A/N: Normally I don't write from the perspectives of others or things like that but I will be now labeling the split in stories from one person to another but still in third person point of view. It ties in with the story and I want it to be very clear just what side of the story you are reading. If it confuses you I will write in a different style but how I have thought of it in my head seems very simplistic. Just wanted to give you a forewarning before I ambushed you with a new form. Happy reading!


VII

Alcander

Alcander was currently running through the forest, his dead cousin in his arms. The dead weight reminded him of when they first started hunting their cousins all across the globe. The constant bitterness, the cold and cut off nature that they had developed to spare themselves the pain. All Alander wanted to do, was lay her body down and have out a good cry. He couldn't however...there was the mission. But it was hard not having his thoughts wander to memories.

Alcander had always had a special relationship with his cousin that was unique and entirely their own. She did not treat him as a thing needed to be controled like Dea and the twins. She treated him as her equal, confidant and most loyal friend. They were more brother and sister than cousins. But she was always the elder. Arina guided Alcander in his fears, her held held high, her options and plans always right and good in the world. There truely wasn't a bad bone in her body. Now that she was gone, the memories seemed to blend, and he felt lost and almost betrayed in some ways.

What had she done to deserve such a thing to be done to her?

The question was simple to answer. It was because she was self sacrificing and she was powerful. All powerful people are saught after by those who wish to oppress it and take it for themselves. Her self sacrificing put her in situations where it most likely would happen more often than naught. She sacrificed love, comfort, and peace to take on the ultimate quest that enevitable left her body in ruin.

Alcander viewd his beloved cousin as a God.

"Take a break, set up perimeter." Alcander ordered, his voice sounding so foriegn to him.

His fellow campers set to work, all of them spreading out in a circle.

Alcander placed Arina's rock hard body down on the ground and pulled back his jacket to look at her face.

Dull, cold and lifeless. It was like looking at a stranger. He wanted it to be warm and tan again, he wanted to have her tell him what to do and words of comfort to make it all okay. But nothing was okay.

In the distance unearthly sounds echoed about the trees. Furies were hot on their trail now. The blood that was caked all around Arina let off a signature trace and a target on all of them.

"Alcander we can't stay too long." Sherman said as he trotted up to Alcander.

"I don't know how we're going to get the body across state lines." Alcander whispered to Sherman as the two faced one another.

"We need a car."

"We need a miracle." Alcander scoffed.

More sounds of the unearthly doom surrounded them, rustling the trees, making their bones ache in anticiaption. Fear...even in the offspring of Ares was present. This situation was getting worse by the minute. Alcander thought...what would Arina do in this situation. Sure he was good at battle strategy but most of his plans involved his cousin being alive and able to manipulate the water elements. This time he was on his own. He did not have a special ability per say like Dea, or the twins. His was in light, and strength much like the god Apollo and his father. He couldn't manipulate fire like Dea, or manipulate people's thoughts and actions with suggestive words and will like the Twins. What good did his skills do? What could he offer?

It was then that they were suddenly surrounded. Sherman drew his sword and dove down as he picked Arina up and tossed her body over his shoulder with much effort. Alcander drew his sword and it started to glow white hot.

So it came to this. This plan, this new qest was going to be harder than anyone first anticipated.


Percy, Annabeth and Grover

They were all currently sitting at an airport, waiting for their plane to board. It wasn't often that they took airplanes and the setting was just awkward. The three of them had taken the truck that was at first meant to take all of them, including Arina and Alcander but that went down the toilet fast. Percy sat in his seat, leant back as he stared out the window at the airplanes. He tapped his ticket on his knee and his eyes never looked to his companions in their wait.

Annabeth awkwardly snuck a glance at Percy and she reached over taking his hand and Percy finally looked to her. Annabeth tried to smile, and tried to make something feel normal but Percy just looked unemotional. She knew where his mind was.

Then there was Grover's solution to his stress...he ate. He was eating, but oddly silent.

This mess was affecting them in ways it had never affected them all before. One of their friends was dead and it was out of their power right now.

"You want a soda?" Annabeth asked Percy and he shrugged as he curled his fingers around hers.

"Nah, I'll get something on the plane."

"You sure?"

"Positive. But I'm gonna take a walk. We have an hour. I'll see you two in a couple minutes." and at that Percy arose, quickly detaching his grip on Annabeth's hand and shoved them in his jacket pockets.

The white walls of the airport seemed to close in on him rather than open everything up. The windows felt like a cage, and the people made him feel suffocated. He never felt this way and he had lived in New York his whole life.

