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Chapter 10: The organized end of Perseus Jackson

Before I get into the main part of this chapter, I'd like to start with different people's Point of View about the previous one.

Hestia's Point of View:

Before we could celebrate Perseus' return, before his friends could spend some time with him after months being away, he had already left again, faster than I expected. It was sad. Everything was gloomy. A day had passed since Perseus' "rebel" and everyone was too stunned or angry to do anything about the surprised shocking unbelievable thing that the son of Poseidon had done, or to be exact, had pretended to do. The sky was shaken madly with violent flashing thunders coming from my power-thirst brother, Zeus. No-one dared to approach the coast these days anymore because of the sea's indescribable frustration; the water was completely gray. Everyone expressed their emotions by torturing these others; especially the powerful ones and the damages along with consequences were for the weaker to bear. When Perseus revealed his plan to me the day he brought Plasma Knight, my youngest sister to camp, I had foolishly hoped that there might be a chance someone would doubt his actions when he pulled up the act, but no-one did…

Plasma Knight. I couldn't stop asking questions about that mysterious girl. She was my father's offspring with a mortal, something that was beyond my wildest imagination. He hardly ever got close to the living creatures beneath the Underworld let alone having relationship with a mortal, and that unbelievably strong and daring woman had survived long enough to give this child life. Despite the fact Plasma was a half-mortal; the power lied inside her was just as scary as father's himself. When I first observed her appearance, her actions, I'd thought she was daughter of a minor god, but when Percy told her to trust me (convinced would be closer to this situation), she showed me her power with time. My siblings, we didn't possess the power that our father had, but this girl, she had almost mastered it skillfully without passing out. Flawlessly, that was how she performed her power. During the conversation, I'd discovered that she had a shameful unacceptable lack of emotions. There were a few times she actually showed a bit of sadness, or agreement with some statements that Percy said, but the rest, completely blank. I'd decided to give her my blessing, which was something that I'd never done before. A part of me wanted to give Percy the same blessing as well, but fire and water wasn't a good combination in one individual. But I knew for sure that the opposite powers the two children possessed would not separate them in any way but would eventually form a closer relationship between them. To use my gift, Plasma must have strong emotions and I had faith in Percy that he was able to teach her that. I hoped that Nike would show mercy towards those daring selfless fighters…

Annabeth's Point of View:

I couldn't believe what had happened the previous day. It was utterly impossible, but it happened, right in front of our eyes, not to mention the gods'. Who was that boy who looked like Perseus Jackson? He couldn't be the caring, kind, carefree guy who saved Olympus months ago! But despite how illogical it was, that was Seaweed Brain who cursed the gods, destroyed the cabins and sided with our enemies with Kronos' daughter. He had also got away with all of those! I, of course, strongly agreed with my mother, the goddess of wisdom that Percy needed to be stopped, and I would take a big part in that mission. I hated him for ignoring me for that monster. I hated him for humiliating my honor. I'd make sure he learnt the most important lesson of his life: "You don't want to become the enemy of Athena and her children."

Poseidon's Point of View:

My mind was filled with tons of questions. Why? How? When? Where? After months spending time in Roman camp, Perseus came back and became a completely different person. First, he talked like a total mature adult and acted so calmly and collected. After that, he broke out of camp to rescue son of Hades then going back with… with a half-mortal, half-titan child who happened to be a daughter of my father. Was that my son? The one who sacrificed so much for Olympus, for Camp Half-blood, for friends? Was that Perseus Jackson, the savior of Olympus? He even threw away Riptide, his powerful trustworthy sword, a very precious gift I gave him! And he also called his own mother, Sally Jackson, a stupid person! What had happened? I couldn't believe anything! I, the god of the seas, refused to believe in any of this. No, this had to be a big mistake. But for now, I didn't have a son.

