More filler, but fun filler. Also a rather long AN.

Regarding my predictability, I guess I am very predictable because I purposely leave clues that are important to the story. So if you guessed that Armony is a child of Apollo that's because I purposely wrote in the clues. "reviewer" Rachel's prophecy was obvious…to what? Explain please. Anyway thank you to all my reviewers for trying to help me become a better writer.

Anyway this chapter is dedicated to AnimalOfSins for being a Charmed fan…although this doesn't have anything to do with Charmed in it.

IMPORTANTE, every song I use in this story has a purpose and significant meaning to the chapter and emotional state of Armony. So tell me if you think they match.

Please read, review and enjoy.

Ch.14 I become a Cyclops's Bride

"Is there a reason that you need us to go with you?" Connor asked the burly security guard. Connor stood up out of the chair, I gotta say that he looked kind of bad ass all un-scared and defiant even surrounded by five security guards.

"Yes." The security guard answered.

"And it is…" I tried to lead the guard to a substantial answer.

"Just come on you kids." He gestured to the other guards and they began to close in on us. Connor tensed and got ready to fight I followed his lead. Annabeth and Percy came running over but neither of them seemed alarmed at the circle of security guards.

"Congratulations on winning guys!" Percy yelled between the security guards.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned Percy but Annabeth answered instead.

"That contest that they just had." She pointed to a large screen that had a projection with a picture of me trying to get Connor to dance and underneath the screen it said "This year's Ofelia and Quetzal." Annabeth pulled a brochure from her pocket (I have no idea when or where she got it). "It says that this year the officials of the festival will choose two people from the crowd to play this year's Ofelia and Quetzal in the play that they play on that screen." She explained using the word 'play' a lot.

"Oh." I knew of the play but before it was always done by auditions of local actors.

"Yeah so you two need to come with us so we can get you ready." The security guard started to push us before we even had a chance to try and say otherwise. Quickly we were ushered into a large rectangular building. On the front of it the words "Blair's Cosmetology School" was displayed in large neon lettering (it seemed a bit tacky but it was a cosmetology school…). Connor was taken to the room on the left while I was pushed into the room on the right.

"Here is this year's Ofelia." A much nicer security guard escorted me into a room filled with women with caked on make-up and aprons over leopard print outfits. I was getting a bad feeling about this. They looked me and down while the security guard left, making me incredibly uncomfortable.

"She's a pretty one." The first lady said in an accent I couldn't place. She held out her hand with much too long acrylic nails painted red. She reminded me a lot of Fran Drescher on "The Nanny". "Hello hun I'm Blair." I shook her hand. She pulled me close and began to scrutinize my face. "You're a shy one aren't yah?"

"What? No, I-I uh, u-uh…what?" Blair gave me a pitying nod while I stuttered.

"It's okay hun. Your stage fright shy huh?" That was just spooky.

"How did you?" She cut me off with a comforting pat on my arm.

"Hun, I can tell cause your skin has no signs of regular make-up use and that you seemed a bit at odds to be center of attention." Blair stepped back from me and circled around me. "Sheila what do you say?" Sheila was black so her make-up really stood out on her face, electric blue eye-shadow, forest green mascara, super red lipstick; she was also wearing a neon pink bob wig.

"By her posture I would say she's a performer but… since there are no signs of make-up use I would say she performs with a band or choir so she doesn't wear make-up so as not to bring attention to herself." Okay there little conclusions were really creepy (right, but creepy).

"Don't worry about the play though hun," Blair stopped circling me and stood in front of me again. "It's pre-recorded so you won't have to worry about bein' in front of people." Well that was a relief. "Any way hun we need you to disrobe so we can get this show on the road." Blair pushed me behind one of those foldable blind things that you see in the movies. I 'disrobed' and put on the white robe that was hanging over the blind.

"So what exactly am I going to be wearing?" Sheila gave a cheshire cat grin and pulled me to the other side of the room. On one of those headless and armless manikins was a brown Indian (Native American) style dress. It went over the left shoulder and was a light brown with cream colored tassels on the bottom of the dress and on the neck line. glass beads decorated each of the leather tassels casting rainbow effects in the light. A turquoise fetish of an eagle settled on the neck of the mannequin.

"Wow. It's so pretty." Was all I could muster in my awe struck moment.

