Chapter 7
(A/N) I guess you all weren't expecting a chapter today, huh. I had some problems and couldn't update during the weekend. Please don't kill me. Please.
Percy's POV
Our forces were not enough to even attempt to storm Olympus. If we were outnumbered, we would have to train them to be more elite. I sighed.
"Okay, guys. You did well today. Let's take a break from all this training. Chiron, may I talk to you for a sec?"
"Yes, Percy?"
"Can I organize a war council meeting today, in one hour?"
"Okay. Perseus, even if you don't know, you are already the unofficial leader of the camp. We will follow your orders, Percy."
I was not expecting that. Was I really that great? I have never thought of myself that way. Was I truly so high in their minds, that I could take control of the camp? No waaay…"
One Hour Later…
I missed having Annabeth, our strategic analyst at this war council. Malcolm wasn't half as smart as her…
"Prissy? How are we gonna beat Mr. High and Mighty up there? Hello?"
"Huh? Oh. So, we'll train. Train and train again. Our forces are completely outnumbered, and we'll have to be more elite than them. Thin out their ranks. Slaughter them."
"But we don't have much time…" said Malcolm. Ahhh, darnit. Half as smart as Annabeth was still pretty smart."
"Do you have a better idea?" Silence. Malcolm's face turned red and he shrunk back into his spot.
"While we are training, Piper and I will make negotiations with the Oympians, however, so far we are having no luck."
"Is there still space for negotiations? Do you seriously think it will still work? Why would you go on such a hazardous endeavor, Percy?" Reyna asked.
"I will not miss any chance to prevent bloodshed."
"Is there even still a chance?"
"I don't know."
"Then why-"
"Because I won't risk you're lives! I can't bear to let any single one of you go! All of you, yes, all and every single one of you, are my precious friends and comrades! Even if I would have to go through Tartarus or slay a Titan to save you I would do it! Can't you guys all under-freaking-stand?!"
And that's when the Olympian Army decided to attack.
Piper's POV
Wow. The way he handled the council was like…just… wow. I struggled at my lack of words, and only one came to mind- amazing. And the Olympians decided to rudely interrupt the council.
Percy stared at me seriously and said "Piper, you need to come with me. Now."
My heart rate slowly increased. "Sure."
We advanced across the battlefield. He sliced through the automatons with Timereaper. No doubt who made that.
"Hephaestus! What do you want? Can't you just leave us alone?" Percy shouted out.
His beard smoldered. "Well, we…uh gotta keep order, so…sorry."
"Well, we demand to see Zeus. If you don't comply, then… I'm sorry too." He said, putting his sword against his throat."
The fire god gulped, cross-eyed. "Is that…is that granddad's scythe?"
Percy smiled devilishly. "Yes. Yes It is. Now we demand audience with Zeus. But first, you're going to disable your automatons. We'll still eventually overcome them." I could tell he was fibbing about the last part. But Hephaestus was probably too nervous to care. All the automatons were deactivated instantly. I was still confused about a major point. How and why could he just push Hephaestus around? Couldn't he just zap him?
Oh. Alaska. Weapon. I facepalmed at my own stupidity. Besides that, Percy now had Hephaestus trapped in a golden net, not unlike the one that Zeus was trapped in once.
We were instantly teleported to Olympus. The look on Zeus's face was priceless. Now I knew it was my time to shine.
"Zeus, we have now kept your son hostage. We urge you to end this conflict to a peaceful resolution."
"And why should we listen to you? Insolent demigods. You think you can push us around? In your mortal terms, WE DON'T GIVE A CRAP WHAT YOU THINK!"
"Hey, don't forget about me! Percy gave his best annoying winning smile, prodding Hephaestus with his sword. The Olympian's eyes widened when they saw the weapon.
Zeus pulled out his master bolt right off the bat and threw it like a javelin at me. Percy, the annoying, caring person he was, jumped right in front of me and tanked the master bolt, flying across the throne room and out of the door. I, myself barely escaped, using my charmspeak to buy me some time. I called for aid in the form of Tempest, which Jason left to me before his death, and ran back to camp. Percy's pulse was still slightly active, while he was still breathing, albeit unconscious and covered in ash and soot. Good. He was alive. When we returned to camp, everyone crowded around him, all the sadder and more determined. The Apollo cabin immediately came in and took him away.
1 week later, outside the Apollo cabin...
I paced outside the room for the I-don't-know-whatth time. Oh Percy… what have I done? I was scared about the uncertainty of his condition…
(A/N) A very blatant cliffhanger at the end. Please read on and review!