Nico's Point of View:

Destruction. That was what left of camp after Perseus Jackson took his leave with that daughter of Kronos, Pearl McKnight. Of all people on this planet, that son of Poseidon was siding with Gaea and her children. Where had the world come to? I didn't know what to think, or to do, or to feel. It was too fuzzy after the incident. When did Percy know how to create a water barrier that could fight against the gods? And that girl, she had no troubles freezing time in her young age. It must be our eyes fooling our eyes fooling our minds. It couldn't be real, it just couldn't. But then, Perseus Jackson, the son of Poseidon, savior of Olympus, slayer of countless monsters, a bunch of other titles, you name it, had done every impossible thing that this life threw at him and successfully got out of it alive, so all I could do now was accept the fact that he had changed. There were lots of buts. His fatal flaw was loyalty, and people lost count how many times he nearly got himself killed with that weakness, so how could he side with the enemies? There must be a reasonable explanation for the past few days, for this whole thing, this chaos of endless madness. People were losing themselves. I was losing it, too. I'd lost everything nearly, my sister, Bianca; my mother and my half-sister, Hazel was one of the seven and now Percy Jackson, the cousin who was a brother to me in everything but blood. Wait, I doubted that the seven could work together now since the most important member had switched side. So everything was unpredictable. Sitting in this place and doing nothing was definitely not the right thing to do, that was one thing I knew for sure but except that, I knew nothing. What was happening? Then I made a decision, I was going to find out myself. Perseus Jackson had to do a lot of explaining soon.

Olympus:

The council was sitting on their thrones at the 600th floor of Empire State Building. Their discussion was obviously about the incident that took place earlier at camp Half-blood. Saying that Zeus, Lord of the sky was furious wasn't even close to fact. He was ready to banish Perseus Jackson to Tartarus anytime and anywhere right then and there. He was berserk and shocked that a demi-god was able to survive his Lightning Bolt. The fact that he had a sister who was half-mortal was beyond any lousy fictions. The other Olympians were anxious at the threats they were in. The most powerful demi-god along with a strange new powerful figure who happened to be Zeus' sister was in Gaea's side and was on the way to destroy Olympus. They could never think of the day that Perseus Jackson went against his family and friends, ever. But it did, and they hadn't prepared for it. Actually, almost half of them did but they didn't expect that he was powerful enough to escape them. The gods had underestimated the son of Poseidon badly. Zeus boomed:

"We're gathered here today to discuss about two serious threats: Perseus Jackson son of Poseidon and the other one, known as Pearl McKnight, daughter of Kronos."

"He's NOT my son anymore, Zeus!" – shouted Poseidon, causing a small earthquake somewhere on Earth while Zeus rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Poseidon, you used to be…"

"DON'T even talk about it, Zeus. I'm not in the mood right now. Just get straight to the point."

"Fine, we have to track them down and make sure that they don't live long enough to accomplish their goals." – announced Zeus, looking around for any disagreement.

"But right now we don't even have a clue about their where-being, father. I think we don't need to do anything yet because they would surly come to us." – said Athena wisely, looking at Poseidon with an unreadable expression, something mixed between anger, sympathy and disdain?

"We can't wait, Athena. I refuse to let them have their move first." – protested Zeus immediately. – "We'll find them; no-one has ever hid from us for more than three days."

"You're right, father. My huntresses and I would make sure of that. We would bring Perseus Jackson and Pearl McKnight to their right place, specifically their heads." – stated Artemis with danger clear in her voice. No-one messed with her. Thalia had a strong determination of taking down the traitor whom she had called "cousin". Perseus Jackson must die.

Percy's Point of View:

"HAH, I must say grandchild, it was the most fascinating play ever since the beginning of the universe! You two are surly good liars. You'll have a glorious destiny ahead of you if you join me."

I was surrounded the dark, and Kronos' voice was the only thing that I sensed. Getting stuck in my own mind was such a pathetic accident; my emotions must have become his advantages again.

"Are you DEAF, grandpa? Or do you even understand language? The answer's NO and always be NO! Now LEAVE me alone!" – I growled.

"Oh Perseus, don't you recognize the truth? You're already alone! Things are just like the way you planned, your foolish family and friends were tricked by the little play you pulled up! And this old titan must remind you, all you used were words coming from your mouth and you didn't even harm them yet but they've already known for sure that you've changed sides! Tell me, what kind of family is that?" – laughed Kronos and I could feel the smirk of satisfaction forming on his lips.

"Of course they're turning against me, it's what I want!" – I hugged my head and shouted, but it sounded like I was persuading myself more than responding to his theory.

