This was an idea of a story prompt that I found amazing, please enjoy!

It was quiet on Olympus, the gods sat in their thrones, anticipation growing as they felt the rage coursing through the sea, the storms forming around new york barely being held down by Poseidon as they continued to grow in intensity.

"You knew this would happen, Hera this was a foolish venture, especially with how much he dislikes you." Poseidon grumbled, flinching as another storm formed in the Hudson, the surrounding city almost being flooded.

"It was the only way, short of sending him, which as we discussed would be too dangerous, he needs to be at the camp to assist the other sides camper." she stressed and Poseidon rolled his eyes, grunting in pain. To his surprise, as he doubled over Athena rose to assist him, helping him back to his throne.

"Thank you, Athena, it is appreciated. My son is angry, as he is rightful to be, and I am absolutely sure he could destroy the city if his mother was not living in the vicinity. This is the only reason the water has not touched the streets.

"Surely he wouldn't-" Zeus grumbled, but paused as the elevator to Olympus groaned as if metal was bending inside of it, then another sound, one of steel being bent and wrenched apart.

"Oh, this will not be good." Hermes mumbled, as a massive storm, one the level of a hurricane started moving towards the throne room, blowing away any of the magical wards against such things like it was a red hot knife to butter.

It sounded like a few of the minor gods attempted to stop the creator of the storm, but from the yells of pain, quick and being extinguished almost instantly with the sounds of the hurricane.

"Even I, strangely enough, believe this was unwise my queen." Artemis piped up, her eyes being trained on the doors of the hall as Poseidon panted in exhaustion. "What would you have had me do then Huntress? Take him instead, that would have been preposterous, the camp would immediately be suspicious and untrusting!" Hera exclaimed, sinking deeper into her throne as a flash of worry crossed her face as the sound of the storm grew closer.

"WHERE. IS. SHE?!" the words were loud and explosive, each being punctuated with what sounded like statues being torn down violently.

"Damn, that boy's gears are messed up in a dangerous way." Hephaestus grunted and Ares shifted uneasily and nodded with the words. "Anger like that is reserved, stuff only legends speak of, Like Achilles when his lover was killed." he mumbled, not voicing the unease he felt, the feeling that if this turned into a fight most of them would not be leaving without some permanent marks.

With a roar, a loud thud resounded through the room, as something collided with the throne room doors. Another thud, louder, more powerful, and a dent formed in the finely crafted metal.

"How is he…?" Athena whispered, voicing all of the god's amazement as another dent formed in the metal, and an almost inhuman roar sounded, before the doors creaked open violently, the scraping tearing into the ears of them all as the metal scraped the polished floor with the speed of a cheetah.

The storm raged violently, the figure of a boy, barely halfway to seventeen, stomped into the room. Though at least three times the size of him, almost all the gods recoiled at his facial expression as he scanned all of them, his cold rage burning them in a way.

"Where. Is. She?" his voice was quiet, enraged, full of contempt. Zeus was the first to recover. "Now Perseus, you must understand-"

"WHERE IS SHE?!" He roared, cutting Zeus off with a blast of energy that would have knocked a mortal, demi-mortal, monster, or minor god flying and unconscious with ease.

"WHERE IS MY GIRLFRIEND?!" the power rose in volume, being turned on each of the Olympians, "WHERE IS ANNABETH?!" His rage filled the room, and Poseidon flinched and moaned in pain before falling to the ground, down on one knee, catching Percy's attention.

The storm ebbed slightly as Percy realized his father was exhausted from stopping his carnage, and he frowned in frustration before turning his gaze on the rest of them, his eyes snapping to the queen who was trying to avoid his gaze.

His eyes looked down, back and forth, back to her, then back to the ground and back forth before going wide and slanted in anger. "You," he whispered slightly, pointing to her and slowly approached. "It was you." he stated coldly with rage twisting and pulsing from his body in the form of the storm, his father groaning as his strength strained to calm it.

"After all we did, we fought for you, we died for you, we protected your home, and in exchange you continue to use us as pawns in your prophecy game, not even giving us a year to rest," he growled out, his voice rising in anger. "And of course it would be you, the goddess who tried to flatten her in exchange for saving her sorry hide!"

"It was the only way my son." Poseidon gasped out, and Percy turned on him. "Another war brews, worse than the last, much worse and with more at stake." He coughed in agony, and continued, "The exchange had to be made, Annabeth for another, you will know when you find the other. She will say things that do not make sense, but you must help her. That is the only way." he whispered, looking down to the ground.

"I see." Percy mumbled, but that meant nothing as his gaze turned to Hera once again and his eyes flared.

"I state this then, I will guide this newcomer, I will help them on their path, but know this. If and When this storm hits, this war, I and everyone who stands with me will refuse to lift a finger, to assist you in anyway unless Annabeth is returned to me."

He turned to the doors, his footsteps echoing ominously as he turned back one more time. "I will watch you fight this war alone, die like we have, lest my demands are met, Queen of the gods." The last part he spat, and turned away, grabbing each edge of the giant doors and pulling them as he left, his rage-fueled strength easily bending the metal into handprint grips as he pulled them behind him, slamming them shut.

"I hope your happy." Poseidon sighed, the storms disappearing as his son's rage turned to grief in the absence of the gods that caused his anger. He slumped against his throne, panting heavily. "And I hope, for your sake Hera, she isn't harmed during this little experiment." He spat before disappearing into mist. Leaving the rest to ponder the Son of Poseidon's words.