"Why thank you I took the basic design and amped it up a bit." Sheila was smiling at the dress like it was her newborn child. "Anyway I will get you into that after we get your make-up on." She pushed me to the other side of the room and sat me down in front of a desk with three mirrors and light bulbs on each edge of the mirrors. Sheila flipped on the lights and I went temporarily blind. Who I assume was Blair turned me in the chair that I was sitting on. I tried to look at her but the damn glare from the lights didn't allow me to see very much.

"Hmmm…" Blair hummed. My light blotches began to dissipate and I realized Blair was holding a rubber-band to my lip. And before I could react she popped it on my lower lip.

"OW!" I yelled putting my hand to my now throbbing lip. But Blair caught my hands and continued to stare at my mouth. "What the 'H' Blair?"

"Sheila, get me a red rose 32 and make it a tulip twist." Blair yelled to Sheila who went rushing off for…I actually have no idea what. "Sorry about the thump but I need to bring out the natural colors of you with this make-up. I don't want to paint you up like a two dollar whore."

"That really hurt (Charlie)!" He, he, he.

"Oh simmer down. You need to suffer a bit for your beauty. Besides I know that when I'm done you will look good enough to eat." Blair smiled with grin that immediately had me nervous. "Oh he is just going to love you!" She gushed.

"Who?" I questioned. Blair looked shocked at my question but quickly regained her composure. "Well this year's Quetzal of course."

"C-Connor?" I could feel myself blush at the implication. Shit, I was going to act like I was in love with him wasn't I? Oh, even bigger shit, what about the kiss that Ofelia and Quetzal share at the end of the play?

"Why you looked so freaked girl?" Sheila was back with a tube of lipstick and was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"The girl is obviously nervous about the kissing scene at the end of the play before Quetzal and Ofelia walk off into the realm of the gods." Okay the mind reading stuff was getting annoying. "Let's start with make-up now." Sheila handed the lipstick to Blair and returned to gather what she called props for after we were done.

"This lipstick will make your lips have that pouty thing going on." Blair explained while she put the make-up on me. She then wiped a little of the lipstick on my cheeks and vigorously rubbed it in. "This way your cheeks have a natural looking blush." She then pulled out some blue mascara.

"Uhm, Blair no offense but blue mascara?" She looked at me like I was a something to pity.

"Hun, this stuff is so dark that it looks black but it has enough of a blue tint that it will bring out the blue in your eyes." She waved off my protest and began to apply the stuff to my eyelashes. "You are so lucky to have such long eyelashes, it's a shame that they don't curl in the best manner however." Was that a compliment? Or an insult?

Then she moved onto my hair. After she brushed it and made my scalp feel like it was on fire. She hummed again and then began to braid some of the hair on the right side of my face. But Sheila interrupted her. "Blair, use this." She presented Blair with something I couldn't see but I was able to notice her nod enthusiastically. "Close your eyes darlin'." Sheila ordered me (though she said it in a kind of nice way). They finished braiding my hair then started very suspicious hushed whispers and sprayed something into my hair. Then I felt a sharp poke and a clip on my head.

"Okay now you may stand up and get into costume then you may look at yourself in the mirror." They both ordered at once. I wonder if they planned that. I returned behind the blind with the dress. It was one of the softest thing I had ever worn the only problem was I think it was a bit tight. It was very snug.

"Hey Sheila this is kind of tight could you let it out some?" I was feeling pretty self-conscious in the costume.

"Please darlin' the way you wear that is just perfect but I guess I could let it out a little somethin'." Sheila and I walked back into behind the blind and Sheila began undoing something once she was done though she spotted my bracelets. "Oh my, these are quite somethin'. Blair, look at these." Blair came over and looked at my bracelets. "These would be great accessories on the dress.

"I don't think so." Blair looked at my bracelets wearily like they would bite her.

"Yes they would!" Sheila was too excited to realize Blair's weirdness. "But not as bracelets I already have some set for you to wear, however…" Blair disappeared and returned with a leather belt that now had my bracelets attached to it. She wrapped the belt around me and shoved me in front of the mirror.

