How much do you guys hate me for leaving you on a cliffhanger? Haha admit it was hilarious. Hope you're happy with this chapter.

As to answer one reviewers question, No, I did not make up Tartarus and Erebus. They are known was Primordial Gods, or the first, eldest immortals on earth. In many greek mythological creation stories, it starts out with Chaos "birthing" Gaea, and Gaea birthing Ouranus who became her husband. In others, there were many different primordial gods and goddesses who ruled the earth before the titans. Anyways, hope that answers your question.

I hope you like this next chapter. Less action that normal, but lots of explaining and training done. I think it will make things a lot more intriguing and interesting for the future of this story. Also it is more of a filler chapter, but it has its unique moments and interesting parts. Anyways, read and REVIEW.

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Annabeth's Pov:

"ZEUS! PERCY JACKSON WAS INNOCENT! WE ALL KNOW IT! YOU ARE JUST TOO STUBBORN TO ADMIT IT!" Poseidon rumbled back at Zeus' accusation of Percy. Both were fuming with rage, fists clenched and eyes burning like miniature explosions. Zeus's bolt appeared in hand while Poseidon's trident appeared in his hand. Both steaming with fury, they locked eyes with each other.

They looked about to enter battle when a bright white flashed, and everything in the room went silent.

After the flash cleared, I heard gasps across the room. I looked up from my chair in the throne room, only to gasp at what I saw. The Fates themselves, the daughters of the Primordial Goddess Ananke. They were covered in wrinkles, and held a string that was half sea-green, and the other half pitch black as night. Percy, I thought.

Grover turned pale. The gods had shocked expressions upon their faces, until Zeus and Poseidon quickly put their weapons away and knelt before them. Zeus was the first to speak.

"All hail the Fates, daughters of Ananke."

Quickly, everyone in the room knelt down. I snapped out of my trance before kneeling down as well. The gods looked reluctant to kneel before anyone, but having three ancient beings, as old as the Titans present in the room, they had no choice.

As I was kneeling, Atropos, the middle fate held up her hands.

"Do not kneel to us Olympians. We do not like to be felt as royalty," she said. Her sisters, Clotho and Lachesis, nodded in agreement. Zeus was the first to regain his wits, being the leader and all.

"What brings us the honor as to be treated by your presence?" Zeus asked. Atropos had a look on her face that clearly seemed like Zeus was an idiot. Lachesis then looked directly into the Thunder God's eyes.

"We come with grave news. Can anyone here guess whose thread of life this is?" she asked. I looked around. Many of the campers looked dumbfounded, but some of their eyes grew as realization struck them. Poseidon, however, was jumping out of his seat as he realized whose it was.

"M-my son. Percy Jackson?" he asked the three women. They nodded grimly. The gods exchanged nervous glances. Zeus looked irritated that they even brought that name up, and he was about to open his mouth when he shut it quickly after receiving a glare from my mother. I chuckled silently to myself.

"Is he, you know... dead?" asked a camper. Atropos stepped forward, thread in hand.

"No. His thread is not cut. However, he is beyond our power." As she said this, she gestured to where the string turned from green to black.

"Then what happened?" asked Poseidon with determination. Clotho sighed.

"When Zeus threw Perseus Jackson into Tartarus, we lost our vision of him. We do not know his whereabouts, are anything for that matter. But we do know something. He is immortal now," she said. My eyes widened. The only way he could be immortal was if a god gave him their sacred blessing. And if he really was that man who attacked us... oh gods.

"What do you mean, Immortal?" boomed Zeus. Hades rolled his eyes. Nico did the same, almost as if to say, no duh. They really hated Zeus, as did I. But I was smart enough to know that if you don't respect Zeus then your life will cease to exist.

"He is immortal like one of Artemis' hunters. Only able to die in combat," Atropos replied.

"But how?" asked Poseidon. I wanted to ask the same question.

"We do not know. All we do know is that mother Ananke, Primordial Goddess of Destiny and Fate, has foreseen that he is the one who will tip the scales in the upcoming battle against darkness. Whether it is for the sake of good or evil," replied Lachesis. Before any of the Olympians could ask any more questions, the same white light appeared, blinding the room. As quickly as they had come, they had left.

