A/N: Don't hate me, you guys. I had a major writer's block.

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Unexpected

I sat on the bunk in my room, wallowing in self-pity. What had I gotten myself into? I just landed myself my own personal place in Hell… or worse: Tartarus. I remembered the look on Annabeth's face. It had, at first, been a mixture of hurt, confusion, and anger. The anger eventually won out over all.

I missed her. I missed the way her face lit up when she smiled, how her honey-blonde hair always glistened in whatever light, and I missed her laugh, soft like bells, yet wonderful…

I thought about what I had accomplished in the last few days. I had single-handedly destroyed the hope of an entire nation. No. Of the entire world. I had joined Luke, and, in so, ceased the attacks on Camp Half-Blood. I had agreed to give my body over to Kronos- my enemy- on the slim chance- a lingering hope- of a faulty plan.

And I had become the best of friends with my enemy.

There was a soft knock on my door.

"Come in," I called, wiping away the tears that had formed at the corners of my eyes.

Luke strode in and sat down beside me on the bunk. I didn't look up.

"Hey," he said. "I was briefed by your troop."

"Look," he said when I didn't respond, "I know this is hard, really hard, but it gets better. I promise."

"Better?" I asked, my voice ringing in anger, "How can it ever get better? I swore three things on the River Styx. I've already broken two of those promises! I swore that I'd never join you! And I swore that I would never hurt Annabeth!"

Luke's face was a perfect mask of empathy. "I know," he comforted me, "I promised myself that I would never hurt her, either… But I did…"

His eyes glazed over and he seemed to be seeing something, some far-off memory that I could not share in. His head snapped back to me.

"So," his voice was casual, nonchalant, "what's the plan?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, bemused. He couldn't possibly know that I was planning to kill Kronos, could he?

"The plan," he egged on, "Surely even you, a complete and total seaweed brain wouldn't come unprepared!"

"What are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes then lowered his voice, glancing over his shoulder towards the door.

"Look," he whispered, "I know you didn't come here to betray camp. You came here to defeat Kronos. I want in."

My eyes widened. "What? Why?"

"He tricked me, Percy. He made me think that it was the gods' fault that Thalia died, that I should join him. He messes with your mind, Percy… but you've experienced that yourself."

I nodded numbly. I might have a shot at this crazy plan of mine.

"So," Luke smiled, "What's the plan?"

The early morning air was cold, and tendrils of white fog swirled around me in the darkness. I turned to the company of half-bloods and monsters who stood directly behind me, shifting restlessly.

"Remember," I instructed them, "we our here to warn and maim. Under no circumstances are you to kill or seriously injure. Is that understood?"

My eyes scanned the crowd, who had deftly nodded their heads once and murmured their understanding.

"Good." I turned back to the large pine tree in front of me and raised my right hand.

"I, Perseus Jackson, give these half-bloods and monsters permission to enter Camp Half-Blood. Company, move out."

We trudged slowly over the border, feeling no resistance. I signaled for them to stop. Where was the border patrol? My eyes furrowed in confusion. They should have doubled the patrol in preparation for our first attack. So, where were they?

"Commander," a slithery dracaena voice said from behind me, "what do you intend for usss to do?"

"Their positioned around here somewhere," I said, "Keep together, try not to separate, they'll surround us the moment we are in the middle of their little trap. Move forward."

I drew Death Blade from its sheath and prepared myself.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are…" I chuckled.

There was a fierce battle cry from all sides as they rushed us. The whole camp must have been there. I saw Clarisse charge me from the side, and quickly moved to block her.

"You're going to die, punk," she hissed menacingly.

"Not today, and neither is anyone from camp."

She looked confused and, for a moment, her stance faltered. I took the opportunity to strike, pushing her to the ground, and running off into the crowd.

Shouts of rage and pain filled my ears. I pushed through the throbbing mass, battling random friends as I went. But they weren't my friends anymore. Beckendorf, Juniper, Silena, Nico, Grover, Annabeth… Annabeth.

There was a blinding blur of yellow in front of me, a battle cry filled my ears as I blocked the sword that was swung at me.

"TRAITOR!"

The voice was beautiful, even when it was so enraged as it was. Annabeth's storm-grey eyes were filled with the tears that streaked down her cheeks. Annabeth, I'm so, so sorry.

She let loose a barrage of attacks on me, jabbing, thrusting, parrying, in a confusing sequence that I had never seen her use.

She screamed and lunged at me once more. I let Death Blade slide to the hilt of her sword, and then twisted, causing her weapon to fall uselessly to the ground.

I grabbed her arm and spun her around so that my sword was to her neck. I heard her moan and saw beads of blood slide down Death Blade, dripping to the tainted ground. I loosened the pressure on her neck.

Her breathing was labored, tinged with anger. "I trusted you," She snarled.

"I know," I said softly, pain and regret filling my voice.

"Then why, Percy? Why!"

"I did what I had to, Annabeth. I did what I had too to keep you and the rest of camp safe."

"Yeah, and we all see how that's working out," Sarcasm dripped from her voice.

"Haven't you noticed? None of my men are killing. They're only maiming."

Her eyes roamed through the desolation, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her mind as she took in what I said, trying to figure out why I would do that.

"If everything works out the way it's supposed to, this will be the only battle for the rest of this war."

I could tell that she was totally confused now.

A scream filled the air. It wasn't like the other ones, filled with anger. It was a shriek of pure, unfathomable agony. Almost every head snapped toward the sound, and, through the suddenly still mob, I saw Silena fall to the ground, clutching her abdomen.

I threw Annabeth away from me and ran to Silena. Beckendorf was right behind me. He knelt next to her, checking her pulse as her eyes swiveled blindly, blood swelling from her stomach.

"Get nectar and ambrosia!" I shouted. I didn't care who was looking at me. No one disobeyed my orders.

I turned to the half-blood behind me, his sword glistening red. I walked up to him and pushed him. He stumbled back and dropped his sword.

"You disobeyed a direct order!" I screeched. He didn't meet my gaze. "I said maim only! You know the consequences for disobedience."

He took a quick intake of air and fell to his knees.

"Stand up." I said, "You will remain in a prison cell until I find the appropriate punishment for you."

I turned my back on him, looking at Silena, who was now being carried to the Big House on a gurney.

I ignored the gazes trained on me. Swords and javelins were poised at my troop, ready to run us through, archers had their bows raised, imitating Chiron, who had his string pulled tight, aimed at me. I swung Death Blade in a wide arc, transporting myself and my troop back to Mount Tam.

A/N: I know that it's short, but it was an important chapter and the only way to end it. :(

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