"Oh…I…uh." I was speechless. I didn't look anything like me. My lips were fuller and red (without looking fake) and my cheeks had a blush that looked natural not like I had just walked into a boy's locker room (that happened once, damn you Jessica). My eyes were a darker blue than normal and surrounded by curling lashes. I reached to touch my eyes and realized that the hair that Blair had braided had a red ribbon tied into the braid with a turquoise bead holding it together. With my attention turned to my hair I noticed that tucked underneath the braid a blue feather stuck out and then I noticed the glitter. It wasn't a lot of glitter but there was enough that may hair sparkled when I moved. The dress was still tight but not as tight as before so now it showed of my curves. I knew I had curves but I never knew I had curves. And Sheila was right about my bracelets the sun was positioned on my right front hip and the moon on the back left of my hip. Okay despite that Sheila and Blair's eccentric-ness they knew what they were doing.

"You look gorgeous." Sheila told me and I felt myself blush. No one had ever called me that before. Sure my ex-boyfriends called me pretty or hot but never what was a synonym and basically the equivalent to beautiful (my mom has but she's my mom, she is supposed to tell me that).

"You really do." Blair agreed. I put on the eagle fetish and Sheila adjusted it to where the wing tips curved with my collar bone. I also wore beaded bracelets and beaded moccasins. "Now Armony, sit tight while we check on Quetzal. We had a few of our…apprentices handle his transformation. But let's just say there is a reason they are in cosmetology school." I sat in the room and looked at myself in the mirror (I'm not conceited but I liked the transformation).

"No, No, NO!" This will not do!" Sheila yelled from outside the room. I peeked out the door and she wasn't in the hallway so that means she yelled really loudly. "He looks like a bondage slave!" Okay several images were going through my mind and they were all hilarious. "Quetzal is supposed to look like every girl's wet-dream. He looks like…ugh…just no. Now get out of my way!" After Sheila finished yelling I heard a door slam and everything was eerily quiet after that.

"OW!" Connor yelped in pain.

"Blair, what did you do that for?" Sheila sounded like a cross between anger and amusement.

"Well…he looked like he was into that kind of thing."

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After a few more minutes a perky red-head in a pink apron, and the most 'hooker' of all stiletto heels called me from the room to wait in the hall. I tried to question her but she was a little too preoccupied trying to get back to the other room, the one Connor was being changed in. After a few seconds of waiting I knew exactly why she was trying to get back into that room. Connor walked out of the room and I swear I could hear a thousand girls swooning. Like my transformation Connor didn't really look like himself, however he looked much better. Even though Connor is well, (how do I out this without being racist?) white, he looked like some ancient warrior lost in time. He was really only wearing a what I think was deer skin pants they were a bit tight but had a loin cloth cover the front and back of him. Do to their tightness all the muscles in Connor's thighs were on full display. Luckily as the pants went lower on his legs they got less tight (otherwise they would have been skinny jeans, seriously skinny jeans on a guy, not hot).

Breaking the 4th wall

Apparently my hatred for skinny jeans on guys is so powerful that it has granted me the power to break the fourth wall. Who do I think I am, Deadpool?

Anyway like I said skinny jeans are not hot. There are few girls who can pull off skinny jeans. So if few girls can wear them what makes guys think they can wear girl's clothing?

So to all Jonas Brothers and Justin Beiber wannabes stop wearing them. They are not flattering and if you are fat and I mean like really fat don't ever wear them because skinny jeans do not make you look skinny they will make you look fatter. And skinny jeans are also a health hazard. By being so tight the cut off blood circulation, the can cause Restless Leg Syndrome. And if the blood is cut off to your groin it can result in infertility. So if you care about having babies and being healthy and not looking like a total douche don't ever wear skinny jeans!

Back to Ogling Connor

The pants had a frill mid leg and he also wore leather moccasins. On a belt Connor had a knife that looked like it had been the carved out of a fang of some sort. He wasn't wearing a shirt so all of his incredible muscles were on blatant display. He had two dark blue wolf paw print 'tattoos' on his chest, and another tattoo of a red snake circled his upper arm beneath his shoulder and a red sun on the other shoulder. My eyes made my way to his face, despite a blush caused by his adoring fans his face was the same. His hair was a bit messier than usual. To put it simply he looked like the warrior son of a god…oh wait, he is.

His eyes met mine and my face instantly grew hot.

"Wow Armony you look great." He smiled and I could feel my knees go weak.

"You're not so bad yourself. Looks like your new look is a real hit, Quetzal." Did I just try to flirt? With Connor? He smiled again and damn did he look good.

