A/N: Fifth fic, I guess, although one is only a chapter long. Anyways, here's the story!

4/2/2014 Edit: Okay, this is a really short chapter. I'm going to try to get them to be from 5 to 7 K words. I'll also try to update every three days or so, every other week. The week that I'm not updating this story, I'm writing The Golden-Eyed Swordsman.

Disclaimer: This'll have to do for the story, 'cause I'm tired putting these in: I don't own rights to PJO, HOO, KC, or DF. They belong to Rick Riordan and possibly whoever's making the movies.

Thoughts are italic, and emphasized words are as well. If a word is a thought and emphasized, it's normal text.

Prologue- Death

Time: About three months after BOO, no major events happened. Leo's still "dead". Jason's Praetor, along with Reyna. Frank and Hazel are the two Centurions of the Fifth Cohort, Dakota's retired and living in New Rome. Octavian's presumed dead, but is he? Oh, and Pheobe's alive.

Percy's POV

Normal day in Camp Half-Blood. I sucked at Archery as usual, pwned a few people in Swordsmanship, as usual, and now was frantically cleaning up my cabin for inspection, as usual.

I shoved my dirty clothes under me bed, straightened up the plants Tyson had brought in last time he visited, and hung my armor on the stand. As soon as I did, someone knocked. Drew was the one inspecting the cabins, mostly 'cause Piper thought she could use the extra work.

"Come in!" I called.

Drew sauntered in, disinterestedly glancing around the cabin, "Two out of five."

"Come on, it can't be that bad!" I protested. As a cabin of one, I really didn't want to do the extra chores.

Drew smiled icily, and her voice changed, "Two. And you, Perseus Jackson, are responsible for the explosion that's going to happen in, oh, fifteen minutes. You did it 'cause you're a cold son-of-a-bitch who didn't want to split being a leader with Annabeth, so you decided to kill her. You're gonna admit it all, and not say anything about me. That alright with you, hon?"

I was frozen in place, her charmspeak washing over me.

"Good." Drew patted me on the cheek, "I knew we could see eye-to-eye on this, sweetie. Have a good life. Oh, and don't warn anyone. In fact, it would be best if you just stayed right here in your cabin."

With that, Drew strode out the door, and left me standing there, shocked. Explosion? What? Who?

I tried to run out of the cabin, but my legs wouldn't let me. I was stuck here. When I tried to Iris-Message Chiron, I couldn't say anything. All I could do is watch the clock, counting the minutes. It was 3:05, and four minutes left. 3:06. . . 3:07. . . 3:08. . . 3:09.

I waited, my breath tense. Ten seconds passed. Fifteen. Twenty. Maybe she's lying. Maybe there isn't-

Boom! A massive explosion rippled through the camp. The Athena Cabin simply vanished, replaced by a crater and wreckage of a building. Debris flew everywhere, peppering the grass and setting it on fire.. As fate would have it, a Camp Half-Blood necklace hit my window, falling to the sill. It had the same number of beads as Annabeth's. But it could be her. It just couldn't.

Would the Fates be that cruel?

Percy's POV

"Percy! Get out here!" Clarisse called. After the explosion, everyone raced to the ruins of the Athena Cabin. But not me. I was stuck in my cabin.

"Go away!" I yelled back. Just leave me alone so I can kill myself.

"If you don't come out here in five seconds, I'm breaking this door down." shouted Clarisse.

When I didn't reply, her boot shattered the door, and she slammed the remainder of it open.

When she saw me, her face lit up with anger. "You're coming with me."

I didn't even try to fight her, just letting myself be dragged to the Big House.

"I do not believe Perseus would have done such a deplorable act!" Chiron was arguing intensely with Mr. D, "His fatal flaw is loyalty!"

"Zeus's orders." Mr, D spat, "I'm to take the sea spawn up to Olympus."

Chiron looked defeated, and turned to me, "My boy, do not be afraid. We can prove your innocence."

I nodded back to him, tears filling my eyes. I am innocent. I'll prove it. And I'll find some way to avenge Annabeth. Oh, gods, why did you have to die?

Mr. D grabbed me by the arm, and flashed us both into the throne room of the gods, where Poseidon and Zeus were arguing even more heatedly then Chiron and Mr. D.

"The evidence clearly shows that your son has murdered nineteen of Athena's children." Zeus growled.

Aphrodite also looked stricken, "And my daughter!"

"My son did no such thing!" Poseidon shouted back, the air around him glowing blue, mixed with sea green.

Mr. D cleared his throat loudly, then sat in his own throne.

"Perseus Jackson, spawn of Poseidon." Zeus intoned loudly, "We have reason to believe you have set explosives in the cabin of Athena. What do you say in your defense?"

"I say," I hesitated, and my mouth took of on its own, "that I set and detonated the explosives myself, 'cause I'm a cold son-of-a-bitch who wanted more power. You want to kill me? Go ahead. Camp Half-Blood is ruled by the weak. I could do so much better then Annabeth, if you all weren't afraid of us. It looks like you morons can't accept that, though."

The gods gasped, and Athena spoke, outraged, "You admit to killing my sons and daughters?"

There was no mistaking the danger in her voice, but I sneered, "Your sons and daughters are weak and foolish. They deserved to die."

"We must kill him!" Athena was outraged.

"Dike?" Zeus looked at another god in the hall, "Is he guilty?"

Dike, the goddess of judgment, nodded, "He is guilty."

"Put it to a vote." Zeus said, "Who is in favor of sending this boy to the Underworld?"

Zeus raised his hand, along with Hera, Athena, and the rest of the Olympians. All except for Poseidon.

With that, Zeus raised his javelin and plunged it through my chest. The world, needless to say, spun and faded to black.

