Shadows of an Empire

by XTheSonofHadesX

In a time when Mages are hunted for who and what they are, the wheels of destiny begin to turn. A prophecy issued, destinies to be fulfilled. Children are thrown into the chaos, struggling to find their paths. Will they find the light or be swallowed by darkness? Will they come together, or will they destroy one another? Hiatus/Discontinued.

14. Chapter 14

And we're back. I had an interesting week, lots of interesting things. Interesting fact about my family, a real life friend got to be on a podcast with some of my favorite Youtubers, and awesome stuff for me as an author. I feel like I've come full circle. I started out because I loved Hitome-Chan, and he recently read Children of Loss and liked it, so I'm all fanboying with glee. In other news, I want to thank all of you for the reviews, alerts, and favorites. It's always awesome, and usually what keeps me writing, that and a whip from my beta. Anyways, this chapter is a dedication chapter. For those of you that PM me, you might catch who this is dedicated to without me saying anything. I'm not going to say anything, though. Let's just get on with the chapter.

Important: This chapter, from beginning to end, takes place over the course of three weeks. After Bragi read it, he pointed out that it wasn't that clear and felt like it happened within a day or two. So, I just want to be clear on that, without actually doing work and taking more time to go back and work on it :P Every scene takes place on a different day. Every time we have another scene from Percy's POV, a week has passed. The only exception is the last two scenes. The scene where we pick up with Jason watching Percy and the final scene both take place on the same day, picking up right after the other. But the Jason scene does mark the third week. I hope this helped.

Warning: Smut! Sex! Violence. Language. Talk of death. If I missed anything, I apologize.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.

Chapter 13

Percy groaned as he sat up in bed, running a hand through his messy hair. He slid the covers off of his body and swung his legs out of his bed. He dragged his feet over to the door. He was now living in his own private quarters within the Black Palace. He opened the door, a dark haired blur pushing past him.

"Good morning to you, too," Percy grumbled. "When did you get back?"

Percy had not seen much of Nico in the past few weeks. The Mage had been consumed with his own personal studies. And, for the past three days, had been visiting Chiron's estate in the countryside.

Nico turned around with an odd smile on his face. "Well, I was enjoying the relaxing peace and quiet, when I was notified that you were, once again, sent up another rank in your classes," the raven haired Mage said in a sweet voice. His smile then dropped. "What is the matter with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Percy blinked at the boy in surprise. "I'm sorry? It's not my fault that I already know the healing and defensive magics."

Nico slapped his forehead. "You're impossible. You're going to get killed!"

Percy frowned at Nico. "What do you care?" Percy asked. Nico narrowed his eyes at the Arbiter. "Afraid of losing your sex slave?"

Nico rolled his eyes. "I'd hardly call it slavery anymore."

Percy grunted and rubbed at his wrist. It still felt odd to him to be without the metal band that Nico had placed on him upon his arrival. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Nico sighed and shook his head. "Why do I even bother?" He pursed his lips, his eyes dropping briefly to Percy's bare torso. "Just try and be more discreet."

Percy arched an eyebrow. "Everyone already knows I'm a Mage."

"Yes, but they don't know you're an Arbiter."

"What's your point?" Percy asked.

Nico stared at him in disbelief. "You are doing a better job in your restorations classes than anything Apollo can do!" He groaned and sat down on Percy's bed, rubbing his temple.

Percy shrugged. "I just get advanced because of it. You're a really good Mage. Besides, I haven't seen anyone pull off what you did back in the Grand Cathedral."

Nico stiffened. "Don't mention that to anyone," he hissed.

Percy leaned away from the boy in surprise. What was his problem? "Fine, fine. Whatever. I'll take your advice. You can go back to your relaxation now."

Nico glared at Percy from the corner of his eye. "That's hard to do with you around."

Percy chuckled and stretched his arms above his head. Nico's eyes traveled back down. The Mage unconsciously bit his lip as he eyed Percy's body. Percy smirked. "Perhaps you just came back because you missed me," he chuckled.

Nico shot him a death glare, growling under his breath. "Shut up," the Mage grunted. "Get ready for your damn classes."

Percy raised his eyebrows as Nico stood up and shoved past him to storm out of his room. Percy blinked at the door a few times before shrugging. He went over to his wardrobe and grabbed some clean clothes before slipping on a loose shirt and heading out the door.

After bathing and dressing, Percy walked back to his room to drop off his dirty clothes. From there, he made his way towards his first class of the day. He stared down at his clothes as he walked. It felt odd, being dressed in nice clothing again. Like Nico, he had chosen to stick to pants as opposed to robes, like a lot of Mages wore.

He walked into his class, where he was greeted by a smirking Apollo. After hearing about Percy's quick advancements in restoration magic, the blond had requested that Percy take one of his more advanced courses. "Good morning, Percy," Apollo greeted him.

Percy just nodded back at the blond before sitting down cross-legged on a large cushion with tassels on each of its square ends. He glanced up when a shadow rested over him. He blinked up at Apollo in confusion. "Sir?" He asked.

"You know, Percy, if you ever would like some private...lessons, I'd be more than happy to spend some extra time with you," the blond said with a seductive smile.

Percy rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, isn't that against the rules?"

Apollo shrugged, his smile still in place. "I won't tell if you won't."

"If I say no, it won't effect my standings, will it?" Percy asked.

Apollo chuckled. "Of course not, Percy. You're more than welcome to decline. After all, you're not a servant anymore."

Percy nodded, opening the tome used for Apollo's class. "Then, I think I'll have to decline."

Apollo sighed and ran a hand into his blond curls. "Pity. Odd, though, that you're still willing to take Nico to bed."

Percy cleared his throat and averted his eyes from Apollo, his cheeks turning pink. What was he supposed to say to that? He didn't have an answer for himself for that question, let alone Apollo. The best answer he could give himself was that Nico could still expose him, but he couldn't really say that to the blond.

Apollo smirked and stood back up to his full height. "Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me," the blond Mage said before walking back to the front of the room.

A short boy came into the room and sat down next to Percy, a huge grin on his face as he watched Percy. Percy sighed to himself, a smile of his own creeping onto his face. He turned his head to raise an eyebrow at the young boy.

He was a few years younger than Percy. He was thin and short, barely reaching the upper portion of Percy's chest. He had shaggy blue hair, colored by magic, with a strand hanging down past his shoulders on each side of his face. A few strands of his hair always poked out in a tangled mess. He had large turquoise eyes. The boy had a small nose and pale skin. He bounced slightly with excitement as he stared at Percy.

"Percy!" He greeted the older male excitedly.

"Good morning, Delphin," Percy chuckled.

The kid giggled and rolled onto his back, his legs still crossed in the air. "Oh, I wanted to tell you that I did this awesome thing with water in my primal magic class. I did this whip thing, and it was all whoa, but then the-professor-told-me-to-keep-focusing-and-I-ended-up-getting-distracted-and-knocking-the-professor-into-some-mud." He finally took a deep breath, much to Percy's relief. "So, I got in trouble. But I thought it was cool because you're cool and-"

"Whoa, slow down there, Delphin," Percy chuckled, holding up his hand. He smiled and shook his head. The boy had practically become glued to Percy's side since the Arbiter's most recent advancement.

The boy sat back up and began rocking back and forth on his crossed legs. "I just want to be awesome like you, since you're advancing so quickly. I want to advance as fast as you and-"

"Delphin!" Percy chuckled. He rubbed at his face with a small groan. The kid needed to be kept away from the sweets. The blue haired kid blinked back at him with his large eyes.