"Thanks, so Ofelia wanna go out?" I couldn't help but giggle this was kind of fun. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard to act like I was in love with Connor. "It kind of looks like you have stars in your hair." Connor grabbed a lock of my hair looking at the glitter in it.

"O-oh, um I think it's a little flashy. I-I think I might ask them to take out the g-glitter." What the hell is wrong with me? I liked the glitter so why did I just tell him that?

"Don't it's beautiful."

"Quetzal, Ofelia could you to please hurry up, we need to deliver you to the sights where filming will take place." Sheila yelled loud and clear. I ran over so I wouldn't stutter anymore stupid stuff to Connor. We got into a van that drove us to an 'Indian Village' that the festival crew had set up in a park there were a ton of extra's dresses like Indians and Connor and I met the other actors. Ofelia's dad was played by this nice older man; he was dressed in the stereotypical Indian chief costume. I really couldn't see him playing someone who traps his daughter's savior and love in a cage he was that nice. The demon was played by this really tall man, I think he was at least 7ft. He gave me the creeps. His costume consisted of a long cloak made from bear skin with the skull of the bear as a helmet. His face was always in shadow so I never got a look at him. But his smile was kind of like Tyson's but not fun and nice, but more malicious, although I just thought of it as method acting.

"Cast and Crew!" Yelled our director. I found him creepy as well, I'm not sure why but it was just a feeling. "This is the first seen where our demon shall be introduced. Places now!" Everyone scuttled about and the camera started rolling. The Narrator said his lines and then the demon burst onto the scene. HE said his lines and then took one of the extra girls and ran off into the woods. I completed my first scene which was really me just walking around looking happy and being friendly while the Narrator said some stuff about Ofelia being well beloved. Then I was hidden in a pile of straw (I got straw everywhere, everywhere). But my speech where Ofelia confronts the demon got closer and closer and with each minute my stomach would fill with hornets.

"Armony what's wrong?" Connor asked. I was starting to shake I was so nervous.

"I guess I'm just nervous." Connor put his arm around me and I began to feel a little less queasy.

"You'll do fine there isn't an audience and I'm here if you need me." That did the trick.

My scene went off without a hitch (okay I had to do it six different times). And the scene where I meet Quetzal was the next on the list. The director had us do it several times but on the fourth time…I went to my starting point and I walked out with my arms full of supplies and I walked into Connor dropping all of my things (that was not in the script).

"I'm sorry." Connor apologized kneeling down helping me pick up the supplies.

"It's alright I had to many things to begin with." We finished putting the things in the basket I had been carrying them in and then we both looked at each other. For some reason we were really close. Our faces were so close I could see Connor's eyes again and I could feel his breath on my mouth. My face decided to turn red at that moment. Connor stood up and helped me stand. "Thank you, warrior." Connor smiled as he realized that I was playing like we did after I first saw him in costume.

"You're welcome. I am Quetzal, son the sun god and blessed by the Great Spirit."

"I am Ofelia, daughter of the chief." This was fun. I had completely forgotten that we were actually surrounded by a crew of people.

"CUT!" Yelled our director. Guess which shot they decided to put in the final edit.

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After…uh…that Connor and I shot the scene where I kill myself. Connor was actually a really good actor. He even cried on his close up after my 'death' and it was convincing. Course he had to stifle his laughter after I tried to plunge the knife into my heart and I ended up shooting the fake blood in the packet I stabbed on his face.

So last but not least was the marriage and captive and kill the demon scenes. The crew went to a cave that was actually in the near the park where the final scene was to be had while the extras took a break and got ready for the funeral scene. After they show the movie on the projector Connor surrounded by the extras is supposed to walk up to a shrine/ funeral pyre that the crew built say Quetzal's final words of goodbye to Ofelia and set it on fire. Once the fire reaches the (this part was specifically left out so pyromaniacs will not try it at home) the flames will grow higher and I will walk out from a trapdoor on a set of stair that Connor and I will walk on into the kingdom of the gods. And at the last step we kiss and done. So right now the crew was setting up some things for wedding scene and the demon guy was getting a little too close for comfort.

"I told you this is where they were going to shoot." I turned around to see Annabeth leading Percy, Tyson, Max and Marybeth toward the set.

"Annabeth!" I called. She looked at me and her eyes went wide.

