Last night was fresh in Percy's mind. He could still see the shroud slowly turning to ash. He could hear everyone sobbing, which was funny since they were the ones who killed Annabeth. The day she died was clear as day. It was about a week ago, a week before Nico and Thalia found him on the beach. The gods had made a deal with a very powerful goddess. Not Gaea, they beat her a year ago. Percy and Annabeth were twenty and getting married next year. That will never happen now, because you can't have a wedding without the bride. Percy remembered feeling as though he had died when he saw Annabeth's body fall lifeless to the ground. Her death kept playing over and over in his mind.

Percy had just gotten to camp for the summer and was going to say hello to Chiron, when the campers surrounded him. They were brandishing weapons of all sorts. He was about to speak, when a sharp pain surged through his back. Someone had stabbed him in the small of his back, and if he still had the Achilles Curse he would be dead right now. Percy knew Nico and Thalia would have helped him, if they were there, but they were still on their way. Where was Annabeth? As if on cue, Annabeth burst through the crowd and elbowed the guy, who stabbed Percy, in the neck. By then Percy was kneeling on the ground in pain.

"Leave him alone!" she had demanded.

An Apollo girl said, "No, our parents said we must kill him."

"And you listened?" Annabeth asked, in disbelief.

"Of course. Did no one tell you of this plan?"

"No,"

"Strange..." the girl had murmured.

A few campers circled the daughter of Athena and Percy couldn't stop them. Percy heard a shrill shriek of pain and the campers backed away. Annabeth lay dead, blood leaking from a stab wound in her chest. It was then his pain grew worse, for two reasons. One, he had been betrayed by the gods. Two, half of him was just stabbed in the heart. He crawled forward to the body, begging her to wake up. Percy cried for a good while until some campers decided he still had to die. Summoning the last of his strength he stood up and ran to the beach. Anger buried his devastation, but just for little while. As Percy dove into the water, he was planning different ways to torture the gods.

Now Percy understood that he didn't have to do anything, and he would still get his revenge. He had learned that the campers were told to kill him and they had agreed. Nico, Thalia, and Annabeth were the only people who had not been included in this scheme. The goddess that the Olympians made a deal with was Nyx, goddess of night. She had been told that Percy would die, so long as she left Olympus untouched.

Without Annabeth here, Percy felt empty, he felt dead. He couldn't believe Athena had let her own daughter die, to protect the "sea spawn". It wouldn't be surprising if the gods thought Percy was dead. It also wouldn't be surprising if Nyx declared war on the gods.

"Percy," a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Poseidon is missing."

"What?" Percy said, scrambling out of the tent. "Thalia, how do you know this?"

"Well, I overheard Artemis talking to Phoebe, yesterday before I quit. She said something about Poseidon not agreeing and now no one knows where he is."

"My father is missing, my fiancé is dead, can my life get any worse?" He asked, crying.

Nico walked over to them. "You could die."

"Yeah," Percy sniffed. "Let's pack up camp. I want to talk with the gods."

"But then they will know you're alive and try to kill you. Actually they will probably kill us all." Thalia argued.

"Oh well. Then you guys stay here. At least I can see Annabeth if I die."

"Percy," Nico said. "We're coming with you, but what do you want to say?"

"I want to know why Athena let Annabeth die, and where my father is. Then, we can sit back and watch Olympus fall, because I doubt Nyx will leave them alone. I bet she will take over the world.

"Perce, what if she kills us too?"

"Nico, I will make sure we live long enough to see our enemies suffer."