My name is Pollux Molas.

I am eternally trapped, eternally imprisoned. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I could have prevented it. All of it. But I will never know, nor will Olympus or Zeus himself. And still, I still dream about the day the Omega would rise. To protect what I stood for, everything I cared about. To punish the weak. To avenge my time spent here.

And as I watch everything from out someone else's eyes, someone who is but is not me, I see something. Something just beyond my understanding. Something so close, yet so far. I try to move and touch the warmth radiating from it, but I forgot that I was chained. I would make Zeus pay for this. I promise. (But to whom? a nagging voice asks.)

The thing was moving towards me. It rippled, and darted away as every time I attempted to look at it straight-on. I could now feel the heat, relaxing my bones, filling my body.

Risssssse, my friend.

It was like my brain jolted awake. I was in full control over my-no, a stranger's body. I clenched and unclenched by fingers, marveled by feeling the fluid motion. Being frozen in time takes its toll, I guess.

I looked around my environment: some luxurious room, I would assume. While there were plenty of traditional Greek objects and decor, there were interesting things: a rectangle showing moving images and sounds, a box that dispensed warm air, a machine that had a lever that you could pull down and watch it pop back up.

How did I get here? What form was I in? Was this one of Zeus' tricks?

"There you are." I looked at the open doorway, where he was waiting. "Can I come in?"

Of course, I said, for there was no other answer. I was, after all, presumably in this person's house.

"Look yourself in the mirror, Molas," he said. I remembered him. Somewhere, before all of it….

I looked myself in the mirror, as told. There stood a young adult, with bright, sea green eyes. Ruffled black bangs covered a bit of them, giving this body a shy but powerful edge to it.

"Why, hello again, Perseus Jackson."


Annabeth's PoV

I was about halfway across Westminster Bridge when the harpies attacked.

Up to then me and Rachel were having a pretty good time wandering around Britain. We shopped a little, ate a little Duck & Waffle, and watched seagulls pick off fish. Of course, a little half-heartedly, because the camp was out looking (more like hunting) for us plus Percy's life was on the line. Yep, just a little.

Our flight to Rome was delayed when we arrived in London due to refueling problems and we were given at least half a day to wander around the city. The Big Ben loomed in the distance as cars drove by bicyclists. Couples sat around little umbrella tables and ate, making me long for Percy.

Rachel had a prediction where Percy was-but she wasn't telling me until she "knows for sure." She was reading a tourist map, shaded from the sun by a wide-rimmed sunhat. My Yankee cap, unfortunately, was no help in blocking the sun in anything.

"There," she said, pointing at the Big Ben. "That's where we should be headed."

I had no objections. After all, the Big Ben was a magnificent work of architecture especially without the technology of today, and I've never really been there before. I have been kind of busy.

I followed Rachel onto the Westminster Bridge. The bridge was worth the mention, too. The current bridge was 820 feet long with a width of 85 feet! It is seven-arch wrought iron bridge, with Gothic detailing by Charles Barry. Of course, I inspected it carefully-the length-width proportion, the Gothic style mixed with modern, etc, etc.

So that's why I didn't notice the harpies until Rachel let out a yell and pointed up at the sky. Her voice snapped me out of my stupor and drew my sword, my mouth open in shock as I stared above us. Harpies were flying above us like a swirling black tornado, like vultures before a kill.

I raised my sword to defend myself, but forgot that Rachel was unarmed. Two harpies flew down like seagulls diving for fish and plucked Rachel from the ground. Rachel screamed and struggled, however she was lifted up into the mass.

No time to worry about that now. Five harpies, sensing that I was more dangerous, flew at me with talons outstretched. I sliced one in half, dodged another one. Two tried to gang up on me, but I stabbed one of them, then spun around and cut the other one. The two remaining retreated warily, as monster dust gently showered around me.

There was the sound of polite clapping. "Well played, Annabeth Chase," a gentle voice murmured. Said. My heart literally stopped, and a chill ran down my spine. I turned around, and looked down both ends of the bridge. Nothing. Because I was sure I had just heard Percy.

I was thinking that maybe I had finally lost it, just like I had lost Percy because of my pride. I was about to just resign to whatever evil was after me when I suddenly noticed him. He was literally perched on one of the bridge supports, like a cat. He had the same crooked grin, the same sea scent. He smiled longingly. "Always the top of the class. I'm still betting my money on you." (A/N: Hunger Games reference! I might be doing one of those after this project!)

"Percy!" I yelled, and time seemed to slow as I stumbled towards him. There were so many things I wanted to tell him, so many things that couldn't be communicated through words. "I'm so sorry-" I began, but he cut me off with one finger to my lips. His fingers were ice cold, and like a mist instead of flesh. He looked into my eyes, and I realized that he understood. I was forgiven.

Percy smiled sadly, shook his head, as bit by bit he turned into a sea breeze and gently drifted away. Rain began pouring, wetting my clothes, but I didn't care. The harpies were gone, somehow, and Rachel was at my side.

When the City of London Police arrived in response to an "insane bird attack" all they found was one girl sobbing on her knees and the other hugging her tight, both drenched in rain.


I know what you're thinking. OMG, did he just release a story in 8 days?! That's like, insane! But yeah, I mean, I got a lot of free time and all. So consider this an early Christmas present, or whatever holiday you celebrate!

Love, Percabeth, and Pertel-icious,

~~codyericlee