"Oh really, grandchild? I'm in your mind. I know that a small part of you hoped that they won't buy the lies and instead recognize the truths before things even begin! Am I right, Perseus?"

"No, you're WRONG!" – declined Percy loudly, but he was unsure. Everything was confusing, crazy and totally insane.

"You're not a dump demi-god, Jackson. I believe that you're wise enough to see the undeniable truth, that you're doing this for nothing. Loneliness is everything you have now. I guess I'll make sure…"

"PERCY, it's over." – Something held me back before I went mad with Kronos. The darkness was fading away quickly and the voice was retreating to the back of my brain. But I refused to stuck in another dream.

"Grandpa, I'm NOT alone!" – I mumbled weakly, struggling against someone's hold on me.

"Stop it, we did it." – Her soothing voice comforted my soul again, and I gave in to her contact.

My heavy eyelids slowly opened and took in my surroundings. The cold air, the magical tent of Plasma, the softness of clothes, the gentle smell of her hair brought me back to reality. We were in Alaska, where the gods couldn't reach us. Even the temperature was low, there was sweat on my forehead and I was panting pathetically.

"Easy there, Percy. If you bleed anymore I'm afraid you won't have any blood left in your body." – She stated calmly, using a cloth to clean my cheeks gently and slowly.

What did she mean by…? That was when I realized the small tube with red liquid under my chin. I was about the open my mouth to ask when she answered my question:

"You're crying tears of blood again, Percy. We really need to work on your emotions."

"I agree." – I nodded lightly and had a closer look with the surrounding. There was a small fire next to us inside the tent and it was what kept the temperature comfortable. – "You made fire with stones?"

She was startled with my question which was weird. Making a fire wasn't something bad. I raised my eyebrow and thought of another way. It was awkward that she stared at me with an unreadable expression while I avoided her eyes to find an answer. It was just like the other evening when we talked to Lady Hestia about the next step of the plan. And… Wait a second… Lady Hestia. The goddess of Hearth had given Plasma's a blessing that night. Could this be…?

"Plasma, kid, did that fire come out of nowhere?"

Slowly she nodded and turned to another direction. Then she closed her eyes suddenly, focusing on something. I again experienced an unclear emotion but after a few seconds, it got stronger a bit and I could felt the intensiveness of it. Anger. That was it. I remembered the moment when Zeus threw his lightning bolt at me and Plasma lost it. She was absolutely furious when it happened that her powers got out of her reach, creating serious damages to the cabins. A change of air shook me out of our minds when flames came out of thin air. They landed gracefully and beautifully on Plasma's palm and danced happily. After that, Plasma hesitantly threw the flame down into the fireplace and the fire in it grew bigger. Without my notice, my jaw was dropped. Quickly closing it, I was beaming like a dreamer.

"That was brilliant, kid. Now we have another advantage."

"I don't like it, Percy. It's annoying." – She stood up and looked around mindlessly.

"How so, Plasma? It's a useful power. You could really use it in lots of things." – I told her softly, making her understand that she could ignore it if she wanted, but it was something that was worth to wield.

"I can't have it without having those weaknesses."

"You mean the emotions?" – I was confused at first, but then realization hit me.

Of course, Hestia's power or perhaps most powers required emotions to be unleashed strongly and successfully. And unluckily for Plasma, she wasn't the type who was okay with confusing feelings. But in this case, she needed them and for me, I needed to lock them in. We were having opposite problems.

"This is crap."

"Everything is, isn't it?" – She looked at me, trying to calculate how many more times I would say that "strange" word.

"I guess that statement only fits us, kid." – I sighed. – "How long was I out?" – The subject needed to be changed.

"A day; my creator pestered us right after you slain the fragment of ruby." – I made a face and she eyed me carefully, analyzing my expressions. – "In case you're wondering, we're a few miles away from a city called Ambler in Alaska."

"Oh, how do you know? Don't tell me that you've already swallowed an Atlas book during your time at camp." – I made a small joke, but it was unsuccessful since camp made me flinch.

"Discovering things won't hurt." – shrugged Plasma. – "I can feel the time zone changes. It's about four hours earlier here than in New York."

"Care to explain that, kid? I'm not a brain child."