"A Primordial Goddess alive and at large, here on Earth? This is bad. This is really bad," my mother said. I looked at her in shock. She usually kept her cool when receiving news. I couldn't blame her though. The Primordials were thought to have faded. Being the most powerful deities on our planet, they could easily overthrow the Gods and the Pantheon of Olympus as we know it. And normally when one of a species or race is still alive... the others are as well. I shuddered. Chiron looked skittish, which was very unlike him.

"Ananke is troublesome news, I know. But they said Percy will make an impact on the an upcoming battle against darkness for the better or worse..." said Poseidon, with excitement, but full of worry. There was no telling where he was or whose side he was on. My eyes stung with tears. Oh Percy.. I should have been there for you, I thought to myself, as a sensation of dread overcame me.

"We must prepare for war. We do not know how or when it will begin, but we know it is inevitable. We were attacked by a very powerful being just a week ago, and with the Fates' warnings, we know it will be the hardest battle we have ever fought," spoke Zeus to the gods and campers. "Hephaestus, I want you to increase the defense mechanisms around Camp Half-Blood. Try to make the barrier more powerful, and add more security cameras and sensors to ensure security," Hephaestus nodded.

"We will be fighting the forces of darkness," said Zeus, nervously looking at his brothers, which was very unlike him. "The Primordial Deities are alive and at large, and if we are fighting darkness, then we are fighting a being with immense power and unrelenting force," he finished. I gasped as realization struck my face. I got some looks from the other campers who knew not what Zeus was talking about.

"We are fighting Erebus," Zeus whispered to his fellow gods, his fingers trembling. The Olympians gods and goddesses looked at each other with pure fear in their eyes. The campers wanted to find out, but Zeus held up his hand and dismissed the campers, as not to cause problems or worry. I could only worry if Percy was willing to use his vendetta against Zeus in this "upcoming war." I really hoped not.

Third Person PoV:

Percy Jackson, after sleeping for a full day and training for the past week, was slowly becoming more powerful. He could already tell that his skills were improving, as well as his powers. He had trained day in and out, involving Moros in some scenarios, and involving working as a team with Adrastos. When they fought together, no amount of automaton dummies could even touch them.

In the headquarters of the Primordial Gods, they didn't use their monsters as training because even though they reform, it takes a lot of Tartarus' power to make them reform faster. So instead, they use straw dummies, and when training intensely they use automatons, to make the situation more realistic. The automatons were about eight feet in height, and there were hundreds of them. Percy and Adrastos fought against about 50 per training session, and although they were very agile, strong, and durable, Percy and Adrastos were better.

When Percy would train with Moros, it involved fighting from on top of the great dragon and slashing at the dummies and automatons below, while Moros clawed, bit, breathed fire, and slammed his tail into him. That's one of the dangerous, and insanely difficult things about fighting a dragon of his caliber. Not only was his skin impenetrable, but he could also attack with his mouth, claws, and tail at the same time.

Percy and his dragon also would go up above ground to practice flying maneuvers, such as a certain thing Percy liked to call: Hidden Fire. They would bring ten automatons up to practice, and when on Moros, Percy would command him to fly high into the sky. The dragon would do a loop, and on the way back down, he would charge straight at the enemies at full speed. Percy would bend the shadows to make him appear behind the dummies, and he would slash away at them. However, this only worked at night, for Percy had not learned how to shadow travel in broad daylight yet.

Little did he know though, that Erebus and Tartarus had a "special," surprise that day.

After breakfast, Percy and Adrastos got ready for training. However, Percy stopped as he felt his head hurt.

Perseus, come to the spiritual chamber before you go to train. It is important and will help you with your training, spoke the voice of Tartarus in his head. Percy looked around to make sure no one else heard it.

"Hey Adrastos, I'll catch up with you. I got some stuff I got to attend to," he said.

"Alright Perce. Just don't take to long. It gets boring as Hades training alone," he said back. Percy laughed a little before turning around and walking down the great hall. He looked up at the roof, and read the ancient prophecy that the Lord of Time Chronos had foreseen and predicted centuries ago. I wonder what the other Primordials are like, he thought to himself as he entered the chamber.