He stopped as he again stared out at the runway. He then heard a commotion to his right and looked over as he saw a young girl, with long wavy black hair dressed in a brown summer dress get out of the gate and run up to a guy who had blonde hair. The girl wrapped her arms around the guy and kissed him and he picked her up, his arms tight and possessive around her. Percy's jaw tightened as he looked away back outside. His chest felt like it was on fire and he suddenly felt like he needed that soda after all, now that his stomach was all queasy.

He walked then over to a stand and took a ten out of his pocket and paid for a Sprite. Percy then sat on the bench, lightly sipping it and tapping his foot on the ground.

His thoughts kept on going to the matter of, if he hadn't of gone through the barrier...she would be alive right now. This was worse than when she left, because at least he knew someday she'd be back. This however was, as it seemed now, very permanent. She had been his for a day and now she was no longer alive. The images of Dea stabbing her over and over replayed in his mind like a bad movie.

If only...

"Now boarding Gate 13 to Seattle. Now boarding Gate 13 to Seattle." the intercom said.

Percy dashed up from his seat as he threw away the half drunken Sprite and ran for the terminal. He got there just in time as Annabeth and Grover stood to meet him.

The plan ride was irrelevant but it was certainly leaving Percy more time to brood. It wasn't until they landed in Seattle that his adrenaline kicked in. Something was very wrong.

"Open your eyes and see beyond that which is seen." that deep voice that he had heard before echoed in his head again.

Something was coming.

Percy grabbed Annabeth's arm and squeezed it tight as they started to unboard. They passed by people, and Percy was on high alert.

"What's wrong with you?" Annabeth asked Percy quietly and Percy turned around giving her a stern look. He then proceeded out and passed by the Stewardess.

"Percy Jackson, would you like a complimentary pillow to take with you?" the Stewardess said and Percy froze.

"No...that's fine." his heart hiccuped in his chest.

That's when the three of them broke out into a run. They burst through the gate, passing by people greeting each other and started for the terminal exit. But, something was hot on their trail.

"Maenads!" Annabeth screamed as she looked behind her to see the Stewardess flanked by two other attendants running after them.

"I thought they were you know...under Mr. D's control!" Grover yelled as he pushed past and old lady, and jumping over a garbage can as to not crash and fall behind.

"Not after he was banished! If they are given power, in exchange they will hunt down and tear apart people! Just run!" Annabeth shrieked.

The Maenads were gaining and not only that but the group of people that were following where now growing. The Maenads were using their control to influence people to help capture them

After all chaos was part of their whole deal by a mythological standpoint.

Security then was trying to step in the way as they came down to the checkpoint. Percy lashed his hand out to a water fountain and sent it at them as they were swept away leaving a free run for the exit.

They made it out the exit, but where still being followed.

Annabeth waved for a Taxi and they got in seconds before the three Maenads ran out into the middle of the streets, saw the car and still kept running for them. The taxi driver wasn't oblivious.

"You got three pissed off stewardess', what you three do? Steal peanuts?" the cab driver asked speeding down the highway.

"Just, please drive!" Percy said as the three of them sank down in their seats.

"Okay, no need to get snappy." the cab driver pulled his cap down a bit as he held a hand up and kept driving. "Where to?"

"Space Needle." Annabeth said.

"Why there?" Grover asked.

"I overheard Arina tell Alcander on our way to get out things that her mom was going to meet us all there." Annabeth muttered. "Her house is way out in the middle of the forest, we wouldn't be able to find it unless a member of the Bishop family took us there."

"Got it." Percy said unsure.

If it weren't for the fact they were being chased up and down the United States now...Seattle would have been a great vacation spot. Guess the three of them will never know.


Alcander

There was blood caked to his face right now. Best part was that it wasn't even his.

They had been ambushed in the forest, luckily the whole platoon was alive, but not uninjured. A fury even got a good chunk of him, tearing his arm open. He had put himself out there to save Sherman and his cousin from being hoisted off in the air and into oblivion by the demons. They had managed to get to a rest stop some miles up the road and hi-jack a van. Arina lay in the back, surrounded by the Ares children while he drove. He kept on glancing back, half expecting her to sit up and wake up.

He just needed to drive...and drive quickly before something worse than a Fury arrived.

Daylight approached over the horizon, making everything seem okay. There were demons that could travel during the day but they were very few and mostly just trackers. For now they were safe. Alcander had just driven out of state borders safely, with no trouble at all. He felt as if he was worried for nothing. Sherman sighed as he rest his head against the window of the van and cradled his arm against his side.

"You okay man?" Alcander asked glancing at his friend.

"Fine. It's just a graze and maybe a light sprain. Graze from the Fury, sprain from hauling...Arina around."

