Wrath awoke to silence. He blinked for a few moments as he tried to force away the last few dregs of sleep before rolling out of bed. His armor flashed on the moment he stood upright, its weight bringing a sense of comfort and completion to the warrior.

A quick glance around his simple but cozy bedroom showed that he was alone. He vaguely remembered Hestia guiding him into the bed before unconsciousness claimed him. She wasn't here now and with a brief thought he felt around the house and then into the surrounding canyon. He could feel the hunters camped in the clearing he'd created earlier but they were the only other beings he could sense.

He thought for a moment about what he should do. He'd just been doing whatever felt right since he finished his house but now he wasn't sure what to do. The hunters would keep any monsters from entering the canyon as they were camped pretty much dead center in the only route in. He didn't feel like searching abroad for something to fight, for that matter he didn't really feel like fighting in general.

That was strange for him. Usually his constantly burning anger pushed him to fight anything he could. Currently even though the fire was still burning he didn't feel the need to fight.

Shrugging he left the small cabin and headed into the woods behind it. A well worn trail lead from the back of the cabin towards the mountainside closest to the cabin. He followed the trail up the mountain for several minutes before arriving at the only other structure in the canyon.

From the outside it didn't look like much. The exterior walls were made from rough sawn logs, tightly fitted to keep the interior safe from the weather. The structure was large, even bigger than the cabin was, and for good reason.

Opening the large barn style door Wrath waved a hand. Heavy shutters opened in the ceiling, allowing the sunlight in to the room. The light revealed a workshop to give Hephaestus's personal workshop some competition.

All manner of tools covered the walls, while a plethora of workbenches and heavier, larger tools were scattered around the floor. The room was significantly larger than should be possible even given the large exterior. The explanation for this came in the form of dozens of runes carved into the wooden ceiling and walls.

It was a fun form of magic that Hestia had taught him. It was something that many gods knew about as they used it greatly in the construction of Olympus. The spell couldn't make infinite space as that would require too much power to be effective. No, the spell simply multiplied the space that already existed. Wrath didn't understand entirely how it worked and to be honest he didn't really care. It made his workshop possible and that's all that mattered to him.

Stepping further into the workshop he closed the doors firmly before removing his armor. It only got in the way when he worked and it wasn't needed with the hunters effectively standing guard.

Moving around the workshop, now clad in a simple pair of cargo pants and a t-shirt he set to work. He had much he wanted to do and not much time left to do it.

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Hestia and Artemis POV

The two maiden goddesses marched down the white marble streets of Olympus. Hestia's face was grim but determined while Artemis's was confused but slightly curious. She hadn't questioned her aunt after they left Wrath but had quickly given her hunters orders to set up camp and then followed Hestia to Olympus.

Hestia seemed to have a specific destination in mind as she wove her way through the streets but Artemis could only guess at what that destination was.

It was several minutes later when Hestia finally stopped in front of a large door. Artemis, who had been trying to puzzle out her aunt's behavior, took several moments to recognize the building. While I can't say I'm surprised I wasn't exactly expecting this, she thought.

Looming over them was the largest library in the greek and roman world which also just happened to be Athena's palace. Hestia stepped forward and knocked loudly on the door, her small fist making more noise than it should've been able to.

Only moments after she knocked the door opened to reveal Athena herself. "I guessed you would seek me out," she said as she waved them inside. Hestia and Artemis followed as Athena lead them deeper into her palace before they arrived at a large set of double doors.

Athena pushed them open to reveal a place that would be the highest form of heaven for any bibliophile lucky enough ti see it. Shelves of books stretched out seemingly endlessly. Here was the heart of Olympic knowledge. Nearly every book ever written had a copy here, although there were many that Athena did not put in her archive as she deemed them unimportant.

Athena lead the other goddesses over to a small table that was covered in stacks of books. "I guessed that you would becoming and I also guessed what you would be seeking. These books contain everything I have about the magic similar to the magic that is currently killing Wrath," she said as she gestured at the table.

"Unfortunately I only had time to collect assemble them here and have not managed to read them."

Hestia nodded gratefully. "That's fine, will you be willing to help us look through them?" she asked politely. Artemis groaned internally at how she'd been roped into her aunt's research project but said nothing out loud.

Athena replied with a quick nod. "I would be more than happy to help you look."

Athena and Hestia quickly sat at the table before selecting a book and beginning to read. Artemis reluctantly followed their example, grumbling the whole time in her head about the unfairness of it all.

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Wrath was finishing up his latest project when he heard the door to his workshop creak open. He never oiled the hinges as it gave him a warning if anyone entered. He didn't turn to face the door and merely continued to work.

A gasp echoed through the room as the door finished opening, before slow footsteps sounded on the wood floor.

