Theogony suggested that it would take nine days to fall into Tartarus. He was wrong, I knew from experience. That said, the fall did feel like an eternity. An eternity for me to suffer through the memories of the previous week once more.

"You stand trial before the will of the gods. You have been found guilty of treason and conspiring with Gaea. Your sentence is death."

The red-haired goddess raised a hand into the air.

"Any last words?"

One of the prisoners before her grasped at her feet. "Please! He didn't do anything, I swear! Please!"

The goddess ignored the woman's pleas. "Lies, even unto the end you lie. Why do you try to defend this pig" The goddess spat at the black-haired teen kneeling before her. Dismissing her pleas the goddess turned to her Lieutenant.

"Kill them."

Two huntresses stepped up next to the Lieutenant. The creak of bowstrings sent the woman into desperate sobs. The black haired teen beside her raised his head, eyes boring into the Moon Goddess. "It's okay mother. Shh," he rasped. His eyes never left the goddess before him as the hunters released their arrows. The last second before he expected the deadly impact of the arrow he flinched. He had tried to put on a brave face for his mother, but he had flinched.

But the arrow never hit him, he didn't feel the burning pain of the silver tearing into him. The arrow never landed. The boy opened his eyes to the amazement of a silver and black clad figure before him, a gleaming bronze sword in his hands and the two halves of an arrow at his feet.

Time slowed for the captive boy as his eyes fell upon his mother. Or, as the case was, his mother's corpse. He didn't have time to say anything to his savior, he just crawled to his mother and pulled her head into his lap. He clutched the arrow in her throat, trying to remove it from his mom. The foolish woman had died trying to protect him, why couldn't she just let him take the punishment. Now she was dead because of him!

He gave up and turned back to the goddess and his savior. The man stood with his sword at his side pointing at the floor.

"They deserve a trial," the man was saying in a tone that indicated he and the hunters had had this argument before.

The hunters who had been hiding in plain sight began to appear, hissing and throwing insults at the lone figure. Weapons began appearing in hands, but the lone figure stood tall in front of the mourning teen. His posture told them that he was not afraid, but wary...and possibly regretful.

Two hunters tried to snake around his flank, but he backed up to the fallen boy. He kept his body in between the boy and the hunters.

"Cease this at once, boy. We have our orders and which need I remind you are yours as long as you work with my hunt." The Goddess said, exasperated. She too had had this conversation many times.

But the figure did not back down. "Aye, My Lady. But they still deserve trials. What if his mother's story is true, and he really did nothing. What then?"

"He's a boy, of course he's done something." The goddess dismissed. "Even you have innocent blood on your hands, Perseus Jackson."

The figure bristled with an unknown emotion. When he spoke again, his tone was deadly and quiet. "She told me to do it. You know that!" Restraining himself from rebuking with a curse or two. "It was the only way." He said in a near growl. The second the goddess had spoken those words, the man's demeanor had changed. Gone was the relaxed but determined attitude, replaced with a serious, subtle anger.

The goddess' eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly. "Perseus-" she started. "We know, Thalia confirms what you said, but these traitors-" she flicked her hand to the mourning child and the corpse of his mother. "They are not innocent."

"We've captured them. Leave Athena and the other Olympians to decide their fates. We have others to track." He said, the anger beginning to leave his voice. He seemed satisfied with the goddess' words. It was as close to an apology as he would get.

"Fine!" The goddess said, clearly exasperated. "Thalia and Phoebe restrain the boy and we shall bring him before the council and leave them to determine his fate." She turned away. "Perseus come with me, I need you to contact the son of Hades to find out where he is."

Percy nodded and his sword shrunk back into a pen and he started to follow the goddess as the two huntresses past him.

"Probably in league with them," Phoebe spat as she walked by. "Wants to protect his friends."

"Yes Phoebe, you're totally right. I've been working with Gaea all along. You got me," he chuckled. Dismissing the fuming huntress he began to follow Artemis.

He had made it naught five steps when a scream sounded behind him. He spun around, Riptide appearing in his hands.

