Yay, rolling out the third chappie now. I honestly didn't expect such a positive outcome!

To: MJ-Booklover: I try to update very often, but no guarantees since the school year's coming up. (Mwahaha)

To: Djberneman: The claw motion was the motion Grover made in The Lightning Thief, a three fingered claw that pushed outward. When Percy tried it (in canon), it sent the screen door smacking Gabe up the stairs.

Aaaaaaanyways, on with the story!

Luke P.O.V.

As I lay in my bunk with all the other Hermes kids, my mind wanders to why all the unclaimed kids were stuffed in Cabin Eleven. I was angry at the gods because they never took time to visit their kids, and The Voice had told me he would change that. No more unclaimed kids. My mind takes a trip down Memory Lane as I recall the events of the winter solstice.

Flashback

I was bored out of my mind. For hours, Zeus and Poseidon have been arguing. I let my mind wander and it settles on "The Voice". About a year ago, a voice entered my head and opened my eyes to the arrogance that the gods had, and the negligence that they put on their kids. I dubbed it "The Voice". About a month ago, The Voice told me to go steal the master bolt and the Helm of Darkness. The logic was brilliant. The Olympians would tear each other apart.

Anyways, I was so zoned out, I didn't notice the meeting had adjourned. Campers were going to their parent's palace to stay there for the night.

Flashback time skip, 2:30 AM

I hadn't slept at all. The Voice told me to go and take Annabeth's cap of invisibility. I snuck out of Hermes' palace and crept down the streets of Olympus.

After about a half hour of staying silent, I finally made it to Athena's palace. I slipped past through the lock (don't ask me, it's a Hermes thing), and quietly snuck down and gently took Annabeth's cap.

After another half hour, I made it to the throne room. I worked my way around the lock and there, in all of it's glory, lay the master bolt. On a makeshift chair sat the Helm of Darkness. I was disgusted at how Zeus treated his brother. I grabbed both items, and got away.

When I got to my rendezvous point, The Voice was already waiting.

"You're late, Luke." I shivered. The Voice's, well, for lack of a better term, voice was like a knife scraped on concrete. Very unsettling.

"I'm sorry, my lord. The demigods do not sleep heavily," I grumbled, and it was true. One point the wooden floor in Hermes' palace creaked softly, and Travis Stoll almost woke up.

"Hmm. At least you got the weapons from the treacherous gods."

With a start, I realized that I didn't know The Voice's real name.

"Excuse me my lord," I began, "What is your real name, out of curiosity?"

The Voice laughed. It was a sadistic laugh, filled with bloodshed over millennia.

The Voice stopped laughing. "Well, do you need to know my name? No you don't," he said, cutting me off when I tried to speak. "For now, keep calling me The Voice. Or you can call me Mr. K."

Flashback end

To this day, I still haven't figured out who Mr. K really was. I didn't need to, of course, but it was nice to know. Anyway, Mr. K's plan worked. Zeus and Poseidon are at each other's throats. On June 21st, war will break out, and Mr. K will destroy the gods. And the Sixth Age will begin.

I got a prophecy. It said that in two days time, a new camper will arrive, a son of The Big Three. Mr. K told me to sway him to our side. If we did that, then the gods didn't stand a chance. And demigods would get better treatment.

The next night, my dream took place in a dark cavern. I was sitting across from Mr. K, and in his lap was a scythe. Mr. K smiled cruelly at me, then started speaking.

"Do you recognize this scythe, Luke? This scythe that took many lives of the Olympian pawns?"

I shook my head. It looked vaguely familiar, mixed with different metals, but...a thought occurred to me.

"It's Kronos' scythe. And you're Kronos."

Kronos reached behind him and pulled a buzzer out. He pressed it, and canned applause broke out.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I had to chuckle.

"Well done, Luke. And I am going to destroy the Olympians, as you may know-"

A boy broke in the cavern. He couldn't have been more than twelve, and his hair was a wild mess of black. His sea green eyes scanned over the two of us.

