A/N My gosh, this chapter was hard to write. This is literally the 6th time I typed this chapter, and I still don't think it's that good. Sorry for the delays but here it is. Oh, and a new story will be posted sometime soon, be on the lookout.

Third Person

Nine solemn faces stared at the image in front of them. Hestia stood in the center of twelve thrones. Three of which were currently empty. The remaining gods, no matter their grudge towards Hera, resented Zeus for his rash actions against his wife. No one voiced this, however, as all present in the throne room excluding Hestia voted for her execution.

The flames of the barley surviving hearth were displaying the image of Percy and Jason preparing to fight. None of the gods had noticed Hestia was using all the power she had left to show the image.

Each of the gods had differing opinions on the current circumstance. Dionysus had a façade of indifference, but was extremely interested in this battle. Truth be told, he had grown to care for Camp Half-Blood during his time of serving it. Not that he'd ever return after he's released unless necessary, but he still somewhat cared for the demigods currently residing there.

Hestia was looking at the scene hoping Percy would kill Jason. As much as she didn't want anyone to die, if Jason was killed the Greeks would lose a lot faster. Then the gods could round the survivors and attempt to fight Gaea. It was a long shot, but it was a chance. Percy swung his sword with extreme power, initiating the battle. Hestia and the other gods instantly realized after the first exchange that Jason was severely outclassed.

Hermes, Apollo, and Demeter stared at the scene nervously. Apollo and Hermes were pulling for Percy as they never had any conversation with Jason; Demeter just wanted the violence to end. Each of them hopped for a quick end in the clearly lopsided battle.

Artemis was extremely conflicted. On one hand it was two boys fighting over an issue of love. That in itself is the embodiment of what she hated. However, Artemis was just. She wanted Percy to receive the revenge he deserved. She wouldn't admit it but Percy had managed to gain her respect after sacrificing godhood for Annabeth. The mere thought of the daughter of Athena angered the moon goddess anger slightly. What she'd done to Percy, influenced or not, was wrong.

Athena was also angered by her daughter's actions. Athena had been silent since revealing what her daughter had done. She was convinced Percy was bad for her daughter, that he was no more than a good for nothing sea-spawn. After the second titan war she finally accepted the son of Poseidon, only for her daughter to be the one to turn her back on him. She hated to be proven wrong, and Percy had succeeded in doing so.

The council continued to watch the battle, Zeus looking increasingly angry while Poseidon looked on with a sense of pride, despite the situation. The council was surprised when Reyna saved Jason's life. The picture the shimmered before disappearing as Hestia was dangerously low on power. The council, however, didn't seem to notice. The room was silent.

The silence was broken by a barely audible growl. The gods looked up to see a seething Zeus, with his eyes narrowed at Poseidon.

"Your son just nearly killed mine" Zeus began, his voice quivering in rage. Electricity began to crackle around his body, his posture looking like he was preparing for a fight. All but two gods got out of their thrones and walked away from Zeus slowly.

One was Hestia, who was far too weak to do much more than lay and watch the scene helplessly. She knew what this scenario would cause, and sadly awaited her fate. A lone tear fell down her cheek, unnoticed by the rest of the council.

The other was Poseidon, who stood up to face Zeus, defiance glittering in his eyes. Zeus also stood up and walked towards Poseidon. The auras of power radiating off the two of them was incredibly strong.

They were but a foot away from each other before Poseidon finally grumbled back a response to Zeus's prior statement. "For one, my son let him live even though he doesn't deserve his life. He is a major reason for this war and our own demise. Your son needs to die. If you dare try and harm Percy I will be certain to make you pay."

The council gasped slightly at Poseidon, he never was one to make empty threats. Meaning he didn't plan on letting Zeus getting away with harming Percy. The electricity around Zeus grew ever so slightly, a few stray bolts shocking Poseidon, who didn't show any reaction to feeling them.

"You dare to threaten me?" Zeus yelled, now unable to control his anger.

'I dare" Poseidon shouted possible even louder. A dangerous aura of sea green surrounded him, giving him an extremely intimidating look.

"Either your punished or you son is, this injustice is too great to let go." Zeus told Poseidon while summoning his master bolt in a theatrical manner in an attempt to intimidate Poseidon.

"Me or my son, punished? How about you get punished O' great king of Olympus. It was your wife's plan that messed up. It was your son's stupidity that caused this conflict. If you weren't such an incompatible brat and were a better husband and father maybe they would have performed better actions. If you were a better king maybe Olympus wouldn't be in peril. If you were a better person, maybe you'd swallow your pride and except you and your son's defeat." Poseidon snapped coldly at Zeus.

Zeus absolutely lost it and swung his master bolt at Poseidon. Poseidon barley had enough time to summon his trident and block his blow. The clash between the trident and bolt caused a large explosion, sending both parties across the room from each other.

Zeus was the first to get up and fire a lightning bolt from his hand at Poseidon who barley dodged it. At this point everyone except Hestia had huddled to the walls of the throne room to avoid any stray attacks.

The attack Zeus fired continued on before striking a crawling Hestia. The strike usually wouldn't have been strong enough to cause permanent damage, which is why Zeus didn't pay Hestia much attention.

Zeus made a mental note to apologize later after he'd cooled down some. He then regarded an armed Poseidon with cold eyes.

"I will join the Greeks, I will be sure that it is my son that is victorious." Zeus growled before violently flashing out of the room. The second he left the anger from Poseidon eyes left and he rushed over to check on Hestia. The other gods recovered from the sight they just witnessed and followed Poseidon to Hestia.

"Hestia are you-…" Poseidon started but stopped when he saw Hestia began to flicker. She began to fade ever so slightly, tears freely falling down her face. Poseidon screamed at her to stop; to stay with them, and keep hope. Hestia didn't respond, and after another minute, her form was gone. Hestia has faded.

A silence filled Olympus again excluding a sobbing Poseidon. The hearth, or what was left of it, finally gave out; the fires dissipating. The world seemed to slow down for a few minutes. When the world sped up the Olympians felt hopeless. All hope had been destroyed for Olympus. All warmth and comfort left the Olympians, leaving each with a sense of dread.

Athena slowly walked over to Poseidon and awkwardly put her hand on his shoulder. She bent down to his ear before whispering, "Don't worry I have a plan."

A/N And this is where I decided to end it. I originally had it longer but I decided to cut it off hear. Regular uploads should resume for the next four chapters as I know exactly what I'm going to do with them.