A/N: Hello, Hello, Hello MAH PEEPLEZZZZ. This is chapter two of my new story Silent Knight.

Some thanks and responses to and for reviews in the last chapter.

IskandarTheConquerer: Thanks, I tried hard and it took forever to get that first chapter out. And I will have it that she stepped down for Thalia to take over, feeling she had been in command for too long. Still not sure on the pairing.

: Thanks! I had fun writing it… is it weird that I like making miserable in this story? NAH… heh heh. Anyway here's that update! And love the picture you have. THIS. IS. Not Sparta this 'Merica.

Thundercade: Thank you, I see a lot of blind or deaf Percy, but never a mute one. Odd right? I mean I figured a few others had thought up the concept. BTDubs here's that chap!

Sunnykaren1: I try, it took a while to get in as much emotion and as many descriptors as I could.

Chapter 2

Percy's POV

It had been a day since Annabeth died, and Thalia and I have stayed in each other's constant company; grieving our shared loved one. Artemis had put Thalia on leave to allow her to grieve and in her place Zoë took over in her former role as lieutenant of the Hunt. Needless to say, the hunters were not happy with me. Zoë was kind enough to me after I saved her from her father's javelin back on the quest to save Artemis, but that kindness only went so far, she was after all still a senior hunter. The fact that I had also taken one the best hunters from the Hunt didn't help that fact in the slightest.

Thalia had tried to get me to talk to her, to share the burden I held inside, but her efforts were of course fruitless. It was not that I wanted to be silent; it was my punishment, prisoners don't get a choice in their prisons. Silence was my prison, a never-ending void where not even the slightest peep would ever be heard. We walked around the camp, only because after 3 hours of sitting in the Zeus cabin out ADHD started acting up. Chiron had gone into seclusion after the hunters arrived, he had greeted them of course but that was the limit to pleasantries.

Thalia was sitting next to me staring at the floor, I startled her by suddenly standing up.

"Where are you going, Percy?" She asked in pure curiosity.

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it as I could not thing of the words. She looked around and found a pencil and pad, then handed it to me. 'I'm going to Olympus' I scrawled out.

"Why? You have…No. No Percy, it wasn't your fault. You can't keep placing the blame on yourself." She was fidgeting now, "I've already lost Annabeth and Luke, and for a long time I thought I lost Jason, I can't lose another sibling." Tears were streaming down her face, and I had a hard time look into her eyes. I had done this; I had caused Thalia this much pain. I was the one that killed Luke and I was the one that got Annabeth killed, this only pushed me further. I turned towards the main cabin door, and as I walked out I whistled calling my faithful steed Blackjack to me.

'Where are we going Boss?' he whinnied, and I patted his muzzle and pointed to Dionysus who was napping on the porch, 'Boss, why aren't you speaking? And you want to go to Dionysus? He's right there."

I didn't answer his question, I couldn't. What I did do, however, was shake my head and point up.

'Oooh Olympus, ok Boss. But I expect extra sugar raised doughnuts when we get back.' He snorted.

I hopped on his back, only to feel a hand on my arm. Looking down I saw Chiron and Thalia.

"Perseus, do not do this. You have so much life ahead of you, so much promise. I understand you are in pain, but please don't do this." Came Chiron's quiet plead, but I could not be swayed. I tapped Blackjack's neck and we shot forward, toward Olympus.

Ω Time Skip Ω

At Olympus

I walked up to the throne room, as I walked I thought about all that had transpired since I found Annabeth the day before. The pain I had felt upon first discovering her body, the pain of seeing Thalia and Chiron's faces when they saw her body, and the sight of her body turning to ash finalizing her trip into the afterlife. I wanted to die, to forget the pain and drift into oblivion. I reached the door and touched it, even the cold metal of the throne room hummed with power. I pushed the doors open and walked in, as soon as my foot crossed the vestibule, the arguing that typically occurred in a meeting ceased. The present gods turned to me.

In the time since the Giant War, the relationship between my uncles, my cousins, and I had strengthened. We had a real familial bind, so I knew this would be hard for them. I wanted to leave and be with her, but I wouldn't kill myself, not directly.

"Perseus. Why have you come here, where is my daughter? You never go anywhere without her." Athena asked in her typical fashion, I looked up and she paled. She must have been as pale as I was, and I think my current state is what made her pale so much. She knew something was wrong, but how do I tell a mother her child was killed, her favorite child at that.

'I'm sorry. Lady Athena.' Was all I wrote on the pad Thalia had given me. Athena broke into sobs, tears would have some from me as well but I doubt I had any left.

"How?" Athena asked me.

'Monster, not sure what.' I scribbled in response.

"How could you not know? You were there with her right, you were just overwhelmed right? How could you leave her alone, how could you let her DIE?" Athena screamed in rage, summoning owls to attack me. I didn't dodge, I just sat there, I sat there and let the owls claw at my throat and chest. A green blast of energy fried the owls and I fell to the ground.

"Athena! Do you not see he suffers too? Are you so blinded by grief to remember that he loved her?" Bellowed my father. He would have said more but Zeus intervened.

"That is enough, Apollo heal the boy, and Athena sit down!" The king ordered. Apollo shrunk down to my size and ran to me and looked me over. He then said something that made my father pale.

"Father, his vocal chords have been cut. Even I can't heal them in this state. Poseidon I'm sorry he will never speak again." Apollo healed the rest of my wounds with little effort.

'I won't need my voice where I want to go.' I showed the note to my uncle.

"What do you mean, Perseus?" was my uncle's suspicious reply.

'I want to die.' Was my only response.

"No I will not allow it!" my father screamed.

"Peace brother, nor will I." said my uncle.

'Then Athena can do it.' I looked towards the mother of my fallen love; she glared at me with tears fresh in her eyes, her hands glowed and—

Cliffie! I know sucks right, sorry this took so long to come out, id could lie and say that I have other responsibilities but I'm the truth is… I'm a procrastinator I started this directly after the first added the comments I got over time then left it to sit and paid it no mind. I'm a dick right? Sorry, I'll try to be a better author.

TMW (Adios)