Apollo cleared his throat. "All right, I think we're ready to begin our lesson," the blond began. "Today, we're going to learn about healing wounds without leaving a scar."

Percy sighed and rested his chin on his palm, his elbow resting on his right leg. Great, he thought, yet another lesson that he already knew. The only classes he was actually benefiting from were courses that focused on the offensive, rather than the defensive, magic. He already knew everything that the Black Palace could probably ever offer him, and then some, about restoration and defensive spells.

---

"No," Kronos droned.

"But-" Ethan attempted, only to be cut off by the Justicar.

"I said no!" Kronos turned around to glare at the Arbiter. He huffed and continued on his way through the Grand Cathedral, quickly marching up the steps in an attempt to get some distance between himself and the dark haired Arbiter.

"But Percy's been gone for two months. Don't you want to unwind? You do have needs."

Kronos sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Two young priestesses giggled to themselves as Kronos and Ethan walked towards them. Kronos shot them a death glare as he walked by, which only caused them to snicker more.

"If you don't mind, I need to go see my father," Kronos snapped.

"So, after?"

Kronos sighed, his head dropping with a slight groan. "Why are you so persistent?

Ethan grinned. "Why are you so resistant?" He closed in from behind Kronos. "Are you still upset that Percy is being used for sex by that little Mage?" He chuckled and slung an arm around Kronos.

Kronos grunted and brushed Ethan's arm away. "If I ever see that Mage again..." Kronos trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air.

"Someone's jealous."

Kronos narrowed his eyes. "I am not."

"I don't know why you chase after Percy. He's only ever going to see you as a friend."

Kronos turned a venomous glare on the Arbiter. "If he would just open his eyes and see that I actually like him, things might be different. I'll just tell him when he gets back."

Ethan shrugged, slinging his arms behind his head. "But, if you ask me, he seems to enjoy his nightly activities with that dark haired Mage from the prophecy. I mean, he's not the boy's servant anymore."

"Shut up," Kronos hissed. "He's only doing it so the boy won't turn him in."

"Of course," Ethan said cheerfully.

Kronos shoved the Arbiter away. He could feel a headache coming on. "I'm done with this discussion. Now, if you don't leave me alone, I'll fuck you until you can't get up in the morning, and then we'll see how much you want it after Hyperion gets through with you."

Ethan frowned, but didn't continue to follow the other dark haired boy. "Fine, go wallow in your misery."

Kronos rolled his eyes, tossing a wave over his shoulder. "It's fun. You should try it sometime," he said.

He made his way outside, following the stone path that led to the Justicar barracks. His eyes flickered up to stare at the tall square building. The place had been his home his entire life. After his mother had died, the only place left for him was within the Grand Cathedral with his father. He missed his mother, even if he did have trouble remembering her face.

He had been very young when she had died. Besides Percy, her death was one of his earliest memories. It had been a night that had been seared into his mind, probably for the rest of his life.

There had been so much blood. He remembered the witch's face as she cut into his mother repeatedly. He remembered the frightening display of magic the woman had used after sacrificing his mother. He remembered how the witch slaughtered the Justicars that had been escorting Kronos and his mother back to Clotho.

His mother's dying screams still haunted him at night. He woke up with the witch's hollow eyes turned on him after destroying everything around them. He often still felt the witch's cold sharp nails still digging into his arm. He still felt her blood splatter across his face as the only surviving Justicar, Oceanus, cut her down.

It had been because of that night that Kronos had willingly joined the order. It had been one of the few times that his father had openly said that he was proud of Kronos. But after that night, Kronos hadn't smiled for a long time. Not until he had met Percy.

He frowned as he approached his father's quarters. Two Justicars stood outside the closed door. Their facial features looked the same, as they were twins, but there were differences in their bodies. One was slightly more muscular, while the other one was lean and slender. The more muscular of the two had scars covering his face and arms, and his face was set in a permanent scowl. The less muscular twin had a blank expression, which always seemed to unnerve the people around him. They were both blond with deep amber eyes that bordered on orange.

Kronos glared at the two of them when they blocked his entrance to his father's quarters. "Deimos, Phobos, I want to see my father. Move," he growled.

Deimos, the more muscular of the two, smirked. "Sorry, but we were given orders to not let anyone in," the blond said.

"And why not?"

"Your father is meeting with the Emperor," Phobos answered.

Kronos sighed. "Again? What are they talking about?"

Deimos shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. Just following orders," the muscular youth said.

"I just want a quick word with him," Kronos tried. He attempted to enter the door again, only to have the brothers draw their swords and cross them over the door.

"Orders are orders," Phobos growled.

Kronos rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever." He let out a sigh. "Just tell him I need to speak with him when he's done."

The raven haired Justicar grunted at them before walking off. He walked down towards his chambers. Even though they resided on the same floor, the walk always felt like an eternity. Ever since Kronos's mother died, his father had been colder towards him. Kronos theorized that it was because he reminded Ouranos of his mother. He had his mother's eyes and pale skin, which would probably explain why his father rarely looked him in the eyes for very long.

He sighed and opened his door. Once inside, he went about stripping himself of his armor, not wanting to bother with the extra weight at the moment. After that, he fell face first onto his bed, letting out a loud groan.

"You look like you're having a good day."

Kronos groaned again and sat up. He glanced over to the mirror that sat in the corner of his room, narrowing his eyes at the image of Percy. "Normally, I'd be glad to hear your voice, but if you're going to be an ass-"

"I'm just teasing," Percy chuckled. "So, how are things?"

Kronos sighed. "Father and Hyperion are still bickering about that mirror that you found," he reported. "How are you?" His eyes darkened. "Still enjoying your company?"

Percy chuckled. "Is someone jealous?"

Kronos's ears turned pink. "No! I just don't understand why you're doing this. I'm beginning to question if it's really all that torturous for you."

Percy gave Kronos a small smile. "He's not that bad. He's actually been watching out for me."

"He's trying to lull you into a false sense of security!" Kronos exclaimed, flailing his arms wildly. "He might be trying to seduce you into staying in the Imperium!"

"Anyways," Percy began, "classes are relatively easy for me, at least the restoration and defensive ones." The Arbiter blew out a breath. "But the other courses are pretty interesting."

Kronos rolled his eyes. "You're actually enjoying yourself?"

Percy blinked at him. "I didn't say that. I do miss home."

Kronos frowned. "And me?"

Percy chuckled. "Of course I miss you, too."

Kronos smiled and got off his bed so that he could sit in front of the mirror. "I wish you would hurry up and get home."

Percy nodded. "I know. I'm trying," he sighed. "I just need a little more time. I'm trying to figure out the best way to get Thalia out." He clicked his tongue and glanced off to the side for a few seconds. "So, what has you so depressed today?"

Kronos grunted and wrapped his arms around his knees. "Father was having another meeting with Emperor Minos."

Percy arched an eyebrow. "And that has you upset? That's not really unusual."

Kronos nodded his head. "I know, but I needed to talk to him."

"Oh? What about?"

"Your old classmate reported in to Hyperion today," the Justicar said bitterly.

Percy chuckled. "Annabeth? Isn't she in Jahara?" He asked. Kronos nodded. "What did she say?"

Kronos's eyes darkened. "You're not going to like it."

Percy frowned. "Tell me."

"There might be another mirror."

Percy's jaw clenched. "In Jahara?" He asked.