Light the torches, Champion said Erebus in his deep, dark voice. Percy did as he was told, before sitting down in the middle of the room in a meditative lotus position. The dim light that coursed throughout the room was eerie.

"Clear your mind Percy, for today, we start another phase of your training," said Tartarus.

"And what is that, milord?" asked their Champion, eager to learn more from the Primordial Gods.

"We will teach you how to harness darkness, shadows, and the power behind one's name. These are very important, especially the name part," Erebus replied. Percy was confused. How could a name be so powerful?

"I know what you are wondering Perseus. How is a name as powerful as harnessing darkness. Well, I'll tell you. Think about how when someone mentions my name, Tartarus, the room grows colder, and it seems more evil is present. Has this ever happened to you?" asked Tartarus. Percy thought hard. He did remember those times when the name of the pit was mentioned, and how each and every time it was the room grew colder and you could literally feel evil in the room.

"Yes, I do. I felt like I was being watched each time," Percy replied.

"That is because you were being watched. That is some of the power being a name. Zeus, for instance, gets agitated when insulted or whatnot. If you use his name, thunder booms where there are no clouds. These are just examples, young one. You will learn to grasp this power. Not only does it make your name a fearful thing to say, but it also grants you the ability to temporarily be present wherever it is used. That is one way I have watched you, Percy," Tartarus said. Percy basically had an epiphany. No one they had known about him, and had seen his every move. Tartarus, in the Second Giant War, was mentioned frequently. As well as in the Second Titan War, how Kronos and his brothers had been freed from Tartarus. Erebus, on the other hand, wasn't mentioned as much. But he was much more powerful than Tartarus and was present when darkness was present.

"Percy. Today, you will learn how to shadow-travel, even when it is broad daylight," Erebus said. Percy smiled. This was going to be fun. "Are you ready, Champion?" he asked. Percy nodded.

"Then let's begin," Tartarus said. Percy started to breathe deeply.

"Clear your mind, Champion. You must be free of thought to be able to grasp this great knowledge and power," Percy tried to clear his mind, but he could force his mind to clear them out. He began to become frustrated.

"I can't do it," he said with shame. He hung his head before raising his chin once more with determination in his dark, orb-like eyes.

"No worry. Think of something peaceful. Do not think of nothing. Think of the lack of everything. The emptiness of space. The presence, of nothing," Tartarus replied. Percy was confused. What he just said made no sense whatsoever. But he did as he was told. Suddenly, he could feel the flow of the sea going throughout his mind, and the the tides taking the water and his thoughts away. His mind was then filled with darkness and emptiness.

"Good. Now, we will teach you how to grasp your power over darkness and shadow." Erebus' voice was speaking to Percy now. The son of Poseidon was in a trance What I want you to do is to think of becoming one with the darkness. Take control of your mind, and merge your mind, body, and flesh with the darkness." Perseus nodded, and began to concentrate on the inside of his mind. He could feel a doorway in his mind. It was shut, and he needed to open it. There were three spheres of light approaching the doorway, but the doorway held place.

"Percy, you must allow that doorway in your soul to open. Only then can you become one with the shadows," Tartarus spoke. Percy used all his willpower into opening the door with the three spheres of light. The doorway creaked open, and the lights were consumed by darkness. Percy snapped out of his trance. He was beaded with sweat.

He didn't feel the same though. He felt... different. Like he was more connected to his dim environment somehow.

"Did it work?" he asked. He could hear a faint chuckle from the two Primordials, and he frowned.

"See for yourself," the ancient god of darkness said back. Before Percy could say a word, he found himself on the soft grass of the San Francisco hills. There was a nice, broad daylight. Percy became aware that there were shadows all around him; under rocks, beside each tree. Pretty much everywhere. His senses became more acute; his eyes were more keen. He could hear slight movements from afar.

"This is incredible," he gasped, with an awestruck expression on his face.

