Helloooo! Sorry, I was busy writing some other stories. Honestly, I've got two that are really popular. Well, one is at the moment but the other i posted yesterday got 6 fricking reviews! It's called The Lost Prince if you want to read it. I'll probably post some new chapters for that, this and After The Giant War. That one's already 30, I think? Not sure but anyway, I'm most definitely not Ricky and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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(Percy's POV)

Percy was shoved into an arena after being given a gladius, a Roman short sword which felt wrong in his hand. Immediately he gave it to Nico and traded. The boy's one felt a bit better in his hand but still wasn't like his xiphos, Riptide. The sword resided in Percy's pocket in the form of a stylus. All he had to do was take it out and flick it and he would have his usual 3 foot long blade. The problem was, The blade was Celestial Bronze so it couldn't harm humans, demigods yes, mortals, no. Instead he would have to make due with the gladius and help his fellow slaves to not kill, but take down the gladiators. If he could help it, Percy never killed. He had seen war at a young age. The spilling of brains, blood and guts had tarnished his memories. It used to make him sick thinking about that but now...he was just used to it. He wasn't a man who killed for the fun of it. He wasn't blood-thirsty like some. They should be thrown into Tartarus in his mind. It was wrong. The guards shoved them into the arena and they covered their eyes from the bright light that hurt them. Percy noticed some of the other slaves held the swords the wrong way. That would just add to complications. The gladiators were lined up carrying swords, spears, it seemed to be every Roman and Greek weapon right there. Forget having to visit the forges for a weapon, just hi-jack the gladiators and you would be all set. Percy leant down to Nico.

"Stay with the other slaves. Keep them as a group. I'll go on the outside and pick off the gladiators." The boy nodded and fingered towards his boot.

"Don't use the dagger unless you lose that sword, have to distract a gladiator or need it in close combat. I would advise against killing. It will only bring you nightmares." Nico looked up at Percy.

"I'll try not to. Just keep in mind I am a son of Hades. I can kill whom I wish."

"You don't understand. The spirits of the dead are different from killing a man. It rips your soul your pieces. Most gladiators have no soul. That is why they're unaffected." Percy shook his head, "Be ready to fight." A conch horn sounded and the Gladiators charged. Percy ran out of the way as fast as possible, slashing down a gladiator as he ran past. Percy had stuck to his word and didn't kill the man but, it was possible that that gladiator probably wouldn't be walking anytime soon. The slaves were huddled together and Nico was helping them. Percy gradually picked off gladiators, taunting them into fighting him then taking them down with either two or three moves. It was too easy. There were only two gladiators left and one killed a slave. That made Percy mad. He charged the man and struck him down easily,still not killing. Percy knelt by the dying slave and spoke softly to him while the slave passed slowly into Hades' realm. Nico came over and tapped Percy's shoulder.

"I will make sure he gets to my father's court safely, right now, you might want to stop those slaves that are torturing that gladiator." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb and Percy saw the slaves that were left, poking the remaining gladiator with their swords. He rose swiftly and strode over.

"Peace. We do not kill un-armed men. Give him a sword." Percy commanded. The slaves stepped back. One of them handed the man a sword before joining the ring they had made around the two men.

"Get up." Percy spat. The man looked up at him, squinting.

"You sure your no gladiator? You darn good with that sword. Makes me think twice 'bout fighting you." Percy laughed.

"I won't kill you, more like embarrass you thoroughly."

"What if I don' wanna be embarrassed?" Percy glared at the man.

"What if these slaves don't want to be embarrassed? They still get embarrassed, more often killed, do they get a say? No." Percy gestured to the ring of slaves standing quietly around them.

"A GLADIATOR WHO DOES NOT WANT TO FIGHT?" Percy shouted. The crowd ohh'ed and ahh'ed before taking up a chant.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The crowd roared. Percy leant down.

"Get up. Now." He said quietly. The man got unsteadily to his feet. The gladiator held his sword loosely at his side. He shuffled forward a bit before swinging a heavy over head cut that would've taken off Percy's left shoulder had he not blocked it. The man was stronger than he was so he pushed the blade off his, throwing the man off balance. Percy side-stepped as the man stumbled past. Percy was only playing with the man. Putting on a show for the crowd so they got the message that gladiators weren't as tough as people thought they were. The man re-gained his balance and the crowd boo'ed. The gladiator's face went red in embarrassment and fury. He charged Percy like a raging bull. Percy side-stepped again, twisted and slashed the man behind the greave on his right leg, cutting through the straps and digging into the man. The man yelped and fell to his knees, grabbing his leg with both hands.