Kronos nodded. "That's what Annabeth says. She hasn't found it, but there are rumors floating around about it. Ever since you reported the Imperium's mirror, we've been keeping an eye out for any more that might be out there."

Percy nodded his head. He bit down on his lips, which drew Kronos's attention. The Arbiter blew out a breath. "So, what is going to be done about it?" He asked.

Kronos shrugged. "We're waiting for it to be found first. Annabeth is going to keep looking, and we're just waiting to hear from her again." Kronos grunted after he finished, sitting back against his bed and crossing his arms.

Percy chuckled. "You really don't like her, do you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kronos mumbled.

Percy smiled. "Is it because she used to have a crush on me when we were in the Academy?" He tutted and continued to smile at Kronos. "Jealousy does not become you, friend." He finished by winking at the Justicar.

Kronos narrowed his eyes. "I'm not jealous. You are more than welcome to do as you wish with her."

Percy chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, as I said, there was never anything going on between us."

Kronos grunted. "Speaking of sexual experiences," he began. Percy rolled his eyes. "Are you going to be apprehending that Mage when you leave?"

Percy shrugged. "I guess. I mean, he is a child of prophecy. But, he's not going to be the easiest person to kidnap from the city. But we do need him for the prophecy." Percy eyed Kronos. "Why do you ask?"

Kronos just shrugged.

Percy pursed his lips. "You're not going to try and fight him again, are you?" He sighed. "I'd prefer to keep him unharmed."

Kronos narrowed his eyes. "Why do you even care about him?" The Justicar growled.

Percy sighed and shook his head. "Can we just not talk about him? I messaged you because I missed you, not for bickering." There was a knock at Percy's door and the Arbiter's eyes darted away from Kronos. "I got to go," he whispered before his image vanished.

Kronos groaned and fell back on his floor. Why did he have such a bad feeling about this? That Mage was going to betray Percy, and the Arbiter didn't even realize it. How could Percy trust him so easily? Kronos huffed from his spot on the floor. As much as he knew they needed Nico for the prophecy, he wanted the kid to stay and rot in the Imperium. He just wanted the Mage as far away from Percy as possible.

He could only imagine what was happening now that the Mage could easily sink his fingers into Percy. And the way Percy had stared at him in the prison, Kronos had hated it. That Mage was going to cause problems, Kronos had known that the moment he had laid eyes on him.

---

Percy yelped as he found himself on the floor. He glared up at a beautiful and proud looking pale girl. She was relatively tall, coming up to Percy's shoulders. Her skin was almost pale enough to resemble snow, and nearly blended in with her white robes. Her black hair hung down to her back, while she had short bangs in the front. Her eyes were a dark brown, but, unlike Nico's, they lacked any warmth.

"What do you want, Khione?" Percy growled as he stood back up.

He had advanced again in his defensive magic courses, and ever since, the girl had made it very clear she didn't like Percy. "Just reminding you where you belong," Khione said in a chillingly sweet voice, "in the dirt." She sneered at him before turning on her heel and walking off.

Percy sighed and knelt down to pick up his books. A tan hand appeared in front of him, helping him to pick up his things. He glanced up to find a girl with curly black hair and brown eyes. She had freckles dotting her face. She was average height and relatively thin. She always carried a satchel for herbs on her belt.

"Here you are, Percy," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, Katie," he said, returning the girl's smile.

"Don't mind Khione, she's just bitter."

Percy chuckled. "Well, I'm not trying to cause problems. I'd prefer not to stick out at all."

"Sort of hard when you keep advancing through your courses."

Percy nodded with a smile. "That's true. You're actually not the first person to tell me that. I hear it a lot, actually."

Katie shook her head. "And yet you keep flying through your courses."

Percy shrugged. "Just trying to find a challenge."

Katie chuckled and nodded. "I'm sure you'll get there eventually. Until then, I need to get going to my alchemy class."

Percy nodded and waved as the girl walked off. He walked along the stone path that led between buildings. He glanced around at one of the gardens within the Black Palace's borders. He let out a small yelp as he was yanked backwards, over a small stone wall and into some bushes.

Thalia placed a hand over his mouth and raised a finger to her lips. He arched an eyebrow at her when she finally dropped her hand from his face. "Thalia?" Percy whispered. "What are you doing? How did you even ge-" Percy sighed and shook his head. "You know what? I don't even wanna know how you did it this time."

Thalia grinned at him. "It involved some barrels, a pillar, and a well placed tapestry," she replied. Percy chuckled and shook his head. "Anyways, I wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm fine. I advanced again."

"Great," Thalia droned. "So?"

Percy's eyebrows rose slightly. "Oh, right. Um, I think it's almost time for us to get out of here. I don't have everything together just yet, but we do need to leave. I think you should work on getting supplies ready."

"What about your armor and weapons?"

Percy sighed. "Let's just worry about getting out of here first. I can always get new armor and weapons when we get home." He glanced out of the bush as a guard went running by. "I just need to figure some things out."

"And Nico? As much as I'd rather leave him here, he is needed for the prophecy. I don't think it works if I try doing whatever it is I'm supposed to do by myself." She arched an eyebrow. "Besides, you two seem to have gotten cozy as of late."

Percy cleared his throat and looked off to the side. "I'll worry about him later as well. My main concern is getting you to safety, as that was my original assignment."

"She's over there!"

They both looked up to see a guard heading towards them. Thalia sighed. "Shit. Well, they don't need to see us together. Stay here until I'm gone," she hissed. Percy nodded. Thalia shot out of the bush and took off running around the garden.

The girl jumped onto the fountain and kicked water after the two guards that were chasing her. She leapt from the stone structure and ran over to a tree, where she picked up a fallen branch. She laughed triumphantly as she swung the branch at the two guards. Percy laughed under his breath as he watched the girl.

"Having fun?"

Percy tilted his head back to look up at Nico. "As a matter of fact, I am," he said with a smile.

Nico rolled his eyes with a sigh. "What were you two talking about?" The Mage asked.

Percy shrugged, standing up from the bush. "She just wanted to see how I was doing."

Nico eyed him carefully for a moment before shrugging. "Anyways, I heard that you were applying to be an Arcane Warrior."

"I was thinking about it," Percy confirmed.

"Great," Nico mumbled.

Percy tilted his head to the side. "Problem?"

Nico shook his head, helping Percy climb back over the stone wall. "I just wish you wouldn't."

"Why is that?"

Nico frowned up at Percy. "Make sure to take Minerva," he mumbled, changing the subject. "And just stay away from Jason."

Percy arched an eyebrow. "Is that you being possessive of him?" The Arbiter grunted.

Nico's jaw locked and his eyes turned cold. "I was actually telling you that for your benefit, not for Jason." Percy's eyes widened and he let out a yelp as Nico shoved him back over the wall and into the bush.

Percy groaned and let his head fall back into the grass. Maybe he should just be celibate, he thought. He didn't understand either sex. He sighed and looked up when he heard giggling.

Delphin stood over him, staring down at him in amusement. "What are you doing down there, Percy?" The kid asked.

"Contemplating living in solitude for the rest of my life," Percy mumbled. He sighed and sat up. "Don't ever grow up, Delphin, your problems will only get worse."

The blue haired kid laughed at him. "You're funny, Percy," he giggled. "You also have some leaves in your hair."

Percy sighed and combed his fingers through his black locks. "Apollo was looking for you. I think he wanted to advance you again, since you're so amazing."