"Armony, oh my gods! Look at you." Percy was staring mouth open as was Tyson. Then I thought of an idea for some fun.

"Hey Annabeth, I get to keep this outfit once everything is over wanna borrow it?" Percy started imagining Annabeth in the costume, I could tell by the drool. She smiled triumphantly. "What are you guys doing over here?" She pulled me to the side like she was telling me a secret.

"Max wanted to see you act." Annabeth whispered. "He kept hinting to it. Then Tyson started and before you know it so did Marybeth." I felt touched. I turned to see Max's dirty blonde head trying to steal the knife from Connor's belt.

"Hey Max I-" But then I was cut off.

"Stop screwing around Armony!" Mr. Director and demon yelled together. "And what are all these children doing here!"

"They just wanted to come see me and Connor they'll be quiet I promise." The director was changing into different shades of red. He just pointed for me to get in my place. I walked over and he didn't yell about my friends at all. But something was up, Tyson normally would have been smiling merrily but he seemed tense was glaring with his eye(s) (it still weird's me out how 'the mist' can make Tyson suddenly have two eyes in the normal parts of the world) at the director and the demon actor. I changed into the wedding dress which was mostly the same except for being white and having a train of swan feathers. I gave my bracelets and original costume to Annabeth for safe keeping. I took my place beside the chief and the demon. The chief said his lines and I said mine and the demon smiled in malicious victory then all hell broke loose with a shift of the wind.

"Cyclops!" I heard someone yell and instantly I thought someone had found out what Tyson was but I turned and saw that it was Tyson who had yelled. He was pointing at the demon actor. He grabbed my wrist and took of his hood/bear skull helmet and beneath lay only one eye. He smiled showing his yellowish brown jagged broken teeth.

"Get rid of them!" He yelled. The crew members began to change, their skin turned ink black and their faces became doggish showing sharp canines. They looked like a cross between sea-lions, dogs and something gross. There webbed hands were eerily similar to human hands. The Cyclops through me over his shoulder and made his way to the cave that we were going to shoot my captive scene in…I didn't think it would become real.

"Let go of me!" I screamed. I tried beating his back but it was like punching a tree. Eventually my hands hurt and I had to stop. "What the hell is going on!" He laughed, the bastard laughed.

"Well my little princess you are now my wife. And I am taking you back to our lovely home." All the anger in me exploded and I started to scream for help. But he laughed again since my friends were getting farther and farther away.

Connor POV

Telkhines! We were fighting fucking Telkhines while that bastard carried Armony to gods know where. Annabeth had tossed me celestial bronze sword she had kept in her backpack. I cut the arm off of one the minute that sword was in my hand. But my eyes were on the director. This whole time I saw them leering at Armony but I figured 'Hey who wouldn't look at her she was totally beautiful.' But I knew something was wrong. Armony's screams got quieter and quieter.

"Connor behind you!" Annabeth yelled. I turned just in time to block the claws of a Telkhine. The grin on its stupid dog like face was pissing me off. Suddenly its eyes went glassy and it disappeared, a knife fell to the floor. I spotted Max behind Tyson looking this way. I turned around to face the director.

"You little shits won't get out of this!" He barked in a weird New Jersey accent.

"Where did he take Armony?" I questioned. My sword was ready to do some pruning on his limbs. "By the way did you know we have Percy Jackson here with us?" I saw a bubble move down his oily looking throat.

"We will kill you!" He grabbed a sword from behind him from a box labeled props, which I now realized were real. He slashed but I parried his sword easily and slashed down his arm, letting it drag. He winced at the pain and howled he attacked again this time faster. I jumped back but another Telkhine got me from behind. The attack was shallow but it was enough to make me realize that all the crew members were Telkhines. A shadow loomed over us and I was back to fighting the director.

"Thanks Tyson." He had grabbed the telkhine that slashed me by the throat and through it against a tree. Behind me I could hear Percy annihilating our enemies. The Director lunged at me but I used a trick that Luke taught me. We clashed swords and I twisted his out of his hand.

"Now do you feel like talking?" I held my sword to his throat.

"The caves, the caves." He answered quickly.

"Thanks" I thanked him with my sword through his neck. "Come on we're going to the caves."

"Uh…which way are the caves?" Marybeth asked.

