AN: Thank you for all the reviews! So, I have a really big problem. In the poll, 50% want Artemis and 50% want Thalia. I really have no idea what to do. So, I am closing the poll, and will accept no more suggestions whether to have Artemis and Thalia. Also, Jetnoia, your OC is making an appearance soon! In answer to a review, Luke is a spirit that is wandering Tartarus. He will be turned into a human as the story progresses. Wait and watch! I also decided to go with what one of my reviewers suggested. I am going to have updates once in 3-4 days with longer chapters. I agree that this story is moving a little fast so I am going to slow it down. And one last thing, Nobody, you're welome to use that phrase anytime! I thought of it. I am clever like that! (Just kidding, maybe...) With that, let's go!

Annabeth's point of view

Someone shook me roughly, and I jolted awake. I furiously rubbed my tired eyes, and they focused onto the angry face of Nyx.

"I did not agree for you to join us to sleep, child of Athena!" Nyx growled. I bowed deeply, desperately trying not to anger her.

"I need you to lead the army of Empousai, Dracanea and Telkhines to the Doors of Death. That sea spawn has collected the daughter of death and Atlas. He also has that child of Hermes you love!" My ears pricked open. Child of Hermes? Luke? He was with Percy? My shoulders visibly slumped as I realized that if Luke was with Percy, then he had joined their side.

"They are heading steadily to the Doors of Death. I will need you to meet them by the doors to intercept them. Stop them for as much time as you can. Make sure that no one kills you!" I nodded, already planning what formations and strategies to follow. I bowed, but then paused as an important thing hit my mind.

"Lady Nyx, the army you sent with Hyperion and Polybotes and the armies of empousai, dracanea and telkhines were defeated by Percy and Artemis on their own. Just empousai, telkhines and dracanea won't be enough to keep Percy engaged for even five minutes." Nyx paused, thinking.

"I see, child. I now will send with you the Aurai, the cursebringers of all of Percy's enemies! That shall keep him busy!" I bowed as Nyx walked out of the room. I sat down, thinking things through. It was around ten. In another five hours, it woukd be time to lead the army to the Doors of Death. I cupped my head in my hands. After sitting and brooding for some time, I decided to spar in the Colluseum of Tartarus. It was an arena I had built in my time of joining Nyx. It was a magnificent place, with pillars and statues of Nyx dotting the place. I collected my knives and my new sword, Wisdom, and changed into mysparring clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror, reflecting on how much I had chnages since the Battle of Manhattan. I was leaner, my body had a hard edge to it and my elbows were sharper. But the biggest change was my eyes. Instead of their normal intense gray, my eyes were harder and colder, as if my heart was made of stone. I slipped on my t-shirt which had leather sheathes for my throwing knives criss-crossed across my chest and back. I slipped Wisdom into its sheath at my hip, and checked my appearance in the mirror. My blone curls fell down to mid chest, and my calculating eyes stared back at me. Satisfied, I walked outside, trying to block the anguished screams of the tormented as I made my way to the Colluseum of Tartarus. I hurried through the double doors, and pulled the lever. Automatically, three terrifying automatons with red glowing eyes and metal armour rushed out from hidden openings. Instinctively, I delivered a round-house kick to one, sending it spnning to the ground. Wisdome was in my hand in seconds, and I slashed open the mechanical wires of an automaton, which crumpled to the ground and hissed softly. My reflexes warned me about a charging automaton behind me. Quick as a flash, a celestial bronze knife was impaled to the hilt in the metal armour. The automaton hissed angrily, and sank to the ground. Satisfied, I reached for another lever, when I felt a kick to my sides. I flew to the edge of the arena, the breath gone from me. Crap, I had forgotten about the other automaton. I looked around frantically, and noticed Wisdom lying on the ground a few feet from me. But the automaton was immediately above me, raising his sword to impale me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain and blood. It never came. I opened my eyes, to find a black arrow embedded into the chest of the mechanical monster. It crumpled to the ground, as I got up and brushed myself off, wide-eyed.