Percy smiled and stood up, ruffling the kid's hair. "Thanks."

Delphin beamed up at him before bounding off towards his next destination. Percy let out a groan. He had a lot to figure out, and little time to do it all in. How was he going to get Thalia out? He needed to keep his cover for the remainder of that time. But what was he going to do about Nico? Should he leave the Mage for now? Did he even want to?

---

Thalia opened her window and peered outside. She pursed her lips as she looked down at the ground. She hummed to herself as she walked back into her room and picked up a pile of sheets tied together on her bed. She calmly walked back over to the window, where she tossed the sheets outside.

She gave the end that was tied to her bed a few good tugs before smirking. She whistled lightly as she pushed a finger against the flower vase beside her window and knocked it to the ground, where it shattered. She quickly scurried over to her wardrobe, where she closed herself inside.

Not two seconds later, her door was opened and the guard outside her door ran into the room. He walked over to the open window and looked down. He cursed under his breath before running out of the room. "Escaped! The girl has escaped!" He yelled as he ran.

Thalia smiled to herself as she slowly opened her wardrobe. She grabbed a dark blue robe that Percy had managed to sneak her through a servant named Grover. Donning the robes, she slid the hood onto her head. She walked over to the door and peered outside. Smiling triumphantly, she stepped outside and made her way down the hall.

She slipped through the Black Palace. She didn't encounter very many guards. She theorized that they were all outside searching for her. If that were the case, this would go better than expected. Perhaps she should go get Percy after raiding the kitchen. If they waited until the search was over, they might have a chance of escaping.

She pushed the kitchen door open, peering around in the dark to make sure that she was alone. She slowly closed the door behind her and crept over to the nearest table. She pulled out a sack and sat it down before rummaging around for various supplies.

She nearly had the sack full, when a voice came from the shadows.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She froze and turned around. She squinted in the darkness, but was unable to find the person. "Who's there?" She hissed.

A flame appeared on the other side of the room. Nico sat on the cabinet, watching her cautiously. He snapped his fingers with his free hand and the candles in the room all came to life. "I'll ask you again. What do you think you're doing?" He repeated.

"I was hungry," she answered.

Nico arched an eyebrow, extinguishing the flame in his hand. "You could have simply asked for some food. Some of the guards would have been happy to have gotten you some. But instead, you send them off on a wild goose chase."

Thalia shrugged innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing down here?"

Nico frowned at her. "Looking for you," he mumbled. "I'm not a fool."

"Could have fooled me."

Nico narrowed his eyes at her. "I could turn you in, you know."

Thalia arched an eyebrow, stuffing a roll in her sack. "Aren't you going to anyways?" She asked.

Nico crossed his legs. "That depends on what you're doing."

Thalia smiled innocently, holding up an apple. "Just getting some snacks."

Nico's eyes darkened. "I'm not going to let you take him."

Thalia's smile dropped. "Well, he doesn't want to stay here." She pursed her lips. "But you're doing a bad job at keeping him here."

Nico continued to glare at her. "I don't know what you're talking about," he hissed.

"Suit yourself," Thalia said with a shrug.

Nico watched her as she went and gathered a few potatoes. "What do you know?"

Thalia smirked to herself. "Just that you like Percy."

Nico's face visibly paled. "I do not," he growled.

"Whatever you say," Thalia sang.

Nico glared at her. "I hate you."

She shrugged. "The feeling is mutual."

"Go back to worshipping the ashes of a dead woman."

"Go back to unleashing evil upon the world."

"Fuck you."

"You're not my type."

"Good, because I don't like your dirty vagina," Nico growled. "Go get yourself laid."

"After you."

"Already did."

"Whore."

"Cunt."

"Prat."

"Tramp."

Thalia growled at the boy. "And how are you feelings working out with Percy?"

Nico glared at her. "I don't like Percy."

Thalia rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you practically beg him to bend you over every time he enters the room. Why don't you just tie him to your bed, make your life easier? Oh, but you can't convert him."

"Who says I want to," Nico hissed.

"Because you like him."

"I said, I do not!"

Thalia rolled her eyes. If Nico honestly believed that, boys were more dense than she originally thought. "Keep telling yourself that. Perhaps when you stop using that blond friend of yours to distract yourself from Percy, I'll believe you."

Nico's glare vanished, replaced by an expression of shock. "I...I'm not...You can't prove that."

Thalia gave him a disbelieving look. She sighed and placed her hands on the table. "Really? The way you look at him couldn't possibly be any indication of having feelings for our dear Arbiter friend." She arched an eyebrow at Nico. "But what is it you hope to gain from this? You want him to return your feelings? You want him to stay here with you?"

Judging by Nico's defeated look, she assumed she had guessed correctly. The boy glanced down at the counter that he sat on, a frown on his face. The Mage rubbed at his arm, not wanting to look back up.

"You're just scared of your feelings," Thalia continued. "I just don't understand why."

"I don't want to fall in love with him," Nico whispered. "And I could see myself doing so rather easily."

Thalia shook her head, her lips pursed. "You're afraid to love? What is wrong with you?"

Nico's brow furrowed. "You wouldn't understand. You let your feelings make you weak."

"I'm strong enough to kick your ass," Thalia countered.

Nico's eyes narrowed. "Try it."

Thalia sighed. "Well, I can't have him stay here," she continued in a soft tone. "I want to go home, and I know he does, too."

Nico slowly nodded his head. "Good," he whispered, still not looking at the girl.

Thalia shook her head. She pursed her lips tightly, wanting to curse herself for what she was about to do. "But, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not sure if he wants to leave you."

Nico glanced up at her, perking up slightly. "He likes me?"

Thalia rolled her eyes. "I didn't say that," she mumbled. "He might, with some more time." She rubbed her face. Why was she being nice to this Mage again? Perhaps because he might end up helping them escape, with the right coaxing. Even if she didn't like the boy, she needed to do what needed to be done. Besides, it wasn't as if she was lying, not really anyways.

Nico nodded, his brow furrowing. "He's going to get caught," Nico confessed. He pursed his lips, finally meeting Thalia's eyes. "I think they are starting to suspect. Apollo was talking about how he thought it was odd that they haven't seen this kind of skill in a healer since Nemesis."

Thalia pursed her lips as well, a faint chill running down her spine. "They'll kill him if they find out why he's here," she whispered.

Nico nodded sadly. "I know."

"But you don't want him to die, do you?" She asked, watching for Nico's reaction. She needed this to work She needed Nico to get them out of the Imperium, one way or the other. And if she had to play on Nico's feelings for Percy, so be it.

"No," Nico finally whispered. "I do like him. I just don't want to."

Thalia cocked her head to the side. "Why not? Percy's a nice guy. He's really sweet, handsome, caring, and dedicated. What more could you want? And he actually seems to care about you."

Nico sighed, his lips forming a thin line. "There so many answers to that question. He's the enemy, as are you. If I were caught trying to help either of you..." Nico shook his head, taking in a deep breath.

"But you don't want to have him executed. They won't kill me if we tried to escape, but I can't say the same for Percy." She met Nico's eyes, forcing the boy to hold her gaze. "How far are you willing to go to protect him?"

Nico bit down on his lip, his eyes looking sad and hurt. He looked down at the floor for a few moments before his brow furrowed. He glanced back up at Thalia, his eyes lacking the warmth they had a second ago. "Get back to your room before I call the guards," he said darkly.