"Now, use your new-found knowledge to shadow travel back to our headquarters," he ordered. Although standing in the middle of an open field, covered in sunshine and no darkness at all, Percy felt a lot more powerful. His face beaded with sweat, as he felt power well up within him. He was frustrated when nothing happened, except for a constant flow of power and energy building up within him.

"Good, now focus that power into darkness and shadow," Erebus voiced. Percy took in the information, as he converted this growing energy inside of him into thoughts of darkness. His eyes were closed with concentration, but as he opened his eyes he saw that he was surrounded with shadows outlining his body. Whoa, he thought.

"Now travel back to Tartarus."

From there Percy knew that all he had to do was focus on the spiritual chamber he was on only minutes before. He felt his body fade into darkness as the shadowy outline around him bent, and disappeared.

Percy stepped out of the shadows in the same, dimly lit room he was once in.

"That was sick," he gaped, looking at his hands with happy look on his face. He was about to try it out again before Tartarus' voice ordered him to relax and sit in the lotus position in the middle of the room. Percy did so reluctantly, but he knew he would have to wait to keep practicing it. Anyway, Tartarus would probably teach something really cool to Percy.

"Is it time to learn the power behind one's name. Like I said earlier, the room grows colder and fills with my presence when one says my name, Tartarus." As he said that, Percy Jackson noticed the temperature drop. "Like what just happened there," he added. Percy nodded. "Now I will tell you why. Since ancient times, a name has made a specific person or entity unique in their own way. Godly beings and immortal beings, all who are descendants and children of Chaos, the Creator, have a little more power over this ancient ability to be present in the general are of when people utter your name or title.

"Some of the reasons that many people do not know for this are that all intelligent life on earth: mortals, nymphs, demigods, gods, Titans, Primordial Gods, monsters and creatures, all have a sixth-sense to this. Have you ever heard that old superstition, 'you always know when someone is talking about you,'?" Percy thought about it, and realized that many times has he gotten the feeling he was being discussed or talked about. Even now he had that feeling.

"Yes lord Tartarus," he said.

"That is because you, being an intelligent life-form, do have that sixth-sense. However, direct spawn of Primordial Gods and Goddesses have the ability more so than mortals. That doesn't mean, however, that you as a demigod cannot master this art. I am a very powerful deity, and because of this it is much easier to find the source of people talking about me, fill the room with my presence to let them know to watch their backs (for intimidation reasons), and then proceed to spy on them.

"The basics, like I said, are to locate the source of where they are mentioning your name. You must telepathically pinpoint the location of where you believe it is happening. There should be a flash of power inside your mind, like a signal flare coming from a location. You must focus on the source of this so called flare. Once located, you must pour your energy into not physically, but spiritually travelling there.

"This seems difficult, but is not. Just focus on your body staying in one place while your mind wanders. The next thing is to go ahead and listen for as long as possibly. That is the difficult part. It should tire you out immensely. However, to listen and to insert your presence into a certain place are two very different things. In a short amount of practice of this, you should be able to make your presence known in your unique way, without any strain or stress to your mind. However, listening on one's conversation requires immense amounts of energy, and a very strong will-power," Tartarus lectured. Percy, all this time had mentally taken notes and tried his best to memorize this order. He focused on ignoring his ADHD, but it kept on trying to make him focus on other, less important things.

"Try it now, Perseus," Tartarus said. "Ease your mind and relax. I am sure you are a very popular subject for discussion," the spirit of the abyss mocked, adding a small laugh to it afterwards. Percy's cheeks turned red before returning to their natural pigment.

He began to focus his mind, and clear it using the technique he was taught earlier. He though of the sea and its currents, pulling his thoughts away from him. Once done, Percy began to focus, breathing in and out, with his eyes closed shut. He relaxed his muscles and his mind. He could feel flares of energy pulsing from afar. He tried to pinpoint them but to no avail.

"Focus Percy. Think of the closest place you might hear your name," Tartarus said encouragingly. Percy thought about the closest demigods to the San Francisco area. Of course, Camp Jupiter was within 100 miles of Tartarus. He tried to image a view of Camp Jupiter from above, which he had only seen from the Argo II. Once captured, he could feel soft glowing spots coming from the Camp. He tried to envision where but he could not.