Kronos laughed. "A son of Poseidon. How kind of you to join us."

The boy narrowed his eyes at him. "Whoa, whoa, back up. A son of who now?"

Kronos sighed and pulled out an envelope and tossed it to the boy. Read it, Perseus Jackson, and perhaps you will understand."

The boy, Perseus, snapped, "How the hell do you know my name? I never-" but before he could say more, he was sucked into an abyss. The hole closed.

Kronos turned back to me. "That boy was a son of Poseidon, and the one you need to persuade. If he fights for Olympus, we're doomed."

I bowed. "As you wish, my lord."

Kronos broke into a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Good luck, Luke. You'll probably need it."

I was about to say that I would need a miracle if Perseus was actually like that, but Kronos snapped his fingers, and I blacked out.

I woke with a start, and banged into something. When I regained my sight, I saw a bronze head of Medusa staring right at me.

I couldn't help it. I screamed like a little girl.

I heard laughter all around me. Connor Stoll dropped down from the bunk above me, and high fived his brother.

"Dude, he screamed so loud, I wish I recorded it!"

I frowned. "Wait you didn't record that?"

"We recorded the voice only," Travis deadpanned.

"You're so immature," I grumbled. If you've been here for five years, and living with these guys, you wouldn't be all rainbows and sunshine either. Unless you're the pranker. Then you laugh.

I walked outside and a team of five more Hermes kids were waiting. One was holding a microphone.

"Great, more pranks on me?" I mutter. Two pranks in a minute, that's new.

"Actually, we're pranking Apollo Cabin now." Okay then, scratch that.

We sneak to Cabin Seven, and one of the guys pull out a bag with some type of dust on it. Another guy mutters an incantation and opens the door. We set the bag in the cabin, next to Will Solace's bunk. Someone puts a buzzer in the middle. We put the microphone on the wall, lock the door when we get outside, and activate the buzzer.

The next thing we knew, Apollo kids were stumbling outside, yelling curses at us. I grinned cheekily at someone, who swiftly notched an arrow, muttered a curse, and shot Travis Stoll. He turned confused, and recited:

What the hell is this

Screw you and your haiku curse

I will take revenge

Then Travis pulled a grenade with barfing dust out and threw it. After the dust cleared, an Apollo kid tried to yell out defiantly, but ended up hurling all over Chris Rodriguez.

We gradually moved the fight to the amphitheater, where the Ares kids were egging us on, the Athena kids were either reading or taking bets, the Hephaestus kids were building something and throwing it at us (I later found out they were automatons to throw eggs at us), the Aphrodite kids were running away screaming something about ruined mascara and the Dionysus kids were making vines grow around us, like a cage, with the Demeter kids. Just what we wanted to be, sources of entertainment.

After about ten minutes, Chiron came and cleaned everything up (except Travis Stoll, who was still muttering vengeful haikus to the Apollo kids), and breakfast commenced.

For the rest of the day, I kept glancing nervously at the camp borders, but nobody showed up. As I was falling asleep, the conch horn sounded three times: the signal for danger.

I rushed out and saw a kid getting chased by the Minotaur. The Minotaur held a woman by her neck ("His mother," Kronos whispered), and she vanished in a golden light. The boy yelled angrily and broke off the Minotaur's horn and killed it.

Said boy trudged up the hill carrying a satyr on his back, but barely took two steps inside the border before he collapsed. I rushed over, flipped the boy over (and flipping over the satyr as well), and gasped.

It was none other than Perseus Jackson, the Son of Poseidon.

And his protector was none other than Grover Underwood, the same satyr that got me here all those years ago.

No, I thought. All family ties are cut, now that I've pledged myself to Kronos.

He's just a satyr now. He means nothing to me.

Yay! I did it! So, I'm thinking about who Percy should end up with.

Remember to R&R!