Thalia glared at him for a few seconds before grabbing her sack and walking out of the kitchen, leaving the boy to sulk alone. Well, perhaps they needed to find another way of escaping the Black Palace. Nico didn't seem to be any help after all.

He was just a selfish little brat that wanted to keep his plaything where he could see it. She just needed to get Percy out of the Imperium as soon as possible. If she didn't, she feared for what might happen. She had told the truth about Percy possibly liking Nico. And if she didn't get the two away from each other, she was worried that Percy's loyalties might begin to be put to the test. After all, he did have some odd beliefs when it came to his own religion.

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Jason frowned as he watched Minerva praise Percy on his first day of Arcane Warrior training. So the guy was all right with a sword, big deal. Why did he have to get so much attention, especially from Nico? He glared at the young man's back as he rested his chin on his crossed arms.

Khione came to stand beside him, laughing coldly at his sulking. "My, my, don't you look defeated?" She sighed.

"Shut up," Jason growled.

Khione smirked at him. "Now don't be like that, I'm actually here to be nice."

"You? Nice?" He said in disbelief.

"Mmm," Khione hummed. "Perhaps for different reasons, but, nevertheless, we have a common enemy. You want your precious Nico back, and I want some spotlight." She inspected her nails. "I do want to finish at the top of my class, but I don't see that happening if that kid doesn't butt out of my way."

"What do you propose?" Jason mumbled, glancing back to Percy, who was nodding at something Minerva was saying.

"Perhaps you could show him how a real Arcane Warrior fights?"

Jason frowned. "Nico would get mad at me."

The girl rested her elbow on the wooden fence, placing her chin gently in her hand. "Would he? Or would he run into your arms at such a display of strength?"

Jason pursed his lips, contemplating the idea. Percy had been the source of a lot of his problems, mainly with Nico, ever since his arrival. And he was talented. Where in all of Teleria did he learn his magic? Nobody learned that fast.

He grunted and stood up straight as Percy headed in their direction. He threw on a smile as the young man walked out of the fenced area. "So, Percy," Jason began, "I see you decided to become an Arcane Warrior."

Percy eyed him carefully. "Yes, I did," the green-eyed young man replied.

Jason forced his smile to stay in place. He stuck his hand out in between them. "Well then, let me welcome you to the order." He chuckled dryly. "Well, that is if you make the cut."

Percy frowned and shook Jason's hand. Jason smirked and attempted to give Percy's hand a rather harsh squeeze. Percy arched an eyebrow at him before returning the pressure. Jason pursed his lips, trying not to make any noise that might resemble pain.

Percy finally let go of his hand and turned to walk off. Jason shook his hand to return the blood flow. He frowned at Percy's back. His eyes darkened as he took off after the young man, leaving a smirking Khione behind. "You know, Percy, if you ever want some help, I'd be more than happy to show you a few things."

Percy eyed him out of the corner of his eye. "Thanks, but I think I'll be all right," he mumbled.

Jason frowned when Percy looked away. He was the best in his class! One of the best Arcane Warriors alive today! And this new student was going to turn down his help? Jason began to see red. Jason chuckled dryly again before pressing a hand to Percy's chest. "And you're still bedding Nico," Jason said, his eyes glaring at Percy. "I guess it wasn't as torturous for you after all."

Percy frowned at the blond. "I really don't want to discuss what goes on between Nico and me with you."

"There shouldn't even be anything going on between the two of you!" Jason snapped.

Percy's eyes turned a shade darker. "I'm not forcing Nico to do anything. Perhaps you should be having this discussion with him."

"I had him first."

Percy arched an eyebrow. "And apparently he would rather have me now. Although, I don't really understand why he's been flirting with you. You just seem to want to act like a brat that doesn't get your way."

Jason's eyes widened in surprise for a few seconds before his face set into a scowl. "Well, he must find something he likes in me more, since he keeps flirting with me. I'm sure that you'll be tossed aside by him eventually, and I'll just be waiting here for when that happens."

Percy shrugged, a small smirk on his face. He leaned in closer to Jason. "I'm not that worried," he whispered.

Jason clenched his jaw, his hand traveling down to the sword at his waist. Percy's eyes followed his hand before traveling back up to raise an eyebrow at Jason. Electricity sparked on Jason's fingertips.

"What is going on?"

They both turned their heads to find Nico staring at them with his arms crossed. Jason and Percy shrugged. "Nothing," they both chorused.

Nico sighed and massaged his temple. His eyes flickered from one boy to the other. He settled on Percy, his lips tilting down into a frown. "Percy?" He asked.

Percy shrugged again. "Why don't you ask your blond romantic interest over here," the raven haired young man grumbled.

"You're one to talk," Jason huffed.

"Both of you shut up," Nico growled. "You're both acting like children."

"I just don't understand why you're still involved with him," Jason huffed.

Nico arched an eyebrow. "I'm starting to question why I'm involved with you."

Both Jason and Percy blinked at Nico in surprise. "Wh-what are you saying?" Jason asked.

"I'm saying that we can still be friends, but I'm ending anything beyond that right now."

Jason saw red again as Nico's eyes traveled over to Percy. The dark haired Mage sighed and walked over to the green-eyed young man. Jason's eyes turned a dark shade of blue as Percy began walking off with Nico. It was his fault, Jason thought. This was Percy's fault.

The Arcane Warrior reached for his sword and unsheathed it. He glared at Percy's back as he marched his way up to the young man's retreating form. As he raised his blade to strike Percy, the green-eyed young man spun around and grabbed Jason's arm. He brought his elbow down onto Jason's arm, forcing the blond to drop his blade.

Jason seethed with rage and formed a ball of electricity in his hand. He growled and threw it at Percy, who raised a barrier and easily protected himself. He leapt at Percy, who dodged to the side. Jason yelped as he was yanked back by his collar and flung into the nearest tree. He opened his eyes just in time to receive a swift punch to the jaw.

He kneed Percy in the stomach in order to get out of the raven haired young man's grasp. He clenched his fist and swung at Percy, who raised his arm and shielded himself from the blow. Percy threw a punch into Jason's stomach, causing the blond to double over. The blond quickly grabbed his sword from the ground, raising it in front of himself.

"Percy, stop!" Nico yelled as Percy drew his newly acquired Arcane Warrior sword.

Jason's glare and hatred only increased at hearing Nico worry about the young man in front of him. But he should be worried, Jason thought. Jason was intent on making several things clear to Percy, and his skill as an Arcane Warrior was one of them.

Jason let out a cry as he swung at Percy. Percy raised his own sword and countered before swinging the hilt of his sword around to hit Jason's cheek. The blond hissed and staggered back, placing a hand over his newly forming bruise. His eyes flickered to Percy's, slightly getting caught off guard. There was something about Percy's eyes, almost familiar. The emotionless state, the determination, the fierceness; Jason had seen it before.

They charged each other again, exchanging quick blows, which were each deflected. Jason's eyes widened as Percy raised his free hand, erecting a barrier around his hand. He grabbed Jason's sword before slicing his own across Jason's arm. The blond hissed and attempted to kick Percy in the side, which ended up failing. Percy spun his blade around and slammed the butt of his sword into Jason's stomach. Jason doubled over, coughing. Percy wasted no time in slamming the butt of his sword down into the back of Jason's head.

Jason hit the ground rather harshly. His eyes widened as he rolled over to find the tip of Percy's sword at his throat. He stared up into Percy's cold eyes, which stared back at him with a look that told Jason how prepared Percy was to slit his throat if he needed to.

