"Ah!" Polybotes said, smiling widely as he stood, and turned at the sound of the throne room doors being pushed open. "After 150 years, the King has awakened at last!"

The King grinned darkly as he strode towards Polybotes, black cape billowing behind him. He spoke.

"One hundred and fifty years. My how time flies when you're trapped in suspended animation."

The King made his way over to his throne, seating himself upon the black object as he went on. "What of my Queen, Polybotes, is she still locked in suspended animation?"

Polybotes bowed when his King addressed him.

"She awoke about fifty years ago Lord."

The King sighed.

"Go retrieve her. I'm sure she's missed me?"

Polybotes bowed again, turning as he spoke.

"Immensely my Lord."

The King smiled, but as soon as Polybotes had closed the door behind him, the smile had dropped to a glare. The King quickly lifted himself from his throne, striding quickly over to the window, staring down at what had once been New York, from the top floor of the building that had once been the Empire State building. The King sighed. He closed his eyes, as image after image flashed through his mind of long ago when he was considered sane.

Below! Spoilers for Lightning Thief, and Son of Neptune through Blood of Olympus

Percy raised his sword. He hurled himself at the giant, but Polybotes swept his hand through the water, leaving an arc of black oily poison. Percy charged straight into it, faster than Jason could yell 'Dude, what are you thinking?' Percy dropped Riptide. He gasped, clawing at his throat. The giant threw his weighted net and Percy collapsed to the floor, hopelessly entangled as the poison thickened around him. 1)

'A slow death!' She screamed. 'A death from a thousand poisons!'

All around her, poisonous green plants grew and burst like overfilled balloons. Green and white sap trickled out, collecting into pools and began flowing across the ground toward Percy. The sweet smelling fumes made his head feel wobbly.

'Percy!' Annabeth's voice sounded far away 'Uh, hey, Miss Wonderful! Cheerful! Grins! Over here!'

But the goddess of misery was now fixated on Percy. He tried to retreat again. Unfortunately, the poison ichor was flowing all around him now, making the ground steam and the air burn. Percy found himself stuck on an island of dust not much bigger than a shield. A few yards away his backpack smoked and dissolved into a puddle of goo. Percy had nowhere to go. 2)

'Just listen okay?' Piper took a deep breath. Everybody listen.'

Piper met their eyes, one person at a time.

'Eidolons,' she said, using her charmspeak, 'raise your hands.'

There was a tense silence.

Leo laughed nervously. 'Did you really think that was going to-?'

His voice died. His face went slack. He raised his hand. Jason and Percy did the same. Their eyes had turned glassy and gold. Hazel caught her breath. Next to Leo, Frank scrambled out of his chair and put his back against the wall.

'Oh gods.' Annabeth looked at Piper imploringly. 'Can you cure them?'

Piper wanted to whimper and hide under the table, but she had to help Jason. She couldn't believe she'd held hands with...No, she refused to think about it.

She focused on Leo since he was the least intimidating.

'Are there more of you on this ship?' She asked

'No.' Leo said in a hollow voice. 'The Earth Mother sent three. The strongest, the best. We will live again.'

'Not here you won't,' Piper growled. 'All three of you listen carefully.'

Jason and Percy turned toward her. Those gold eyes were unnerving, but seeing all three boys like that fueled Pipers anger.

'You will leave these bodies' She commanded

'No.' Percy said 3)

Hazel, Frank and Percy were left alone in the dark, staring across the road at the close up convenience store.

'Well that was different.' Frank muttered.

Percy shuddered violently. Hazel knew he needed help, or rest, or something. Seeing that army seemed to have triggered some kind of memory, leaving him shell shocked. They should get him back to the boat 4)

The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking up at a ceiling fan circling around me, moths flying around a yellow light, and the stern faces of a familiar looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's. they both looked down at me and the girl said

'He's the one. He must be.'

Silence Annabeth.' the man said. 'He's still conscious. Bring him inside.' 5)

Percy turned, his smile back in place as his wife, his true love, his Queen, Annabeth walked in, her long, black dress moving softly around her elegant and slim form as she hurried quickly over to him. The two embraced. When they pulled apart, Annabeth set a hand on Percy's cheek as she asked

"What were you thinking about?"

Percy smiled at her lovingly, his arms wrapped around her waist as he leaned into her touched.

"Old friends. New enemies."

Annabeth sighed, leaning into Percy's chest, her hand still on his cheek. They stood in silence like that, before Percy voiced the pressing matter that had been on his mind since he'd awoken.

"What of the remaining Olympians? I trust you destroyed them?"

Annabeth sighed, wrapping her arms around Percy's neck, intertwining her fingers in his hair as she answered.

"I...I wanted to Percy. I swear I did! But...but I was too scared. Too weak! Every Time I'd make my way to where the gods live in hiding, I'd freeze up, remembering the battle that went down between you and Poseidon before I was forced to put you in suspended animation just to save your life. But…" she sighed, pulling her face out of Percy's neck, to look him in his blood red eyes as she went on. "but you're here now, so those….those...monsters, those self proclaimed god's will finally fall! R-right Percy? You do want revenge after what they did to you?"

Percy sighed, tightening his hold on Annabeth just slightly.

"Yes. Believe me Annabeth, I swear on the Pit they will pay. But I may need a bit of combat training with Polybotes and Oceanus first. After all, I've been out of practice for a century and a half!"

Annabeth nodded, trying to hide her disappointment as Percy ended their embrace. He always ended all physical contact quickly.

"Would you like me to call in Polybotes?"

Percy sighed, eyes barely open as he thought. After a moment, he opened his eyes fully, and shook his head.

"Not yet. Are all our prisoners still down there?"

Annabeth sighed, straightening the skirt of her dress as she answered.

"All but one yes."

Percy frowned, eyes slightly glowing white, which showed only a portion of his power. He began breathing heavily, the monster inside, more in control at that moment than Percy, fueled by rage as he advanced on Annabeth. He froze, his hand inches away from grabbing her throat. The blazing white died, and the red returned. Percy visibly took a deep breath before speaking through clenched teeth.

"Who. Escaped?"

Annabeth looked away, her hands bunched into fists around a portion of her dress. She took a deep breath.

"Athena. But, I don't think she was going back to the gods. Not these gods anyway."

Percy looked at Annabeth, confusion written in the lines of her face.

"What do you mean 'not these gods'?"

Annabeth sighed, releasing the fabric of her dress, quickly smoothing it as she answered

"I think she's going to the past. To try and convince the Olympians of before to not send you to Tartarus."

Percy's eyes went wide, and he yelled out

"NO! She can't do that! If the gods don't send me to Tartarus, then this future never happens! We have to stop her!"

Annabeth nodded.

"Of course. I'll the most powerful of your army immediately."

Annabeth turned, and quickly headed for the throne room doors, but Percy's dark tone stopped her."

"No." Annabeth flinched, turning around, a questioning look in her eyes. Percy went on. "This is too drastic a measure to task Hyperion with. No, this will require me to step up. I will be the one to go back in time and stop Athena."

Annabeth bit her lip.

"But you've only just woken up, surely-"

Percy cut her off sharply.

"No. Get Kronos. I leave immediately."

Annabeth nodded.

"Of course. To what time should I tell him send you?"

Percy stood tall as he answered

"Five hundred years ago. New York City."

Hey! I own nothing! (Forgot to say) All credit goes to the awesome Rick Riordan. Here's the other credit for his books

Blood of Olympus- Page 264

House of Hades- Page 361

Mark Athena- Page 146

Son of Neptune- Page 231

Lightning Thief- Page 56