I'm going to say this once my peoples…I have not said it will be a Percabeth fic I've left it up in the air. Although his revenge has all been based on his lost love and at the moment he's trying to save her I left a hint in chapter 9 that it may not turn out that way with the parting warning from Hecate. Anyways on with the tour hope you enjoy as always R&R, P.M with any questions I'll try to get a response back 2 you but may not be instant as always thanks for your continued support.

CH.10

Percy awoke the next morning feeling refreshed seeing the familiar walls of his Dad's palace well he thought they looked exactly like his cabin so they counted right? As he got he noticed a bundle of metal and clothing sitting on the desk he had been next to last night. A note was pinned on top of it.

Dear Perseus,

Nemesis and I have decided that you are too valuable an asset to lose on your summer vacation tomorrow…well I suppose it's today since your reading the message, so on your vacation we would appreciate it if you used this armor it was forged for one of Nemesis' sons long ago and I have imbued it with magical properties to it. The metal is a combination of Stygian Iron and has been reinforced with some metal that was found in the chunks of a fallen star. Rest assured this armor is virtually indestructible the only one that may rival it is Adamant armor. There's a blade we left with the suit as well but that was only recently forged for our champion who still remains unknown to most the council. Hephaestus agreed to forge the blade for us after the god's went into a virtual civil war on Poseidon's and Athena's leaving. We know you may still wish to use Riptide but if you ever need a new weapon or wish to leave that part of your past behind you it is here for you. Whatever happens know that you have the blessings of myself and Nemesis and will support you whatever you decide.

Be careful my champion, Hecate, Nemesis

After reading the note Percy took the armor and laid it out across his bed so he could view all the pieces separately. The helm was a dark black with silver etching laid into the edges there was no plume on the helm to make it less noticeable. The cuirass of the armor was black as well the fastener's gleaming silver that glowed eerily a set of scales predominated the center of the armor etched in the same luminous silver. The armored boots were black with silver etching with a silvery plate etched with dark metal protecting the shins. The bracers were black with silver etching at the junctures were the plates overlapped. Finally was the sword, it was in a plain black leather sheath with silver fasteners, the pommel of the hilt was circular with Nemesis' scales on one side and the torches or Hecate on the other similar to a coin. The blade was stygian iron down the middle and the edges were the same luminous silver as the armor it was almost identical in length to riptide except the handle allowed for a two handed grip if he so desired a cloak was next to the armor pure black that had a faint miasma of darkness clinging to it. A set of plain black clothes was next to the armor the shirt bore the emblem of Hecate on the front and Nemesis on the back, a pair of black athletic shorts with a silver stripe on the side some black sneakers were next completing the outfit. Well' Percy thought with a laugh' at least someone besides Nico will be wearing all black now.

Looking back at the note he saw more writing below what had been there initially trust Hecate to have a self updating letter he laughed.

P.S the sword will shrink size when pressed against the waist of the armor forming a pendant that hangs from the side of the armor, to get it out again just pull down on the pendant for it to revert form. And the sword has no name until you decide it; it will then appear on the flat of the blade. No one save our champion i.e. you can touch it.

P.P.S what's wrong with self updating letters?

Percy just laughed harder of course Hecate wouldn't get the humor side of it she probably thought it was brilliant and it was to a degree but I also showed that even she forgot something now and then. So much for the almighty infallible mind, He chuckled again. Pulling out riptide he looked between it and the new weapon unsure of what to do. Yes he wanted to escape being the Hero of Olympus but the sword had saved him so many times it was almost a part of him now. A decision for a later time then he decided pocketing the pen again. Reaching down he began to strap on his armor and prepare for his trip to Tartarus.

-3 hours later.-

After everyone was ready Athena had teleported Percy to Orpheus' entrance after his father gave him a parting hug and telling him to "say hi to the dog for me". He was accompanied by a squad of Athena's personal automatons that were designed for stealth but mimicked the presence of a mortal to a god's eyes. His father's strike force would be seizing the ferry for the duration of the operation. The plan was to get into the tunnel once his Father had taken DOA that way Pluto would be distracted when the others entered. He had asked Athena how they were going to open the passage only to fell incredibly stupid at her answer.

"You know what those mortals have now, those I-pod devices and speakers?" Athena queried in return.

"Yes who doesn't?" Percy replied.

"Well it's quite simple I'm going to use this I-pod that I borrowed from that mortal over there set it to repeat whatever playlist he had it on and blast it through these' at this she conjured a pair of speakers' speakers it should work."

"Why take the man's I-pod for this couldn't u just conjure one as well?"

"For some reason most entrances into others domains that require music, like this, can tell when it's a god's music for some reason."

"Probably because it's all classical stuff." Percy muttered.

"And what's wrong with classical?" Athena challenged.

"O nothing, nothing at all I mean every human these days goes around listening to Mozart and Beethoven you know it's all the rage." He replied sarcastically.

Athena rolled her eyes and just stared at her watch watching the time. Suddenly a light blinked twice on the watch. She motioned us towards the stone with a simple "It's time."

Percy's joking mood vanished instantly as he nodded finally putting his helmet on, Athena flinched automatically, the helm must have been spelled for his entire face was cloaked in darkness leaving only his blood red eyes staring out and his armor seemed to ooze a silvery light that was menacing, yet entrancing at the same time kind of like a fire. With a shake of her head she snapped out of her daze and hit the play button on the I-pod not bracing for the worst. The Pit came on and Percy started chortling with laughter at the irony of it all.

"What's so funny?" Athena asked curious as to the random outburst of laughter from Percy.

"Just…look at the songs name!" Percy gasped in between burst of laughter.

"Silversun Pickups…" Athena stated still looking confused.

"That's the artist." Percy interjected.

Athena looked below that releasing a chuckle of her own "The pit, how apt for this moment."

"That it is."

Looking into the stairway that lead into the underworld, Percy took his first step into the dark, only to be grasped by Athena's hand clamped on his shoulder. He turned around in surprise his eyes giving an unspoken question.

Athena's face looked like it was falling apart her impregnable mask slipping for a second as she spoke quietly "Please…save my daughter…do what you must but please bring her home."

Percy was moved he knew Athena had cared for Annabeth quite a lot but to lower her pride? That spoke more for her character than anything else. Drew riptide from his belt and pressed the blade into his hand reciting one of the oaths he had learned from his tenure at Hecate's training grounds. "I swear upon my blood and the river Styx that I will do all in my power to save your daughter Athena." The sword began to thrum in his hand and then reappeared in Athena's in pen form.

Athena's eyes tore open in shock at what he had done "Why? Why would you do this for me?"

"I'm not just doing it for you but for myself…if I am unable to save her I don't know what I'd do with myself. I doubt she'll still care for me the same way as it used to be…but by the god's above and below I'll send whoever gets in my way to Tartarus as mincemeat." Fire raged behind Percy's eyes a crimson aura surrounding them as his hate grew.

Athena stared at the bloodied form of riptide knowing what it meant. This vow had only one result that of death. If a person swore on the Styx alone they were condemned for breaking their word, but by swearing on their blood and the Styx they would instantly be killed by whatever had been used to take their blood. In Percy's case since he wasn't a god every time he would respawn from his nonexistence he would be killed by Riptide. Not the most pleasant imagery for Athena. But it reassured her. Percy wouldn't leave Annabeth down there now even if she tried to make him forget her and leave. Her daughters rescue would be certain. As Percy turned back towards the tunnel Athena called out "Percy."

He stopped looking over his shoulder, waiting.

"Thank you."

Bowing his head in acknowledgement Percy descended into the depths of the underworld.