"Percy!" Nico yelled, grabbing Percy's wrist.

The green-eyed young man blinked, the cold look in his eyes vanishing. He sighed and stood back to his full height before sheathing his sword. Percy turned and walked off without another word. Nico looked down at Jason, shaking his head in disappointment. Jason felt his heart break a little as Nico took off after Percy.

Jason panted on the ground. That hadn't gone how he had expected it to. Had Percy even been trying? It felt more like when he and Nico dueled with their magic, like he was holding back. And where had Percy learned to fight like that? He couldn't have learned from one day of practice with Minerva. There had only been one warrior that he had ever met that could fight like that, and she hadn't returned with Nico from the Empire.

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"Percy, wait," Nico called after him.

Percy sighed and halted his process of shutting his door. Nico stepped inside, eyeing him with a nervous gaze. "What?" Percy asked, removing his sword from his belt.

"I just didn't want you to kill him," Nico whispered. "What if you get in trouble, Percy? How are you going to explain your experience with a blade?"

Percy pursed his lips, slipping his shirt over his head. "I don't know," he admitted.

"What if they kill you?"

Percy turned around to face Nico. "Then I'll have died for my faith and in the line of duty."

Nico stared up at the ceiling, his lips tightly pursed. "I don't want you to die," he said softly.

Percy sat down on his bed and began removing his boots. "I'm not your concern."

Nico sighed. "I..." He trailed off and pursed his lips. He turned around and took a deep breath before facing Percy again. "I do care about you, Percy. I don't want to see you get killed."

Percy looked up at him with slight surprise. He shrugged. "Well, I care about you, too. That's why I helped you with your tournament."

Nico groaned and shook his head. Percy's head tilted to the side. "That's not-" He stopped himself, shutting his mouth. "Never mind. Just be more careful. If Jason mentions it to Chiron, I'll try and do my best to deny it."

Percy sighed and sat back on his palms. Nico's eyes raked over Percy's exposed chest, which made Percy smirk. "You know, I'm actually in the mood, if you can spare some time," Percy chuckled.

Nico glared at him. "I'm supposed to be in charge here," he grumbled.

"Of course," Percy said cheerfully. "So?"

Nico rolled his eyes before yanking his tunic over his head. Percy chuckled as Nico ended up on top of him. They fell back onto the bed, their lips already locked. Percy thrust his tongue into Nico's mouth, which was met by little resistance.

Nico's hands worked to unbutton Percy's pants, while Percy's hands slipped into the back of Nico's own pants. They made short work of the rest of their clothing before Percy found himself pinned to the bed. He arched an eyebrow up at Nico, who stared back down at him with dark lust filled eyes.

Nico raked his nails down Percy's chest as he descended the Arbiter's torso. Percy arched his hips up when he felt Nico's hot breath on his arousal. The Mage smirked and flicked his tongue out at the tip. Percy growled down at him before grabbing the back of Nico's head and sliding Nico's mouth onto his erection.

Percy thrust his hips up to meet Nico each time he descended upon him. Percy moaned and pulled Nico off of him before tossing the boy onto the bed. He quickly kissed, licked, and bit his way down Nico's chest and stomach before he reached his destination. He quickly took the smaller boy into his mouth, and was rewarded by a moan.

Nico gasped as Percy's tongue swirled around his member. He attempted to buck his hips, but Percy held them in place. Percy held out a hand and snapped his fingers. Nico tilted his head to the side in confusion. Percy rolled his eyes, still sucking on Nico. He pointed his finger to the nightstand beside his bed. Nico reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out a bottle of oil.

The Mage handed it to Percy, who quickly coated his fingers. As he continued to suck on Nico, he slid his index finger into the pale boy. He smirked when Nico let out a loud gasp, letting Percy know he had found what he had been looking for. Percy slid in a second finger and picked up his pace on sucking on Nico's length.

He pulled off, making a popping noise, and opened the bottle of oil again. He coated himself in the substance before lining himself up with Nico's entrance. Nico's head fell back in a moan as Percy slid inside of him. His face contorted in slight pain and Percy halted his movements. He leaned down and kissed Nico lightly on the lips.

When Nico's ankles pressed against his ass, Percy took the hint to begin moving. He slid out before sliding back into the boy underneath him. Percy sat up on his knees and placed Nico's legs onto his shoulders before slamming into the Mage. Nico's head rolled to the side with a loud moan.

Percy kissed Nico's ankles when he noticed the boy's toes curling. He reached down and grabbed Nico's length. "Not yet," Nico whined, trying to stop Percy.

Percy just batted his hand away and continued his thrusts into the smaller boy. He quickened his pace when Nico began begging for more. He pulled back and slammed in rather harshly, making Nico gasp. Percy's hand continued to stroke Nico, though the Mage no longer complained about the action.

Percy descended on Nico's neck and bit down on the flesh there. Nico let out a moan. Percy continued to slam his hips against Nico. He listened as Nico's moans increased in both amount and volume. Percy groaned as Nico's nails sank into his back as they raked down his flesh. Percy growled and pounded Nico into the mattress.

Nico cried out and released himself onto his stomach. They both panted as Percy slowed down. Nico frowned up at him. "What about you?" He asked.

Percy shrugged. "I'll be fine, if you want to stop," Percy answered.

Nico answered him by pushing himself up into Percy's lap. Percy grabbed Nico's waist to hold the boy up as he sat back on his haunches. Nico grabbed Percy's face and crashed their lips together. Percy moaned into the kiss as Nico began grinding himself against Percy.

As they pulled back, the two locked eyes as Percy began to slide into Nico. The Mage began moaning again as he wrapped his arms around Percy's neck. The Arbiter grabbed Nico's hips and began slamming the boy onto his arousal. Percy's head fell to the side as he felt Nico's teeth sink into his shoulder.

Nico began gasping in his ear as Percy lifted the smaller boy up and slammed Nico down on his length harder and faster. Percy grabbed the back of Nico's neck and brought Nico's lips to his. He bit on Nico's lip and sucked on it. His hands traveled back down to Nico's ass, where he groped the boy's pale cheeks.

Percy and Nico both moaned and Percy felt Nico tighten around him again. Percy's eyes rolled back as he expelled himself into Nico. Nico collapsed against Percy's chest and released himself a second time. Percy fell forward onto the bed, his hands shooting out to catch himself before he crushed Nico. He panted over the smaller boy, whose eyes were already drooping.

He smiled and leaned down for a quick kiss. Nico kissed him back lazily before letting his head fall to the side. The Mage whined as Percy removed himself from Nico. Percy rolled off to the side, where Nico quickly buried his face into Percy's chest. Percy tilted his head to the side, his eyebrow raising, as he stared down at the tired Mage.

Percy yawned and stretched. He worked to pull the covers over the two of them before whispering a spell under his breath to extinguish the light. Nico nuzzled closer to Percy, placing his hand onto the Arbiter's chest. Percy closed his eyes and let his cheek fall onto the top of Nico's head.

An hour or two later, Percy still couldn't sleep. He was tired, but his mind kept wandering. What if there really was another mirror? What was going to happen to the one in the Imperium? Would the Covenant declare all-out war on the Imperium? What would happen to Nico if it did? Was Annabeth all right in Jahara? Would he and Thalia be able to escape? So many questions that he just didn't have the answers to.

Percy sighed and slid out from under Nico. He glanced down at the sleeping boy in the darkness. He brushed at some of Nico's hair before sliding out of bed. He slid on his pants, checking to make sure the relic was there. After that, he slid on his shirt and headed towards the door. He turned himself invisible and opened the door to walk out into the hall.