"Finish me. NOW!" The man yelled at Percy.

"I don't kill unless absolutely necessary." Percy spat. He slammed the hilt of the gladius into the man's helmet, knocking him out. Percy stormed up to the top box in the colosseum and stood in front of the King.

"You spineless coward! Hiding behind others who kill for a living! You coward!" Percy shouted at the short King. The blonde princess he had seen in the carriage at the main street was sitting behind, smiling slightly in amusement. He shot her a frown and she blinked. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion before turning to her father.

"If you want entertainment, don't use slaves unless you want a dangerous enemy." He growled, pushing the King into a wall to scare him a bit. He let go of the trembling man and turned to the blonde haired gladiator. He punched the man.

"Next time you fight, choose a challenge. Maybe then your presence on the world will disappear." The gladiator spat out blood.

"Ahh, the slave from the street. Still got the attitude then?" He sneered.

"A gladiator is no better than the lowliest slave."

"Oooo! Now are we, Mr. Smart?" Percy raised his eyebrows at the Gladiator's comment.

"If taking down people who have a chance then yes, I must be doing something right." The gladiator growled.

"Got no family I suppose. Left on the streets by your mother, eh? Not the first time. Like anyone would want you-" Percy punched him again.

"Go to hell, bastard." The gladiator went red. He tried to speak but couldn't. His mouth opened but no words came out. Percy nodded, pleased and turned to the princess glowering.

"If you know someone called Thalia Grace, tell her the tide won't be held back. Do not help me." The Princess nodded and he returned a curt one before turning sharply and quickly descending the steps to the arena. He went past Nico.

"Come on. We're done here." He stormed out of the arena leaving a silent crowd as rain started to fall. No one noticed that he stayed dry.

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A day later, Annabeth lay on her stomach looking at Thalia pacing. Her friend stopped for a second.

"Are you sure he said, 'The tide won't be held back'?" Annabeth nodded.

"I remember it like it was yesterday Thals." Piper swatted Annabeth behind the head.

"Ow," Annabeth turned to face her laughing friend ", What was that for?" she demanded.

"It was yesterday!" Piper giggled a bit which sounded more like her siblings. Thalia knelt in front of Annabeth.

"Does this mean you like my cousin?" She asked, as if explaining something to a small child. Annabeth frowned at her.

"Maybe." She said evasively. That was all Thalia needed. She jumped up.

"You like kelp-for-brains! OH MY GODS!" She said gleefully. A thought occurred to her and she stopped, frowning.

"But his last letter said something about a chi-" Her eyes widened and she looked at Annabeth, "Was there a child with him? Or a girl-no, wait she died in child birth. Annabeth, answer me, was there a child?" She gripped Annabeth by the shoulders, looking into her friend's serious, grey eyes. Annabeth shook her head.

"There was a black haired boy with olive skin. He was wearing black-" Thalia shook her head.

"That's my other cousin. He's a son of Hades. Really annoying too. There was no one else?" She said, waving a hand dismissively. Annabeth shook her head.

"Why-?"

"No, no, no. This can't be happening..." Her friend muttered and continued her pacing. After half an hour of Thalia trying to wear a track in the carpet, Annabeth jumped up and grabbed Thalia's shoulder's.

"What is it Thals?" Thalia looked at Annabeth with tears in her eyes.

"You might want to sit down." Annabeth nodded and sat beside Piper who had stayed quiet. Thalia heaved a huge sigh.

"Percy-was married. He lost his wife when she gave birth to their son. If he didn't have a child with him that had brown hair and green eyes then Percy's family is dead." She said bluntly, staring intently at the ground. Her normally energetic eyes were sad.

"He'll be broken. If that is true, he might be so broken that he won't love anyone anymore." She said quietly. Annabeth was shocked at the announcement.

"We must help him then." She said, determinedly. Her friends nodded.

"Get the Stolls here, we'll need their help."

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