Prolouge
Percy felt nothing. He hadn't felt anything for a month. The month when his camp voted him to leave for good. The month he spent alone and empty. The month where he would swear his revenge, not to the camp, but to the gods except for his father. The only way to do that would be to destroy their country. He HAD learned something. The first Civil War gave him… ideas.
"Percy," Someone said behind him.
"Die," he said simply to the Centaur, Chiron, behind him.
He unsheathed Riptide and slashed through the Iris Message. Then, ignoring what happened, he continued walking.
There WERE thoughts still etched in his memory besides revenge. Annabeth staying in Tartarus to close the doors while Frank Zhang dragged Percy out. Athena siding with him. His mom and step-dad moving to Hawaii and leaving him alone. It seemed EVERYONE had left him alone. He felt heartache and pain deep within himself brewing, but there was a strange hope that there WAS someone else… he just couldn't place the name.
"No more dwelling," Percy said aloud. He then decided what better way to destroy the country than from the center?
It would take a lot of hitchhiking and walking. But he would get there before the year was out. He would bide his time until he could make straits in the U.S. dire.
How? A new Civil War? Actually, that was a good idea…
He smiled he had his plan, he had his motive, he had his location. He just needed an army to help him… now where would he get abandoned demigods?