He walked until he found a dark corridor. He sat down in a dark corner, behind a stone pillar. He buried in his face in his hands for a few seconds before running his hands down his face and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out the relic and turned it over several times in his hand. He took in a deep breath, contemplating what he was about to do.

"Annabeth," he whispered.

The coin lit up and reflected a dark room with a girl hunched over a table. She had golden blonde hair that often reminded Percy of what a princess's hair should look like. She was tall, fit, and athletic, reaching up to Percy's nose. In the Academy, she had been the only Arbiter that could hand Percy his ass, though he always claimed that he let her win. Her eyes were an intense shade of grey, which were currently distracted by the map in front of her. She was tan and very pretty, in Percy's opinion. If she hadn't always been so distracted with her studies and job, what Percy had told Kronos might have been different.

"Annabeth," Percy whispered again.

The blonde looked up with slight surprise. "Percy?" She asked. She moved away from the table to come and stand in front of whatever surface Percy was looking at her from. "So this is the relic that Hestia mentioned."

"Yes." He rolled his eyes. "Anyways, before you get distracted by my fancy toy, could I talk to you?"

"Sure. What can I do for you?"

Percy nodded his head lightly. His brow furrowed as he stared into Annabeth's grey eyes. "Kronos says you might have another Fae mirror."

Annabeth let out a sigh, her hand coming up to grasp her chin. "I think so. Ever since you reported yours, we've been on the lookout. And, to me, Jahara was a large possibility. With all their underground caverns, who knows what might be below Nevas."

Percy hummed in agreement. "Have you found anything yet?" He asked.

The blonde shook her head. "Not yet. There've been a few disturbances, and we're having to look into that."

Percy tilted his head to the side. "Disturbances?"

Annabeth shook her head dismissively. "Just some sky pirates, nothing to worry about." She looked at him with concern. "How is your assignment going? The Imperium hasn't eaten you alive yet?"

Percy chuckled. "No, I'm fine. Trying to get out of here at the moment, though. I just need a way out."

Annabeth nodded. She tapped a finger to her chin. "How does the perimeter look?" She asked.

Percy chuckled nervously. "Well, I wouldn't recommend the front door."

She rolled her eyes. "So now way out?"

"There has to be something," Percy rationalized. "I just haven't found anything yet. If I could just get us into the city, I'd have a better chance. Perhaps I could hop us onto an airship."

"Make a break for the Gragh border."

Percy felt his face pale. "I'd rather not go there."

Annabeth arched an eyebrow at him. "Everything all right?"

Percy nodded. He didn't want to tell her what Nico had told him about the place. He really didn't even want to tell her about Nico. Kronos was already agitated with him about the boy, and it wouldn't look good for him if he went into his and Nico's complex relationship.

"And what about the mirror there?" Annabeth continued. "You actually saw it?"

Percy nodded again. "I did. It was so strange. It drew me to it while I was in the room. It wanted me to activate it," he confessed. "I could feel the power radiating off of it." Percy shivered at the memory of his experience.

Percy's hair suddenly stood up on his arms. Percy's eyes widened as he turned his head and erected a barrier just as a bolt of lighting struck. "Percy!" Annabeth yelled.

Percy's brow furrowed as he pocketed the coin, cutting off its magic. Jason's eyes blazed as he stared at Percy from the other side of the barrier. "I knew it," the blond hissed. "You're an Arbiter."

Percy's eyes widened in panic. He flung his hands out, sending the barrier crashing into Jason. He took off running, but Jason flicked his wrist and a piece of the floor rose up to trip Percy. Percy groaned as he scrambled back to his feet. Jason yelled something out in Old Albian. The suits of armor began to come alive, blocking Percy's escape.

Percy gritted his teeth and slid between one of the suit's legs. He took off running, Jason hot on his tail. The flames in every candle suddenly turned silver as a bell began ringing. Percy's heart started pounding in his chest as he rounded a corner, ducking under a blast from Jason.

He skidded to a halt as he came face to face with Circe and five other Mages. Jason drew his sword behind Percy. Percy held his hands out and erected a magical bubble around himself. Circe yelled for them to take him down.

"He's an Arbiter!" Jason yelled. "He's been spying on us!"

Circe's eyes darkened as she glared at Percy. She started chanting something in the old language, which only caused Percy's heart to pound harder in his chest. As a last resort, he shut his eyes and flipped his palms upwards. A bright light flashed around Percy, nullifying all the Mages. Percy staggered forward as Circe began cursing at him, unable to cast anything. Percy turned around, only to be tackled by Jason.

He groaned. He had forgotten about that little detail. Percy gritted his teeth and kicked Jason over his head. He pushed himself to his feet and attempted to run to Thalia's room. He stumbled into the wall several times, his head spinning. Usually spells like that were meant for around two or three Mages, but Percy had been too desperate. He couldn't get caught, not now. He turned a corner and the last thing he saw was Hecate's hand in front of his face.

Percy groaned and sat up straight in his chair. His vision was still slightly blurred, but he could make out someone standing in front of him. Percy's head swayed back and forth a few times before he shook it. When he opened his eyes again, he found Chiron standing on the other side of his desk, a deep frown on his face.

"Hello, Percy," Chiron greeted him, his voice laced with disappointment. Percy quickly patted his pockets. Chiron shook his head with a sigh. He reached onto his desk and picked up Percy's relic. "I believe you are looking for this." He turned it over several times, inspecting it. "Jason tells me you are an Arbiter, apparently spying on us."

Percy didn't answer. He just stared back at the Magister with a blank look. He glanced around the room, wondering if they were alone or not. They were.

"I'm going to also guess that you were sent here for Thalia," Chiron continued. His lips formed a thin line when Percy still didn't answer. "You are free to speak, Percy. Nothing you say can possibly make anything worse."

Percy wanted to laugh in the man's face. Of course there were things he could say that could make it worse. Nico had aided him during his time here. He had found their Fae mirror. He knew about some of their conflicts, which could aid the Empire.

Chiron sighed. "I take you into my home, Percy, my home, and this is how you repay me?" The Magister said. "And I even let you close to my ward, the closest thing I have to an actual son."

"He didn't do anything wrong," Percy finally said, "I will honestly say that."

Chiron nodded, placing the relic back onto his desk. Percy's eyes stared at the golden coin. Chiron frowned at him. "Don't."

Percy stared up at him in confusion. "Sir?"

Chiron's eyes traveled back to the relic. "I know what you're thinking. Don't. That is my first and only warning."

Percy frowned at the tall man. "I'm not going to talk, if that's what you're wanting."

Chiron sighed. "I know you won't," he said. "I knew Nemesis, I knew what she was like. I've encountered Arbiters and Justicars before. I know they aren't easy to break. And I can also tell that you are a very loyal and dedicated young man, Perseus." He let out another sigh. "But your actions are inexcusable."

"Just let us go," Percy whispered.

Chiron shook his head. "I cannot. Thalia is very important to our cause. We might finally have an end to the tyranny that your Empire has brought about."

Percy's brow furrowed. "Was the Imperium any better when it was the ruling nation? You wrought destruction upon our world."

Chiron's own brow furrowed. "It was not my doing."

Percy's eyes darkened. He wanted to scream at the man. It may not have been his doing, but he still kept that mirror around. Did he even know the danger he placed his people in? If something went wrong with the mirror, it could activate. Or what if someone activated it? The city would be doomed.