"It means that it's about 9 a.m. in New York right now but here it's 5 a.m. on the same day." – She looked at me, trying to tell if I understood or not.

"Okay, that's weird. It's like travelling back in time, but time still goes on." – It was a dumb statement but Plasma nodded.

"You got that right." – Plasma faked a smile, I could tell since her eyes never went along with that smile. – "So we're good to go, right? I mean you, specifically." - She continued.

I wanted to ask her if she'd had any sleep since our leave but it was too obvious that her answer would be "I don't need to sleep". No time to waste and since Kronos was leaving me alone; we had to jump into actions as fast as possible.

"Right, so now we're safe from the gods for a while. No need to rush since this game is six months long. Our first priority is to make sure nothing goes wrong with my family and friends during this bet. So according to the plan, we need fake identities and appearances."

"That's not a big problem since they never know my real name to begin with so just call me Plasma from now on." – She said, with a hint of pride in her voice.

"You really like that name, don't you kid?" – I asked smirkly but I felt warm inside; for likely the first time, someone approved my idea before it was pulled into action.

It was unexpected that she stared at me for a while like I said something wrong. An urge of apologizing hit me in the gut even I didn't know what mistake was but I did it anyway. Before the sound could escape my throat:

"What kind of question is that, dummy?" – The way her tone travelled through the air, it was like… she was actually an emotional girl.

"Where… did you… learn that, Plasma?" – I stammered, her question replayed in my mind over and over again.

"Ma told me that when I asked her something." – She tilted her head, looking at my stunned expression. It must be hard for her to see my confusion, too.

"Do you mind telling me what your question was, kid?" – I asked hesitantly, blinking my eyes to prevent myself from expressing guilt, but it was futile since if the emotion was strong enough, Plasma could easily feel it as well.

"Why do I exist?" – She answered, absolutely emotionlessly like she was explaining a very normal fact to me, but I could see a slight hint of hurt in her deep blue eyes. Despite the depth of them, I was willing to dive into that cliff to find out what was in it.

It was like an annoying thing sliced through my nerves, making me feels like I couldn't just accept that fact but needed to change it. Without receiving any visions from the little girl in front of me, I could imagine a little kid, still in her innocent age, asked her mother a four-word question. Why do I exist? Before I realized anything, a felt my cheeks were warmed up by something. Spending time with Plasma was forming me into the person I was before I came to camp Jupiter, expressing myself freely, to her only at least. That salty water, why it always threatened to come out?

"Percy, what did I say?" – Oh crap, now she was worried about me.

"No Plasma, it was me who said something." – I wrapped her arms around her, lifted her up from the ground. Everything became light to me after the damn quest for Hera. – "Have you found the answer for that yet, kid?"

Again, the daughter of Kronos gave me a strange look. The freaky thing was she never betrayed anything that allowed me to predict what she might say or feel. Then again, that creep smile from her lips again, but there was something in the eye. Stubbornness, strength and the will to fight, surprisingly, the sparkling light of playfulness was in there as well.

"You already gave me the answer, Percy."

"I did?" – Quickly I changed my expression into a joking one, but the inside was still completely gloomy. I didn't remember having a similar conversation with her. Surly I talked to her a lot, more than I used to do with Annabeth since Plasma never judged me for anything I said.

"Just ask the question, hero." – She planted her hand on my shoulder, squeezed it.

I was about to object the nickname hero but I knew that wasn't what she wanted to hear. I didn't even know what she even wanted me to ask. Sometimes I wished I had just one billionth of Athena's brain, but based on what happened for the past few years, the reason I survived was that my brain was different from the others, and also my heart. And Plasma was with me because the same reason, she was nothing like normal people out there, even demi-gods. After all, Kronos was however right, but not completely. It was supposed to be we were alone, NOT I was alone. And we here meant Plasma and I.

"Why do we exist?" – Four words got out of my throat, loudly and clearly, strongly and surly.

"To fight, to sacrifice, to die."

It surprisingly made sense.

A/N: There you go, the tenth chapter! There might be more actions in the next chapter, but you have to read to find out! Thank you for everyone who reads and leaves reviews! The most IMPORTANT thing to do after read this chapter is REVIEW! Have a nice week, folks!