"You really should save your life for more challenging battles. Like the one you're going to fight with your ex." I spun around, and saw a boy leaning against one of the pillars, smirking at me. I rushed past him, pulled him off the pillar and examined it carefully.

"Don't ever lean on my pillars again. Or I will disember you," I said slowly and dangerously. He simply smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Daughters of Athena," he muttered. I took the moment to examine him. Hmm, not bad. He wore all black, like Thalia, and had black combat boots. His hair was an inky black that covered one of his eyes. He had a strong, athletic build, and he looked pretty intimidating with his huge balck bow and arrow and his around seventy cm blades hooked to his hips. Throwing knives criss-crossed his chest and back like mine. He cleared his throat, and I looked up, embarrassed.

"Like what you see?" he said, arching an eyebrow. I hid my embarrassment behind my anger.

"You do know you are speaking to the leader of the army of Nyx?" I shouted. He simply laughed. I quickly found out that I would defeat this gut with cunning and words, so I switched to the defensive.

"Who are you?" His eyes suddenly turned a little colder, as he answered.

"Jet Harris, son of Eris, Goddess of chaos, strife and discord." I nodded, understanding the whole black thing he had going.

"Annabeth Chase, duaghter of Athena and adopted daughter of Nyx." He nodded, giving me a warm smile. I shook his hand, giving him one of my famous charming smiles.

"What brings you to Tartarus?" I asked, as we strolled through the arena.

"Nyx recruited me after she sensed me walking through the Labyrinth. She sensed my hatred to the Gods, and offered me a place in the army. I accepted," Jet answered. I nodded my throat constricting as I thought of Luke.

"What about you?" Jet asked. I sighed. Jet was part of the army now, and I would tell him the truth. I gave him a quick version of the Battle of Manhattan, the death of Luke, who the heck Luke was, the battle with Artemis and Percy, me killing his parents and the army about to dispatch to engage Percy.

"Wow," Jet whistled. "Killing his parents? Are you a human or what?" I felt my face flood with annoyance.

"I am a demigod of the dark. I hurt, I kill, I torture and I fight. Killing Percy's parents were a breeze." Jet nodded admiration evident in his eyes. I wanted to move the subject from me, so I asked him bout himself. His eyes darkened a little, but he started his tale.

"I was five when my dad ran away. He was found dead in a river two weeks later. I didn't care much, for he was mad with grief when mother left him. I was sent to stay with my uncle, who beat me and abused me till one day, my powers let loose. At fifteen, people at school bullied me so much. I flipped. I killed him, filled his heart with chaos and discord. He died, and I ran away. Monsters have been plaguing me ever since, for I am a particularly strong demigod. Whenever I found refuge, I forged my weapons. I found the entrance to the Labyrinth, and found Nyx, who brought me here," Jet finished. By the end, I had tears in my eyes.

"Wow. I never thought your childhood was so, so bad!" Jet gave me a surprised look as he saw the tears. He immediately wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I snuggled into him once, and then let go.

"Ummm, well, it's time to go and fight your ex, you coming?" I nodded, deep in thought as we crossed the plains and stood by the elevators, hordes of monsters behind us, blood thirsting for demigods. I was deep in thought. Why did Jet hug me? Oh my god, I was acting like a stupid Aphrodite girl. Get a grip, Annabeth! It was time to fight! The elevator doors pinged after twelve minutes, and we all filed out. I quickly shouted and the monsters got into formation, me and Jet in front.

"You ready?" Jet asked, his deep purple eyes watching me. Trying to avoid staring into his captivating eyes, I nodded.

"There they are!" a Dracanea screeched. I pulled my eyes from Jet's, and I saw them. Bianca, Zoe, Thalia, Artemis, Luke and...Percy. My sweet, dumb, goofy Percy.

AN: Thought I'd leave it there. That ending was quite sweet, don't you think? So yeah, there's chapter 11! There's a big fight in the next chapter, so stay tuned! So, I guess you worked out that another one of my couples is Annabeth and Jet. Review and tell me what you think! Also, review and tell me your likes, dislikes, hates, loves, any suggestions, pairings? Please review and tell me! Bye, until the next time I paste a chapter and brighten up your miserable life! (Joking!) (Maybe...)