Hey guys! Since I updated kind of late, I decided to write about the night Hera kidnapped Percy. This chapter is for icesong180, whose given me super helpful reviews and awesome ideas. Enjoy!

Monsters sticking their ugly heads into Poseidon's cabin wasn't uncommon. Especially sea monsters. It didn't take long for Percy to get the things back to Tartarus. But never before had he heard a monster knock. Percy picked up his most powerful and dangerous weapon, a pen named riptide. He uncapped it, and a huge faintly glowing blade sprung out. Warily he pushed open the door.

"Oh put that silly thing away. I'd hate for someone to get hurt." A mellow voice spoke through the door.

Monsters usually never asked for Percy to put his sword away. He didn't put riptide away, but opened the door a little more.

Hera, the queen of the gods, was standing there. She kept nervously glancing at the water behind the cabin, almost as if she was expecting Poseidon to walk out.

"Hurry Percy! The broken oil rigs will only keep your father's attention for so long."

" Hera," Percy scratched the back of his head. "What are you doing here, and why did you have to knock?"

"Rules, red tape, whatever you wish to call it. Please get out of the cabin. I need to talk to you about something very important."

He jumped down the steps and hurried after the almost running Hera. He didn't like her. That was for sure, but when a goddess shows up on your doorstep, especially if she's the queen of the gods, you don't say no. Suddenly she stopped and whipped around to face him.

"Percy you have to help me."

"Why should I? You almost killed Thalia and Annabeth."

"That doesn't matter now. Or it least it won't if you don't stop it." Her eyes kept darting all around Percy and herself.

"Um, I think it matters a lot. Wait… What do I have to stop?"

"It's not safe here. Let's go." She grabbed Percy's arm and the world swirled up into a vortex.

"Here, sit here." She shoved Percy into a massive bed built for two 15 feet tall gods. He was really grossed out when he realized this was Hera and Zeus's bed. He wanted to jump in the River Styx to clean off the grossness.

"Hera? Where have you been?" Zeus's voice questioned from the doorway. Hera threw her shawl over Percy.

"Oh, just out. Checking on my cows. I really do hate those slaughter-houses. But Hamburgers are good. I have to go talk with Hephaestus now. I'll be back." Her now giant sized hands fumbled around in the shawl until she felt Percy. She scooped it up and power walked out of the room and their house. When she reached the street she saw Poseidon.

"Oh dear." Hera's voice sounded muffled through the suddenly five ton shawl on top of Percy.

"Evening Hera." Percy perked up at the sound of his dad's voice. He tried moving the shawl to see him, but a strong soft hand smooshed him down.

"Poseidon! Fancy seeing you up here!"

"Yeah fancy that. Just cause Zeus can't handle the fact that my son helped defeat Kronos doesn't mean he should lock us up here…. Ah, probably shouldn't be telling you this. I'm going to talk to Hades. Bye now." He walked off, leaving a very confused Hera and a completely baffled Percy.

Percy felt the world warp again. Then the shawl was taken off of him. Hera had shrunk back down to normal size again, and seemed calmer.

"Alright Percy. As your father-"

"Why didn't you let me see him?" He knew it was rude to interrupt gods, but he had done it before, and never had been blasted before.

"He would have tried to stop me from putting you into the roman camp. But it has to be done."

She placed her forefingers on Percy's temples. She closed her eyes and spoke sadly, " You're going to save the world again, but you're going to lose so much."

Percy tried escaping but suddenly Hera's touch on her forehead seemed to strengthen into vice grips. He could feel his memories leaving him. Kissing Annabeth under the water, winning the war, the labyrinth, Thalia, Chiron, Camp Half-blood, his mom, Paul, Poseidon…it was like there was a memory vacuum intent on sucking out every memory he ever had. Then her face popped into his mind. Annabeth Chase. The vacuum intensified. He didn't want to lose her face. Subconsciencly he began sacrificing other memories. Hera began to panic.

"Gods, You're powerful." She stopped. Then called Morpheus.

"Yes Hera?" Morpheus yawned.

"I need to you to put him out for at least six months."

"What's in it for me?"

" I'll let you put the whole town of Chicago to sleep for three days. "

"I don't need your permission to do that." He scoffed.

"Well you do for Europe." She stared at the blank faced Percy.

"Hey… Wait. I know that kid-" Morpheus pointed at Percy.

"JUST DO IT!" She yelled,

Morpheus jumped. He hurriedly put his hand on Percy's head. The son of Poseidon crumpled to the ground.

"Big things ahead Percy. Enjoy your ignorance while you can. The greeks may be welcoming, but the romans…" She created a cave in the ground beneath her, then placed Percy into it.

Whoa that turned out a lot longer than I had originally thought! I hoped you liked it, and please keep on reading and reviewing. Special thanks to Icesong180, whose been helping me with this story by reviewing since Chapter one. I can't thank you enough!