For a second he couldn't comprehend the scene before him. Thalia lay on the ground, hand clutched to her throat as blood began to pool beneath her. Phoebe was collapsed on her side, a dagger sticking out if her stomach. The boy who has been sitting with his mother's head in her lap was crouching with a bloody dagger in one hand, the other stained up to the elbow in blood.

The boy had managed to attack both the surprised hunters, and was preparing to run away.

Roaring in rage Percy dashed forwards, Riptide sweeping the dagger from the boy's hand. His shoulder connected with the teen's head, slamming him back into the ground. Percy's sword swept up again and a vertical slash appeared on the boys chest. He drew back his sword and with a roar slammed it forward into the boys face. He left his sword in the corpse and turned to see a look of grief and rage on the Goddess of the Hunt's face. They both flew to Thalia's side, sending up prayers to Apollo to save her.

In a bright flash, the gods of Olympus appeared. Followed by a boy stumbling out of the shadows and collapsing at Thalia's side.

Apollo rushed forwards, but Nico let out a wail. He started crying, tears streaming down his face. The gods stood in a half circle, examining the scene before them.

Zeus' eyes turned the color of the worst thunderstorm and he raised a hand. Pointing at Percy. "Ares, Hephaestus, Take Percy Jackson into custody. It appears that Athena's suspicions were correct."

Percy looked up at them, he started to say something, but the two gods flew into him, slamming him into the ground. Ares kicked him in the face as Hephaestus pulled his arms behind his back. "Wha-" Percy started to say before Ares kicked him again and he blacked out.

Chains rattled and a few of the gods winced at the state of the Savior of Olympus. He struggled to stand, but the chains pressured his joints, keeping him laying on the floor.

"What is the meaning of this!" he demanded, shuffling to his knees. All around him the Olympians displayed a myriad of emotions, predominantly anger.

Poseidon looked down at his chained son. "Several accusations have been brought before the Council. You-" he paused as if he couldn't bring himself to say the words. "You are being tried for treason against the gods and consorting with Gaea."

The son of Poseidon looked at his father and the gods with confusion. That confusion rapidly turned to annoyance. And then the son of Poseidon, as is his nature, did the one thing that no one except the fates could have expected.

He began to laugh.

Athena bristled in rage. This wasn't supposed to be how it went. He was supposed to get furious and attack them with words. He was supposed to betray himself and then give Zeus a reason to cast him into Tartarus, but he was laughing? Actually, this would work for her.

"You see father. He's laughing about your loss, he helped that vile child murder Thalia and now the Bastard has the nerve to laugh about it!" She spat out.

That sobered him up real quick and he realized that this wasn't some sick joke that the gods were playing on him, they were serious. They actually believed these outrageous accusations from Athena.

If looks could kill, the look that Zeus was giving Percy would have sent him to Tartarus right here and now.

"BE SILENT BOY!" Zeus roared even though Percy had stopped laughing moments beforehand. After a short struggle Zeus was able to regain some composure to his face. "Weeks ago Athena brought these accusations to me. And though I never wanted to consider it, I didn't think you capable of betraying us, Son of Poseidon or not. So instead of acting on her word, I began my own investigation. I had you monitored," he said waving a hand at Artemis. "I began gathering testimonies from those who had been around you."

He pointed a finger at the middle of the room and an iris like message appeared. Before us all sat Piper and Athena.

"Alright dear, please tell me one more time what happened during the last rush to attack Gaea." Piper stiffened and Athena laid a hand on hers. "It's ok child. It's over."

Piper started shaking. "Alight…" she said in a small voice.

"We were fighting Porphyrion. Jason and I had fallen back from his onslaught, but Jason tripped. He must have broken his ankle or something because he couldn't get up. I'd tried to stay with him, but Percy shoved me out of the way and ran at the giant. He threw his sword to get its attention and then scooped up Jason's javelin. He stood in front of Jason and faced the Bane of Zeus on his own. We had no idea where Zeus was at the time, we couldn't have known that he was assisting you Athena and I don't hold it against him" she said. "It wasn't his fault."