"Try again," he said. Percy nodded, before looking at the mental image of Camp Jupiter. He so the little Tiber, the Field of Mars, and New Rome. However, a large pulse was coming from the senate building. Percy cleared his mind, and willed his energy and essence into the location. What happened next astonished him.

He could see the entire senate room, but not from one angle. He had a full 360 degree angle of the room, with a 3D view. It was more marvelous than anything he had ever experienced before, besides swimming in the deep ocean of course. That reminds me, I need to do that, he thought to himself. But he immediately refocused when the image began to fade from his lack of concentration. He could see Octavian, the worse augur ever and a huge pain the ass for Percy. He spotted the praetors Jason and Reyna, and the Centurions he knew; Frank, Hazel and Dakota.

He could hear words but they were faint. He willed his energy to balance more towards auditory than visionary, and although his image blurred out of focus slightly, he could hear everything with precision.

"Remember soldiers of Rome," boomed Reyna's voice. "You may not, I repeat, MAY NOT, leave camp grounds under any circumstances, until it is more safe to exit the premises. It too dangerous being so close to the pit," she must be talking about Tartarus, he though, "and there are many odd and powerful species of monsters roaming the Berkeley hills. This crime is punishable by house-arrest," she finished. Jason stood up and thanked Reyna for her wise words.

"Also, we have news that the former Hero of Olympus, Percy Jackson, is going to be the deciding factor in a soon to come war. This is knowledge from the Olympians themselves," Jason said. However, Percy noticed that when his name was mentioned, the lighting in the room began to grow dimmer, and a slight darkness washed over the hall. The senators looked around suspiciously and oblivious to the fact that Percy was spying. There was also a faint smell of salt-water in the room. Far out, he thought to himself. He looked around once more before the image began to fade.

Next thing he knew, he was back in Tartarus, soaked with sweat and fatigued greatly. His head throbbed, and he quickly looked around for his ambrosia packets he kept with his jacket that he had removed before the training started. He fumbled through his clothing until he picked out four ambrosia squares, and ate away at them. It tasted like Mexican food for some reason, but it was still very appealing.

In the blink of an eye Percy was back on his feet.

"Good work, Champion. You are already a more powerful Champion than me or my brother could ever have imagined. I hope you use your new skills well," he said, implying that he wanted Percy to spy some more. "Now go get some rest before dinner. I'm sure you'll be needed around them. In the meantime, I will be meeting with Erebus, so do not interrupt me."

"Yes, master Tartarus," Percy said, before bowing his head and walking out of the room. He had a mad grin on his face as he walked down the hall. Exhausted and sweaty, he went to take a shower. He entered his "chamber," which he liked to call it, and opened his bathroom door. He stripped off his gross clothes, and entered the overhead rain shower that was somehow in the pit of Tartarus. He couldn't feel any plumbing, so it must have been magical. He willed the water to wet his skin, and he felt rejuvenated by the water.

After five or ten minutes he turned off the water, willed his body to be dry, and put on some clean, black clothes, matching his obsidian eyes. He lay on his bed and tried to get some rest, trying to think on what Tartarus had said.

In a short amount of practice of this, you should be able to make your presence known in your unique way, without any strain or stress to your mind. Did that mean he could subconsciously listen in on other's conversation mentioning him, even when asleep? Or whenever someone said the name, Percy Jackson, they would smell salt-water and the room would grow dimmer? His philosophical insights eventually brought him into a deep sleep. What he didn't know, however, was that he was about to find out the answers.

How'd you like it? Too Confusing? I wanted to add some of my originality to the story, instead of following mainstream Percy/ Primordial plotlines. And the powers seemed basic, so I wanted to add some Pizzazz, so to say. Anyway, the next chapter should be up by friday. This was more of a filler, adding some new abilities and all, but the next one will introduce some new, super-duper hardcore monsters called Wyrms. Link is on my profile. Sort of dragons, sort of not. You'll find out. They'll be AWESOME.

MORE monsters coming in the next few chapters. Some original, and most thanks to Wacko12, who has the decency and contributive attitude to suggest monsters for the story. Thanks again, Wacko12.

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