me go would be great.

"Fine. Be back in twenty minutes, or I will send something WORSE than a hypnotized Hermes," Kronos' voice turned cold.

"What's that?" I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering.

"A hypnotized Ares,"

In the corner of Olympia, Ares let out a shriek of hate.

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Thalia's Point of View:

We tumbled back into the gravitational darkness. I screamed loudly, drowning out every sound, until Luke stuck his hand over my mouth, trying to shut me up.

"Thalia!" Grover hissed. "QUIET!"

"We've got to find a way out without panicking," Annabeth was floating above me. Luke and Grover had a hold on the wall, which is what stopped us from floating to nowhere. Luke held my hand (and face for that matter) while Grover hung on to Annabeth.

"What have we done, guys?" I moaned miserably.

"I have no idea," Grover sighed sadly. "But it ain't good, I'll tell you that,"

"This is SO Percy's fault!" Annabeth's voice started breaking.

"Yeah. If your boyfriend hadn't made that compact with Kronos we'd be"-

"Shut up, Thalia!" Annabeth growled at me. "We'd be without Luke, ok? We'd of never known!"

"True," Luke noted quietly.

I sighed loudly, annoyed at our situation. We were so helpless…it was like…like…well…being helpless.

"Ok…" Luke took in a deep breath. "No immortal has ever gotten out. But…Mortals have never tried it,"

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked.

"I mean that whenever we try to approach it (us gods that is) a strong gust pulls us in. Maybe you'll have such little blood that it won't be detected!"

"No," Annabeth shook her head. "We're demigods, which is still gods' blood,"

I got an idea.

"Hey Grover, my furry friend," I smiled in the cavern.

"Y-yes?"

He was nervous, because he was sure I'd be thinking of something that involved him in some way.

"How would you like to test it?" I asked.

"B-but I'm"-

"A satyr!" Annabeth got my plan. "You have no god blood!"

"Well"-

"That's a good lead," Luke smiled.

"Fine," Grover replied sullenly. "I guess majority decides,"

We all had a light glow to our faces, hope in our eyes.

-X-

The underworld, of course, using the gods' way was easy to come to. Some swords slashed in the distance and bleating. At first I thought it was Grover, but I felt the presence too ancient to be my old furry buddy. It was Pan, I was positive. Something just gave me a feeling that it was him.

"OK, now off to find Thalia and Annabeth,"

I went in the direction of the sword clanging, following my ears. Soon, I came into a view where my mouth just plainly slacked. A woman with sparkling eyes and a white toga was quickly blocking every move of Eris. In a way, she looked like her exact twin, except calmer, happier…kinder. Eris was fighting with the face of a demon, her face illuminated magically.

"You'll never put that accursed thing on me!" Eris blocked the hit to her shoulder.

"Ha!" the woman laughed gently. "We'll see,"

The woman…and Eris…they looked connected. Hmmm. I stood their for a minute until Eris made a quick move.

"WATCH OUT HARMONIA!" a voice bleated. I looked past the two fighters and saw a satyr, with horns on his head and normal hands. He did have hooves though, which is natural.

So that was her. Harmonia, the opposite of Eris.

"Um…Eris?" I called.

Nobody looked at me, but I could feel the two woman study me from the corners of their eyes.

"What?" she barked at me, narrowly missing Harmonia's blow.

"Where's the gang?"

"Tartarus, Jackson! Tartarus!" she yelled as she dived for Harmonia's neck.

"Ok, thanks!" I smiled happily and started to whistle as I walked towards Tartarus.

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And that was the first chapter! Sorry it's so short and unexciting! Dx but please answer these questions for me in your reviews:

Did you like the idea of Kronos swallowing Zeus?

Should Percy snap out of his enchantment when he goes to Tartarus?

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