Then I was just inside probably one of my least favorite places in the world: DOA Recording Studios.

"Why, hello. Do 'ya have a fare?" Charon asked me.

I rifled through my pockets until I found one of the drachmas I always kept on me, in case I needed to Iris-Message someone.

"Here." I said, placing it in his palm.

"You're just in time. Next ferry leaves in," He checked the expensive watch he wore, "One minute."

I sat down, and a minute later, Charon called out, "All damned souls who've paid the fare, get in the elevator."

I walked into the elevator, along with plenty of other people. Among them, I saw Annabeth.

"Seaweed Brain? What're you doing here?" Annabeth was shocked, "Were you caught in the blast, too?"

"Drew charmspoke me into saying I set the explosion. The gods executed me, but I'm innocent." I replied, shocked as well at seeing her, "I'll get into Elysium with you. Together."

We held hands when the elevator turned into the barge, and all the way up to the pavilion where the judges waited. Annabeth went in first, and about fifteen minutes, came out the other side, into Elysium.

I walked up, and passed through the gates into the pavilion that Annabeth had just left. Three robed figures in golden masks looked at me, their gaze seeming to pierce my soul and wrap around it.

"Thwarted Kronos. Saved Olympus." The first ghost said. I knew one of them was Minos, but I didn't know who the other ones were.

"Was instrumental in the fall of Gaea." The second ghost continued.

The third judge hissed, "But what is this? Found guilty by the gods of killing twenty demigods."

"He never performed that act." argued the first judge. "Aedikea, the goddess of misjudgment, ruled in that act."

"An innocent, wrongly accused and put to death." Judge Number Two looked sideways, at the last judge, "He fits the requirements."

"Indeed." the third judge turned to look at me, "It is decided."

"What's decided?" I asked, completely confused.

"We will restore you to life, and in return, you will be our. . . agent." The first judge intoned, "You will exact justice upon those who need it."

"You can kill Drew, avenge your lover." The third judge hissed again, and rage filled my body.

"I'll be your. . . whatever. What do I do?" I spoke, my voice cold.

"Step forward." All three judges spoke as one. My legs moved of their violation, making me kneel before them.

A ghostly pair of hands touch my temples, "I fill you with the combat of the ages. You know all."

My head swelled with fighting techniques and strategies, until it felt like it was going to burst. Another pair of hands clamped onto my skull, "I fill you with the strategies of the ages. You know all."

More knowledge and images, of armies racing across battlefields, of bloody slaughters, until the third pair of hands latched onto my head, "I fill you with the power of the ages. You know all."

With that, the space around me started growing darker, as I suddenly could control the shadows.

"You are know the Proctor of Judgment. Your life is no longer your own." The trio of judges kept speaking, "The darkness is your cloak, and you will take shelter in it. You answer to us, and the Lord of the Underworld, should he command you. Place your blade in front of yourself."

I uncapped Riptide, and placed it on the stone. It vanished, leaving me weaponless. A glowing black door appeared to my side.

"Enter, and be reborn. Once you cross through that door, you will no longer be Perseus Jackson. You will be nameless. You will be unknown."

Without a hesitation, I opened the door and stepped through. The darkness felt like a blanket, wrapping around me, and comforted me. I was in a, walls completely black, with engravings and portraits on each side. I could see images of people from throughout history. Joan of Arc, who was burned at the stake. More recently, I saw Native Americans, doubtlessly hung or shot. African Americans, who were given a death penalty by an all white jury. We were all innocent, and executed by the law. At the end, there was a perfect picture of myself.

I opened the door to expose another hallway, this one still black, but featureless. I stepped through, and doubled over, like someone punched me in the gut. I kept walking as the pain got worse and worse. My skin started itching, but if I touched it, even more agony would race through my body. The end of the hallway was five meters away when it became too much. I fell to my hands and knees, crawling forward. It was one meter away when I slumped, my entire body hitting the ground. Waves of agony pulsed through my core, but I dragged myself forward. The handle was burning hot, like it was molten lead instead of solid silver.

It hurt like Tartaurus. Scratch that, it hurt worse. And I speak from experience. My arm was seizing up, but I yanked the handle down and opened the door, then fell through it. Immediately, the pain vanished, and I was in a room. A bed was in one corner, and a racks of weapons lined the walls. On the bed was a note.

"Sleep now. Training begins tomorrow." I tried to put it in my jean pockets, only to discover I wasn't wearing them any more. Instead, I was wearing a leather jacket, with a skull picked out in silver on the back. It somehow had a hood, and under that I was wearing a black t-shirt with the same skull. I wore a black belt, with the skull emblem on the belt buckle, and black, smooth, jeans.

Everything I wore was black, with any metal or designs on it, silver. I had to admit, though, it looked and felt pretty badass. Everything here was black: Stygian Iron blades, the sheets on the bed, the walls. Somehow, there was enough still light to see by, even though there weren't any lightbulbs or lamps. It just. . was.

I lay down on the bed, thinking.What would this do? Could I get back at Drew? Prove my innocence? Or was she the daughter of Aphrodite who died in the explosion? What was Annabeth thinking, when I never came out of the pavilion? Was she worried?

To my surprise, I didn't feel anything towards her. I didn't love her anymore. I didn't even care for her anymore. I didn't have any feelings for anyone, in fact. No friends, but one single enemy: Drew.

A/N: And he sleeps. Yes, Drew will be an antagonist here, but not the main one. As far as I know, no other story has this idea, and I plan on including a few others. If you've read the character list, yes, Zoe is in this. I promised a Perzoe fic from a poll a while ago. I'm not sure whether to make this Perzoe, or just have Zoe as a character, though.

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