"I'm not staying," Percy said softly, yet sternly. His fists were clenching his legs. He knew what he was about to do was dangerous, but at the moment, he didn't care.

"Well, you aren't leaving."

Percy's eyes flickered up to meet Chiron's. "Yes, I am."

Everything that happened next went by so fast. Percy shot out of his chair and made an attempt to grab his relic. Chiron thrust his hand out, and Percy had barely enough time to shield himself before he was blasted straight backwards, through Chiron's door.

Percy's breath was knocked out of him as he hit the stone wall, his shield shattering on impact. He crumpled to the floor, covered in the wreckage of Chiron's door. Chiron's eyes blazed in anger as he walked out from behind his desk. Percy groaned and pushed himself up. His whole body felt like it might break at any moment. Never in his life had he ever been hit with something so strong.

Percy staggered forward, willing himself to continue. Blood dripped down his forehead. He was vaguely aware that Chiron was shouting behind him, but the ringing in his ears dampened the words. He had to get out, and there was no time left to waste.

As he rounded the corner to Thalia's quarters, the guard spotted him. Percy was flung back into the wall. "Thalia!" Percy yelled from his place on the ground.

The door opened and the guard was hit from behind by a filled sack. The guard crumpled to the ground and Thalia came running up to Percy. She helped him up with a look of concern. "Are you all right?" She asked.

Percy gave a weak nod. "Yes, but we need to get out of here," he breathed. "Now."

Percy shook his head and willed himself to go on. He grabbed Thalia's hand and led her down the corridor. He heard yelling everywhere. Every corner they turned, he could hear someone coming. He kept changing directions until he no longer knew where he was.

That was, until he found a familiar long corridor. Percy stopped for a moment to stare at the dark corridor. Something wasn't right. The magical barriers and defenses were off. The door was even wide open. Percy shook his head and moved forward again.

He entered the room with Thalia in tow. He shut the door and looked around the room. "Is that...what I think it is?" Thalia asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes," Percy said simply.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Percy glanced around nervously. "I don't know what else to do, Thalia."

"You can't be serious."

Percy walked up to the large mirror and stared into its surface. Nothing. He let out a sigh. It couldn't be over, not yet. They had nowhere else to run, this had to work. Where else could they go?

"If you don't know the spell, you can't turn it on."

Percy and Thalia jumped back as Nico walked out from behind the mirror. He looked at Percy with a look of contemplation and disappointment. He let out a sigh and shook his head, mumbling something under his breath.

"Nico, what are you doing here?" Percy asked.

The Mage pursed his lips. His eyes flickered to the door, where shouting was getting louder. "Something I'm sure I'm going to regret," he answered.

"Do you know how to turn this on?" Thalia asked.

The raven haired Mage shook his head. "No, only Chiron knows the spell for it. But I can be of help to you." He looked back at Percy. "I just wish you would stay."

"It's not really possible anymore," Percy stated, glancing at the door. He walked back up to the mirror. "We need a way out. Please, Nico."

Nico bit down on his lip. He stared into Percy's eyes for the longest time before finally nodding. But, before they could do anything, the door burst open. Chiron, the council, and dozens of Mages poured into the room. Trapped, Percy thought.

"Nico?" Chiron asked in confusion. "What are you doing here?" When Nico didn't say anything, the Magister frowned. "Move aside." Nico shook his head. Chiron sighed. "Take the Arbiter."

Several Mages stepped forward, green balls of light forming in their hands. Nico stepped in front of Percy, his arms stretched out at his side. "No!" He yelled.

"Nico, think about what you're doing," Hecate warned him.

"Betraying us, after all we've done for him," Circe scoffed.

Nico's eyes broke and his shoulders slumped. "I..." He trailed off, casting his eyes to the floor. His next words were in a whisper. "Take me hostage."

Percy's brow furrowed. "What?" He asked, not sure he heard right.

"They won't hurt you if you use me as a shield."

Percy frowned at the back of Nico's head. "I'm not going to endanger you like that."

"If you don't, they will kill you," Nico hissed.

Percy sighed and wrapped an arm around Nico's throat, pulling the boy against his chest. Chiron's eyes darkened as he glared at Percy. "Get behind me, Thalia," Percy whispered. The girl gulped and moved to stand behind the tall Arbiter. What were they going to do now?

"Now let us through," Thalia snapped.

"We can't let you do that," Jupiter growled. "Both children of the prophecy stay right here."

Percy shook his head. "No," he replied.

There was an odd noise from behind Percy. All of the Mages took a step back, a look of surprise on all of their faces. Percy's brow furrowed. He was about to turn his head to see what was going on, when a giant shadowy hand reached out and grabbed all three of them. They all gasped in surprise as they were yanked through the mirror. Everything went black.

Percy groaned as he pushed himself up. He looked down to find Nico underneath him. The boy winced and frowned up at Percy. Percy tried to get off Nico, but found a weight on his back. Thalia grunted and rolled off of Percy. They all stared around in confusion.

They were currently in an old hut or house of some kind. Objects lay scattered around the place. There was a fire going in the fireplace. Books were placed on an old looking bookshelf. There was a worn looking bed behind them, which was neatly made. But something was wrong about the place.

There was so much magical power radiating from every corner and fiber of the house, Percy's senses were in overdrive just trying to keep up with it. He got onto his knees and reached up, his hand landing on a table. He frowned and got up, as did Thalia and Nico.

The table was set for four, oddly enough. There were four teacups, four plates with bread and fish, four pieces of each kind of silverware at each place. Percy, Thalia, and Nico hesitantly sat down at the table. It was then that Percy noticed something missing.

There was a blank spot in the house where there was no magic. He glanced back at the fireplace, which was now occupied by a woman. The woman had a mix of grey and brown hair that was frazzled looking and hung down to her back. Her brown eyes unnerved Percy a little, seeming to glow at times. Percy could not tell how old she was. She had wrinkles, but underneath, Percy seemed to notice a look of youth.

A chill ran over Percy's body. What was she? Why was she the only blank spot in this house full of magic? And who exactly was she?

Nico frowned at the woman as she brought a teapot to the table. Percy frowned at it for a moment before glancing back to the woman. "Don't I know you?" Nico asked.

"You do look familiar," Thalia agreed.

The woman smiled at them as she poured them some tea. "Ah, just in time for tea," was all she said. Nico and Thalia picked up their cups and drank, but Percy eyed his suspiciously. The woman smiled at Percy. "Drink up, Percy, I'm told my tea does wonders for one's health," she cackled.

I'm not going to say anything about the important throwback to an older chapter. I'm just hoping you all caught it. Anyways, they are finally beginning their real journey. I'm assuming you all know where they are? Or rather, who they are with. Several new characters, but sadly, as a reviewer pointed out, most of them won't be seen again, at least not for a while. I did love Delphin. He was adorable to write. The idea for his image came from a drawing someone did on DeviantART. Speaking of, a lot of my favorites on my DeviantART can be useful for knowing what I might be planning. There's also some awesome pics of the PJO and HoO characters I just added, as well as some awesome Greek god stuff, which is where I found the Delphin thing. And I thought it would be fun, since I had Nico and Hestia do a small face off, for Percy and Chiron to have the same. I had fun with Kronos this chapter, especially the look into his past. Anyways, thoughts on what might happen next? I've hinted to a lot of the plot points in several past chapters. But I hope you enjoyed the chapter.