"I know." Tyson announced. "I can smell them."

Armony POV

Normally when I cry it's because I had just watched the The Notebook, or the beginning to Up, or some other equally heart string pulling movie or book (Twilight). However now I'm crying because this asshole has just chained me up to a wall and is undressing me. There are no words to describe the shame and violation that this thing is making me feel. My only ray of hope is that because he is taking his time that I might be saved before he gets somewhere. I'm in my underwear shaking from the cold of the fucking cave and the fear deep in my gut. Despite my fear I'm a little annoyed that this guy is folding the clothes he took off of me. "Blair would hate for me to have to get another dress for next year's festival" And now I feel betrayed and stupid.

"Armony!" My name echoed through the many caves and tunnels. I look up and again it's just him smiling at me. Cyclops can mimic voices perfectly the entire time he took to bring me hear he kept toying with me, making me believe Annabeth or Connor or Percy were near on his trail. Another sob shook through me as I looked at him through my tears. He placed a big meaty hand on my face.

"Armony!" His eye widened in shock. He didn't say that, did he?

"Connor!" I screamed. Adventus growled.

"Fucking demigods." He got up to leave, but stopped before he was out of the cavern. "I won't let them have you I will kill them all." I began to cry again. I don't know where my hope went but it certainly wasn't near me I stared at the fire that he lit in the corner of the room maybe the light could make me go blind so I won't have to look at him anymore. In the embers I saw something. I have no idea what I saw but it was something. Suddenly my body had heat again. And my heart didn't hurt as much. I don't know why I did but maybe it was just because my despair finally had me done in but I sang.

"Hold me close

Now until forever

I'll be unafraid

Hold me close

Give me back

My reason to believe

Come and save me"

Connor POV

"Connor, help me please!" Armony was yelling for my help but I couldn't tell where her voice was coming from.

"Shit! Armony where are you!" I yelled into the tunnels.

"Please, he's going to do things to me. Please help me!" She was crying I could hear the sobs in her voice. I was about to run down a tunnel when Annabeth grabbed me she looked freaked and calm at the same time.

"Connor, one he is a Cyclops he can mimic her voice and two we are in a left over part of The Labyrinth." Annabeth touched the Daedalus' mark on the side of the cave. When she was sure I wasn't going to bolt she let go of my arm. "Tyson can you smell her?"

"No." Tyson answered dejected. "His smell is covering up everything."

"Maybe we should split up?" We'll each take our sibling." Percy suggested.

"I don't think we should split up Percy." Annabeth was leaning more toward freaked now.

"Hold me Close"

"Armony?" I stopped to listen. "Guys quiet down can you hear that."

"Connor what are you talking about? I can't hear anything."

"Now Until Forever"

"I can hear her too." Max looked off toward a tunnel; the middle tunnels.

"Guys follow me!" I yelled an ran toward her voice. I knew it was Armony there was no way someone could fake her voice when she is singing.

"I'll be unafraid"

It was her I know it it was just like the first time I heard her sing it was like a prayer.

"Hold me Close"

Just like the first time I wanted to, to hold her close but this time I wanted to do what it sang at the end.

"Connor, wait up! We're coming with you!" Someone yelled but I couldn't tell who.

"Give me back

My reason to Believe"

Another right, through this tunnel then a left, and another.

"Do it Connor, save my big sister."

"Come and Save me"

Armony was chained with her arms above her head to a wall. Fresh tears were falling down her face. She looked up and the moment she saw us more tears began to fall but the look of fear on despair on her face changed to a smile warmer than the sun.

"Armony!" Max yelled and ran to his sister's side. Annabeth was next to him in a flash trying to unlock the locks on Armony's wrists.

"Crap why is this so much harder than in the movies?" Annabeth sighed.

"Just pick me up I'll do it." Max huffed at her. In no time Armony was free and hugging Max way to tightly.

"Thank you guys thank you so much." She was crying again and starting to get snotty. She looked kind of cute.

"Who do you think you are freeing my wife?" We all turned to see the Cyclops looming over us holding a large club. He brought it down and tried to smash Percy. That was a bad idea. Due to Percy's curse of Achilles, he is invincible in battle. The club broke into thousands of pieces as it came down on Percy's head. The Cyclops stared scared, mouth wide open.

"I think you broke your stick." Percy said.