"That impressive pinecone face," Wrath asked as he continued to work. It was silent for a minute, the only sound coming from Wrath as he worked. Finally he finished and turned, wiping his hands on a rag as he did.

Thalia stood in the doorway, her jaw slack in astonishment. Wrath couldn't tell what exactly had surprised her so much, whether it was the workshop, him, or his project. Shrugging he began cleaning up as he left Thalia to get over the shock.

He was putting the last tool on the shelf when she spoke up. "She looks so real," she whispered in awe.

Her shock had come from his project then. Turning back to it he gave it a once over. Wrath thought he'd done a pretty good job considering he'd never actually met her.

Towering in a large open area of the floor was an immense statue. It's raised hand reached nearly to the ceiling of the workshop while the base was almost twice as wide as Wrath was tall. But the size was a minor detail when one looked at the beauty of the statue.

Working from memories Percy shared with him Wrath had painstakingly chiseled out the statue. It had taken more than a few lessons from Hephaestus and some experimenting but he'd finally gotten the result he wanted.

Annabeth Chase, immortalized in stone stood before them. One hand held a knife and was raised in a silent charge, the other held a simple Yankees cap. Her face was determined but held an air of incredible intelligence as she stared out at her unseen enemies.

Wrath had chiseled out most of it by hand just so he could get the details as perfect as possible. He'd used a combination of his fire powers and Percy's water powers to smooth and shape the stone in many areas. This gave the stone a natural polish that was hard to replicate with tools.

Engraved into the pedestal Annabeth stood on was a simple message: "In memory of Wise Girl. Here's your 'something permanent' may you see it one day."

Wrath hadn't been certain what to write originally but then had suddenly been forced into the backseat by Percy. He'd then watched was Percy inscribed the message into the stone before isolating himself again without a single word.

It had taken another few lessons from Hecate but he'd learned several runes and spells that he'd layered into the stone repeatedly as he shaped it. With Hephaestus's help he'd managed to hide the magic in the stone, leaving a seemingly normal statue.

But while it appeared normal the statue was so much more that just a statue. Wrath had poured even more power into it than he'd done for his cabin. It was meant to act much as Thalia's tree did at camp, creating a barrier that kept monsters out. This one was slightly different however given that it would stop everything hostile short of a primordial from entering.

He wanted the canyon to be a safe haven for demigods and this was his solution. A memorial for Annabeth that would protect others like she had done in life. He's even worked with Hestia and named the canyon on Olympus's maps as Chase Canyon. It wasn't named on mortal maps as the mist prevented them from finding it but that just made it a better haven.

Wrath's musings were interrupted by Thalia walking towards the statue. He watched as she circled it, analyzing it carefully in awe as if she expected it to suddenly move. Finally after finishing her examination of the statue she turned to face Wrath.

"You're not Percy, right?" she asked.

"Correct. Same body, technically same soul, but different consciousnesses," Wrath explained carefully. He wasn't sure what she'd been told by Artemis or what she'd do with the information. Percy's memories seemed to indicate she was unpredictable, especially when her emotions ran high.

"Why the statue then?" Thalia questioned, her face expressionless.

Wrath thought for a moment as he considered his words carefully. It wouldn't be fun to have to clean up after a fight in here so he needed to keep from upsetting her. "She is important to Percy and while he and I are mostly separate entities we share a lot. And as far as I know she still is a symbol of hope among the demigods," Wrath explained slowly, trying to gauge Thalia's emotions.

The daughter of Zeus said nothing for a long time as she mulled over his words. Finally she gestured around the workshop. "What's with this place? Artemis and several of the other gods said you were anger personified or something like that, so why all this?" She asked, gesturing around the room.

Wrath took a moment to answer as he tried to think of how to explain it. "I am the personification of anger, or at least Percy's anger. Thus I am in a constant stage of rage which isn't always pleasant. This place soothes me and allows me to vent some of that anger," he said finally.

Thalia again was silent for a while before shrugging. "Whatever, not my place to judge. Some of the hunters do yoga to vent so this isn't that strange," she said indifferently. "Where are you going to put the statue and how in Hades do you plan on getting it there?"

Wrath smiled at that. "I planned on putting it in the mouth of the canyon, as for how I'm going to move it you'll just have to wait and see," he said with a wink and a grin, both of which looked out of place on his naturally angry face.

A/N:Whew, that was a rough chapter to write. This is the 6th version because I just couldn't figure out how exactly I wanted to take it. I still haven't decided whether I'm gonna kill Wrath or not but I've got a few things I want to do before I reach that point. Anyways, thanks for all the people who have left reviews for me, I greatly appreciate the feedback. And thanks to anyone who reads this mess of a story.