She seemed to take a moment to recollect herself. "So Percy charged the giant and stuck him with the Javelin, but Porphyrion just shrugged off the blow and went to smash him. But Percy said something up to the Giant and it hesitated. It seemed to consider his words for a moment, and before I could hear the giant's reply I had to kill an earthborne that was trying to get at Jason. When I looked back, Percy was standing on the giant's fallen form and had stabbed the Javelin into its throat like a flagpole." She paused for a moment and then shook her head. "And that was when Zeus' bolt fell from the sky and struck Porphyrion. The giant was dead, and Percy was running over to help me and Jason. Or at least at the time I thought he was, but he was maybe five steps away when he suddenly dodged out of the way. Porphyrion hadn't been dead, he had just been dying and with his dying breath he hurled Jason's weapon at Percy's back. But he dodged out of the way and-" she broke off, unable to continue as she started crying again. "And the javelin," she said between sobs. "It flew into Jason's body and. and.. he died in my arms," she said before falling into another round of body wracking sobs.

After a few moments she looked up again and anger had replaced the sadness in her gaze. "There is no way that he could have dodged that throw!" She said with venom in her voice.

"No way unless he knew it was coming?" Athena prompted.

"Yes. I don't know why he did it, but he killed my Jason!" she spat.

The screen changed before Percy could even raise his voice to defend himself. Leo was sitting up in a hospital bed at Camp Half Blood. "And then he like threw his sword right into an Empousa. He fought like a badass all the way to Mimas and he shouted something at him. I was too far away-I got thrown thirty feet and lived you know-" he said puffing out his chest.

"Yes yes, what happened next" Athena asked off the screen.

"So yeah, and he marched up to Mimas and shouted something at him, and the giant like laughed and kneeled down next to him and said something else."

"And you couldn't hear what he said?" Athena asked?

"Well I heard him say that he would let the giant walk, but I didn't hear the rest of it." Leo said a confused look taking his face. "Why do you want to know?"

"Continue your story, please." Athena said.

"And then like Percy lunged at the giant and he got batted away. And Mimas turned on Nyssa and smacked her into the ground and thats when I was like "FLAME ON!" and flew at Mimas and smashed into his face. And then my Dad was like "SMASH!" and he brought his hammer down on the giant's head. IT WAS AWESOME!"

"That doesn't-" Percy started, but Poseidon slammed his trident into the ground. "These are serious accusations child, and I would advise you not to speak until asked."

Percy stared at his father in surprise and opened his mouth to say something but shut it again, betrayal clear in his eyes.

Everyone's eyes returned to the screen as it changed once more. Sitting in a chair in Elysium was Malcolm. Percy struggled at his bonds at seeing Annabeth's traitorous bastard of a brother.

Athena waved a hand and the image froze. "Have something to say boy?" she asked Percy, her eyes shining in victory.

"What is that-" he growled "Scum doing in Elysium. That traitor deserves the fields."

"Traitor?" Athena asked in pseudo surprise. "That's funny. Because that's how he describes you." She waved her hand and the images began playing again.

"Tell me Malcolm, what happened after the walls went up; blocking the gods out?"

"You won't like the answer, Mom" Malcolm said. His lips a grim line.

Athena just rolled a hand and Malcolm began speaking.

"I was laying on the ground from where Enceladus had thrown me, my leg was broken" he said, pointing at his left leg. "So when Percy and Annabeth stepped over the fallen form of Enceladus and Gaea rose the wall of earth, I was still on that side." He paused, his face screwed up as if he was remembering a bad memory which Percy guessed, he was. But not the memory he would tell about.

-Percy's Memories-

We had approached the waking goddess together, expecting the others to follow behind them, but Gaea's eyes had flown open. She had been awake the entire battle and was just waiting to separate us from the others.

An oath to keep with a final breath. I shook my head, trying to get those cursed words out of my mind.