"Ah!" Armony screamed and through Max's knife into the Cyclops' eye. "Take that you...!" Then she started saying really bad words that I couldn't understand (the worst part is they were in English). The Cyclops fell back screaming covering his now useless eye. I pulled out Max's knife and I killed the Cyclops.

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Armony POV

To say that I am grateful for what my friends did would be the understatement of the century. I owe them my life; especially Connor. Annabeth told me how Connor was able to figure out where I was by hearing my singing. I owe him a lot. Luckily Adventus hadn't torn up my dress so I was able to walk around without being in only my underwear.

"There you two are!" The camera man for the play came running up. "I've been trying to catch up to you two. After you killed the demon you walked off before I could bring you back for the final scene."

"Excuse me?" He saw us kill Adventus and wasn't freaking out?

"The funeral scene, we need to get you two in place while we play the movie for the audience." He was trying to be easy about this but he was obviously getting frustrated.

"It's the mist he didn't see what actually happened." Annabeth whispered. Oh…I really wish that made more sense.

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Annabeth POV

"You know this isn't all that bad of a movie." Percy whispered in my ear while we sat down watching the play. It actually wasn't that bad of a date movie considering that we knew the stars. And the production value was actually really good. Marybeth and Max sat next to Tyson watching the movie, thanks to Armony and Connor's involvement we got great seats. "Those two aren't that bad of actors." I looked up at the movie it was the scene where Ofelia and Quetzal first meet. Connor had just knocked into Armony and she dropped the things she was carrying. She looked up and a deep blush spread over her face. I couldn't help but smile.

"You know Percy I don't think there that good of actors."

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Armony POV

I must really have Nightingale Syndrome cause now I am intrigued at the prospect of kissing Connor. I'm watching the movie from my hiding place and I can't stop staring at his lips (or his butt). The killing the demon scene was playing now and the mist (though I still have no idea what it is) worked wonders. It showed Adventus undressing me and my real tears, if he even dares to try and come back I swear I will castrate him then I will kill him, but suddenly it skips to Connor surrounded by Annabeth, Percy, Tyson, Max and Marybeth but their dressed like Indians and then it shows him attacking and killing him while the Annabeth and Max helped me out of the chains. Then it skipped to the killing myself scene and now the funeral scene was about to be done.

Connor walked out with torch looking sad and mournful. The extras walked with him mirroring his look of grief. He raised his torch in the air and began his speech. The whole time I was too busy checking him out to actually pay attention I almost missed my cue. But the load roar of fire snapped me back to my senses. I climbed out of the trapdoor and stood on the stairs. I looked at Connor and smiled. He plastered a look of pleasure and surprise on his face.

"Quetzal, come with me my love. Let us ascend into the realm of the gods and live together." I held out my hand to him and Connor climbed the stairs and stood next to me. He took my hand and I swear I felt an electric current travel through my body. We climbed the final steps and stood on the top. He leaned in for the kiss as did I. Our lips were so close that we almost touched then the flames grew even higher and a loud 'caw' of a bird called through the air. The flames shaped into a bird and flew into the sky. I looked down and saw Max smiling sheepishly.

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"So how did you know that you were supposed to put the egg in the funeral pyre?" I questioned my little brother.

"Well in the brochure it is called shrine of the sun, and Annabeth said that a shrine and a temple are like the same thing so I figured it would work." He shrugged.

"Apparently," Annabeth got off her cell-phone after talking with Chiron. "Maz completed his quest. That was a Phoenix egg and he hatched it so…" Annabeth trailed off as she looked up in the sky. One of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen few down and perched itself on Max's arm. In a flash of flame it shrunk into a fire truck red canary.

"Well I guess he really likes you." I noted.

"Yeah." Max smiled petting his new pet.

"Why don't you name him?" Connor suggested.

"Okay." Max put his hand on his chin thinking. "Anastasios."

Ending AN. To any Charmed and or Daniel X fans I have a crossover between Charmed and Daniel X in the works. However I'm guessing since you guys are reading a Percy Jackson Fan Fic you're probably not.

But for those of you who are… here's the beginning 'thing' to the story.

The Witching Hour

Darkness and Light

Disgust and Desire

With weakness of Man and alien Might

Can one survive through hell's Fire?

With words sincere yet thoughts redone

What is said, intent for fun

The Witching hour has just begun