"Even in death she's a complete and total brick." Alcander scoffed but it wasn't meant to be funny because his face was set angrily. Sherman didn't find it funny either, but nodded his head in agreement to the fact. "We need to figure out where to stay when nightfall comes to us again."

"Well we should stop once we're past Jersey and into Pennsylvania. That should buy us enough time...right?" Sherman looked back at his brothers and then back to Alcander as Alcander shrugged.

"I don't know. Depends on what comes after us this time."

"I know this isn't the appropriate time to be saying this, but I really wish Arina was alive right now. I didn't really like your cousin all that much, but, she commanded respect and fear and in my book that's enough. She sacrificed herself for all of us, and that's something you can't forget."

"I know." Alcander said as he sped the van faster down the highway. "I wish she was here too."


Percy, Annabeth and Grover

The cab pulled up in the round about street right in front of the Space Needle. There the trio looked up at the giant building in awe. Many people and families were about having a good time, getting souvineers, passing Percy, Annabeth and Grover many times over.

"I hear there's a resteraunt up top." Grover said and Annabeth nodded.

"Did you overhear where exactly by the Space Needle that we needed to meet Arina's mom?" Percy asked and Annabeth shook her head.

"No I didn't exactly hear that part."

"Well there's the Imax theatre, the amusement park and then the actual Space Needle...where do we go first?" Grover said as he eyed the map over by one of the planter boxes. They all walked over to it and Percy pressed his finger to the little green dot that indicated that they where here.

"It's a lot of ground to cover." Percy said dimly.

"We could split up." Annabeth suggested. "But I don't know how safe that would be in present circumstances."

"We'll have to take the chance." Percy agreed. "Grover, you'll take the Imax theatre, Annabeth the amusement park, and I'll go up to the resteraunt and check it out."

"How will we gather when we find Mrs. Bishop...if we find Mrs. Bishop." Grover stated.

"We meet back in here in an hour...no later." Annabeth said.

They all gave each other one last look before splitting up into different directions. Percy walked towards the glass automatic doors of the downstairs souvineer shop. It smelled too clean inside and many people where busy trying to find something to buy. It bought him cover, but it also made him conspicuous in a way. He walked over then to the front desk and leant on the counter casually.

"Excuse me, do you know how to check for reservations up in the resteraunt?"

"I can do that for you." the receptionist said kindly. "Name?"

"Bishop."

"More specifically." she raised a perfectly set eyebrow at him and he sighed.

"Andromeda Bishop, I think." he said searching his memory for Arina's mothers name. He had a hard time trying to think, because the conversations that Arina and him had were so long ago.

"Yes we have a four o' clock reservation for an Andromeda Bishop, but she hadn't checked in. She specifically stated that a party of people were coming, are you one of the members of that party?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I'll need your name."

Well...there was a very dangerous pridicament. He could't just give away his real name, since they were still being hunted. No, he had to give a name that was familiar to Arina's mother, something that wasn't so supsicious or dangerous.

"Alcander Wells." Percy said finally.

"Alright, I shall notify Mrs. Bishop that you have checked in upon the arrival. Would you like to go up and wait at your table or shop some more?"

"I'll be back with two other members of our party in an hour. Is that alright?"

"It will be fine." the receptionist smiled.

Percy nodded as he checked his watch and jogged out of the store and back to the spot that they intended to meet. He waited and waited, Grover showing up first reporting that there was no one who had approached him, and no one who would fit the description of someone similar to Arina. Annabeth showed up and did a sweep but there was no sign of a woman either. Percy then proceeded to tell them of the reservation, and where soon riding up an elevator to the top floor where the resteraunt lay.

As they entered, they stared in wonderment as the whole of Seattle lay below them and wide open windows circled around a large room. Little tables lined up against windows and the floor set with fine dining china and fine silk tablecloths.

"Wow." Grover said as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Mr. Wells?" A waitress said walking up to them and Percy nodded.

"Yeah."

"The table is this way Mrs. Bishop arrived ten minutes ago." she walked and the trio followed, still staring in awe.

As they approached the table they saw a very classy dressed woman. She was someone you wouldn't exactly picture living out in the woods or country. Her hair was ebony, and fell straight down her back, and her eyes where lined with precision with make up. Her skin was dark, and it was clear where Arina got her looks from. But the eyes...Mrs. Bishop's eyes were brown. Mrs. Bishop wore a purple blouse, and white trousers and it was clear from the angle that under the table she wore expensive heels on her feet. This woman...was utterly breathtaking by human standards.

Mrs. Bishop looked to the trio in wonder, her eyes narrowing into a hard trance. She then stood up at their approach and glared.

"Where is, my daughter?"