Annabeth and I had moved together as Gaea approached us. She had barely made it a few steps when the earth behind us opened and Malcolm stood up, dagger in hand. Neither of us could react in time before the dagger was imbedded in Annabeth's gut.

I won't pretend, I had been furious. Her own brother had betrayed us. Not even seconds had passed before his head lay on the ground. He had deserved it. Here we were, alone facing a Primordial and this piece of trash had attacked us from behind.

Gaea had laughed. She had laughed as Annabeth lay bleeding on the ground. She hadn't realized what her actions would cost her in the long run.

To Storm or Fire the world must fall.

At the time I hadn't even thought of the words to the Prophecy. Hades, I hadn't even been thinking about Gaea. All that was going on in my world was Annabeth before me. If there was one thing that Malcolm and Annabeth had in common besides their mother and intelligence, it was their ability to use a dagger. There was nothing I could do for Annabeth, the dagger had sliced clean through her guts and one of her kidneys. There was nothing that I could do and I think that's what started the storm.

The prophecy was wrong, the world didnt fall to storm. My world fell to the storm, but not the real world, anger took me as Annabeth had lay dying and since I couldn't take it out on Malcolm, it was directed at Gaea. And it was useless, for all the power that I had she was a primordial. She had laughed as my power had struck her again and again. I had tried to attack her with Riptide, but she had shrugged off the hardest of my strikes. There was nothing to do.

When I began to wind down, she smacked me. She didn't hit me or smash me, she just smacked me. And I had gone flying, right next to Annabeth where she lay dying. I'd tried to apologize to her, but she'd just kissed me and turned to Gaea. I couldn't hear what they'd said to each other, but the next thing I remember was Annabeth embracing Gaea as they'd fallen into earth together. As they'd fallen, Gaea promised that my world would never be the same.

An oath to keep with a final breath.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Percy?" Poseidon asked. Percy raised his head to face his father. He didn't answer, it was clear to him now. Zeus, Athena, the gods, they all feared him. Nothing that he said would change that. Even if he cleared his name this once, all it would take was another mistake for Athena to jump on.

"I killed him."

"Son, it's-" Poseidon froze. "YOU WHAT!" The god of the sea exploded. His eyes became hard and cold and he tried to speak again, but his voice broke. "Son, I...No, no son of mine would ever betray the gods. No son of mine would ever kill an innocent. You….You are no son of mine." The god spat. He raised a hand and spoke a few words in a language so ancient that it hurt Percy's ears to hear.

Percy writhed in his chains as Poseidon continued to speak. Something deep inside of him started to push against his ribs. It felt like his heart was being forcibly ripped from his chest.

His head flew back and a scream exploded from his throat. The pressure intensified tenfold and Percy's body began to spasm in agony. The gods all watched in rapt attention, even the most hardened amongst them cringed, this was the first time in several millennium that a god had disowned one of their children with the curse of Ragnor. Percy's body twitched as an ethereal trident began to emerge from his chest. Poseidon's chant grew deeper and the trident tore itself all the way from Percy's chest before flying into the sea god's hands.

Percy's body stopped spasming and he raised his head to look into the cold eyes of the God of the Sea. Poseidon grasped the ethereal symbol and rose. The god's expression never changed as he broke the symbol over a giant knee. As Percy fell to his knees Anaklusmos flew from his pocket and landed in the gods hands.

All the surrounding gods winced as the once son of Poseidon's power over his father's realm was destroyed. Percy visibly deflated before the gods and Athena smiled. He looked into the cold face of his once father and turned away. He faced Athena and then Zeus in turn. He didn't say anything to either of them. He turned to Hestia, and her face hurt more than his fathers. She looked at him with pity and disappointment. She looked as if he had failed her and yet she was ready to forgive him. Forgive him for something he never did. She believed the stories. She believed everything that Athena had constructed. Just as his father had. Just like the others would.

Zeus raised himself from his throne. "Perseus Jackson, You stand before us accused of treason against the gods, the murder of innocents, and consorting with the goddess Gaea. How do you plead?"

