So...I'M BACK :) I realize it's been almost a week since I last updated, for which I am sorry. And I fully accept the hate I shall be getting for this chapter :D

Chapter V PERCY

Leo was fascinated. Every five minutes, he'd come back and try to get Percy to wound himself. He even went as far as setting his palm aflame and grabbing's Percy's arm. But nothing he tried would hurt him.

"So, you're just completely invincible?" Leo said in wonder as they walked forward.

"Not completely. I have one place on my body that's not invulnerable. If somebody hits that, I'm sunk. And before you ask, it is not my ankle."

Annabeth grabbed his hand and held on tight. She was the only person he had ever told where his place of weakness was.

"You're not to take any knives for me this time around, Wise Girl." he murmured in her ear as they walked. She smiled up at him, lacing her fingers through his,

"No promises."

Nico stopped them awhile later, and then said,

"Okay, guys, here's the plan. You see how I have different soldiers from different periods of history? Well, every one of you gets to be a leader of that certain division, okay?"

Everybody nodded and Nico clapped his hands, saying,

"Alright! Jason, you've got air bombers from World War II, they're over there. And Piper, you have the Native American warriors, off to the left. And Leo..."

In the end, Leo commanded the modern-day soldiers, since they deal with bombings and fire a lot of the time, Calypso had the W.A.S.P.S under her control. (Percy had the audacity to ask what that was, earning him murderous looks from a bunch of undead women)

"We are the Women Air-force Service Pilots." one informed him stiffly.

Percy nodded quickly, making it seem like he knew what the heck she was talking about.

Annabeth controlled the American revolutionaries. She had their instant respect after they discovered that she was a child of Athena, since George Washington had been one too.

"A fine maiden." one said, looking at Annabeth appreciatively.

Percy quickly put his arm around Annabeth's shoulders, pulling her close.

"Who happens to be engaged." (HoH Fic reference)

"Pardon?" the soldier said, hitching his musket higher on his shoulder.

"Betrothed." Annabeth jumped in, blushing faintly,

"We- erm- plan on getting married soon."

"Ah, I see." the soldier said, sounding disappointed. Over what, Percy didn't know. He was dead, not much chance for romance there!

Frank got the Confederate soldiers, a fact that Percy found pretty funny. He remembered a different child of the war god, being general of the same bunch of fighters. Frank was much more calm-headed that her though! Nico was leader of the unnamed soldiers; the ones that couldn't be identified by any uniform. Percy could see why he picked them for himself. They were misfits, outcasts. And Nico liked that.

And Percy? He was put in charge of the Marines, a bunch of buff guys who looked like they could break his neck with one flick of their wrist. Percy appraised his legion, gulping. They all stared balefully back at him, faces basically see-through. Oh, this was going to be fun.

The make-shift army marched onward, trying to appear somewhat intimidating. The sun was low on the horizon when they finally stopped for the night. The demigods found a cave to sleep in while their soldiers would keep watch. Percy stretched on the most comfortable place of ground he could find and passed out immediately. And he has his worst nightmare ever.

It had started out great. He was dreaming about one of his favorite memories of Annabeth; when they slow-danced together on Mount Olympus. That was the first time he knew he had feelings for her. He watched the scene, grinning. Even though it was only two and a half years ago, Annabeth and himself had changed a lot in that time. It was nice to see themselves younger again.

But the happy memory was destroyed. As they were dancing together, the celebratory atmosphere quickly turned bleak. The sun went out, the music died, and all the guests disappeared. Percy looked around, realizing he was alone except for Hera.

"My Lady." he said respectfully. Hera was not somebody you wanted as enemy. She'd screwed with Percy's life enough as it was.

"Perseus Jackson." she said quietly,

"Do you know why I have brought you here?"

Percy shook his head. She sighed and then continued,

"You will be faced with a decision soon, little hero. I wonder if you will be able to make the right choice?"

"What is the decision, My Lady?"

Hera didn't answer that question, saying,

"Your fatal flaw is loyalty, is it not?"

"So I've been told." Percy said uneasily, wondering where she was heading with this.

"Unwavering loyalty." Hera tutted,

"Such a pity. You will have to choose."

"Choose what?" Percy demanded, getting angry now.

"Enough with the cryptic questions. Just tell me what I must decide!"

"Perseus, who is most dear to you in this world?"

The name sprang, unbidden, to his lips. He didn't even have to think about it.

"Annabeth."

"You must choose between the girl or the world. Sacrifice one to save the other, or all shall be lost."

"What!" Percy cried,

"Are you insane? I can't do that, I won't do that!"

"Make your choice, hero." Hera said as she faded off,

"The girl or the world?"

Percy woke up to Annabeth staring down at him, a small smile on her face,

"The zombie wakes!" she teased.

"Come on Seaweed Brain, we're heading out."

Percy sat up as she walked off and rested his head on his knees, trying to think reasonably. But he couldn't. His mind was going a million miles a minute, jumping from thought to thought. That's ADHD for you. He was trying to make sense of his dream, but he almost didn't want to. Because the only possible conclusion he could come to was this: He would either have to sacrifice the world to save the girl he loved, or sacrifice the girl he loved to save the world.