"I don't." Percy said, his gaze never leaving the King of the God's. "I chose not to plea and instead leave my fate up to the gods. I trust you all to make the correct decision." he said, sarcasm laced in his tone.

Zeus seemed taken aback for a moment before his face turned to glee. He wouldn't have to start a war to destroy this demigod. His brother had disowned him and any right that he had to defend him. The boy was giving the council freedom to decide his fate. This day couldn't get any better for the King of the Gods.

"We shall put the fate of this, boy, up to a Council vote. All in favor of sentencing him to Tartarus. Allowing the monsters and the Lord of the Pit decide his fate."

Eleven of the Council's hands rose into the air, unsurprisingly.

"Those opposed?"

Three hands rose into the air. Hestia and Hades were unsurprising. Percy expected them. He had returned their council seats to them and he had always been there for Hade's children. This was Hestia's way of forgiving him for the wrongs that she thought he had committed. A useless gesture, but a kindness in her mind none the less.

What did surprise Percy was Hera's hand. He thought that she hated all demigods, but here she was voting against his execution. But he didn't have time to think about what it meant because Zeus was talking again.

"Perseus Jackson, the Council has decided your fate. For your crimes against the gods you are hereby sentenced to Tartarus. May the Lord of the Pit make you pay for your crimes. Have you any last words?" the king of the gods asked.

Percy looked out at the faces before him. Gods that he had considered his friends had just voted to see him murdered based on lies and expertly twisted facts. Those who had voted for him to live still thought that he had committed said crimes. He had nothing kind to say to any of the gods here.

Percy raised his head and addressed the gods seated before him. "I did not do the things you have said I have. Your pride and arrogance has blinded you to the lies set before you by Athena. You fear that I would betray you when my fatal flaw is loyalty. My own father," he stopped to sneer at the god of the sea, "disowned me based on the words of others. I-" his voice broke. "I don't know what to say except I did not betray you."

Zeus sneered and pointed his master bolt at Percy's chest. With a shout, power flew from the master bolt and slammed into his chest. Percy writhed in pain as his skin burned and flaked away, leaving an exact replica of his body beneath it. Almost like a snake shedding his skin.

"You shall forever be immortal, experiencing the pains of Tartarus forever, traitor!" Zeus spat as the pit opened before him. Athena got off her throne and unshackled him. "You're the reason that my daughter is dead," she spat. Picking him up by the throat she hurled him into the pit.

Percy watched as he fell down into the pit. He watched until the light faded above and the gods sealed the entrance.

For the first several hours I fell, I wept. You may call me weak, but everything I had was just torn away from me. I was betrayed by all those I cared for, inadvertently or not. So yes, I cried. After a while though, my brain began to shut down, the sadness left and fear took its place. I was returning to Tartarus...the horrible place it was, but this time there would be no escape. Nyx and Tartarus and the Titans and any number of monsters were going to have free range on me. I was about to enter hell itself. And that leaves us here, me falling to eternal pain.

I snapped out of it as I began to slow down. I was reaching the bottom I realized, I was coming to the end and the beginning of pain forever. I closed my eyes and swore not let them take me easily. Weapon or no, I would go down fighting.

I landed on my feet and looked around me. I saw the blow coming too late. A club took me on the head and I fell to my knees. Blows rained down on me, feral grunts escaping my attacker.

"STOP!" A voice roared.

"But-" a low growling voice started.

"I said stop," the voice said again and my attacker drew back.

I knew that voice, but I refused to look up. I wouldn't accept that I had fallen into the hands of the one person that scared me the most.

"Well, hello Grandson, it looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together."

I looked up in horror. I looked up into the face of someone who shouldn't even be able to form a consciousness, let alone a body. I looked up into the face of Kronos.

AN: So I just wanted to write this story. I have to discuss things with my Beta to see if he's willing to Beta this story too. Otherwise it will be unchecked.

AN: Update, Beta is onboard with the project so it looks like there won't be so many spelling or grammatical errors.