Ok I'm going to be honest I'm scared! I went for a pre-operation today and had to discuss needles and blood and just eww. Lol

Shout outs:

Greekgodsrox: don't worry you'll find out...eventually. Probably in a few chapters I'm not 100% sure. Thanks.

booklover72: haha I know I like using suspense hehe. Thank you!

dragonzam: I'm really glad you like it! Thanks:)

WhiteEagle1985: thank you!

NerdGirlAlert: I make not promises... Haha I'll try not to but to be honest I have no idea what I'm doing so you never no...*hugs Percy* I won't let you go.. Um... Ignore my crazy moment. Thank you!

Rosiehall2000: thank you, I can just imagine Percy being like Elsa and singing let it go!ha ha.

guest: I'm glad to hear it! Thank you :)

GoldenRabbit: don't go insane! Talking from experience people don't like you after you do...*clears throat awkwardly* anyway thank you!

Normal POV

The gods had flashed out of the throne room at the first chance, all of them vanishing to the great outdoors, despite the cold. Someone had been descent enough to get the demigods out of there as well.

They were still out of it aside from Jason who had a little resistance against the electric shots being the son of Jupiter. His powers were gone but lightning was still apart of him, it was in his blood hiding from Zeus' reach.

He clumsily got to his feet, swaying dangerously as he did. He looked around him, the gods were having some kind of argument. It was mainly between Poseidon and Zeus. The former's eyes were glassy with unshed tears and he was gripping his trident so tightly Jason half expected the thing to explode.

He suddenly became aware of the Arctic temperatures that surrounded him. He looked around him once again and saw white. It plagued the land around him and beautiful yet deadly feature. Pillars were covered in a thick layer of frost, almost glowing.

The floor was an icy blanket that was soft like powder. Jason suddenly heard a wrangled cry from the throne room. He got to his feet, they were numb but he managed to stumble to the wall, tracing it with his hand he moved towards the door, with as much speed as he could in his current state.

He managed to reach the 'door' which had collapsed somehow. Jason felt a hand on his shoulder and grip it hard, a silent warning. Who it was Jason didn't care. His mind was fixed on what he could see.

There was a gaping hole where the floor used to be, Zeus' throne was the only one standing. Of course his throne was placed on the most stable part of the room.

"Help" a voice whispered, Jason head shot in the direction of the plea. Down. How could?...wait.

He crouched lower to the ground, the height made him slightly sick. He shook his head and continued his search. Two bloody hands were wrapped around a pole or pipe. He scanned the rest of the body, Percy.

Jason felt panic shoot through him like a million knifes, he moved to go help. Percy's hands were already slipping. Jason saw a piece of foundation that looked relatively stable. He got ready to move when he felt something wrapped around his waist and was pulled out, like this was all a dream and he was waking up, but worse because this is the bitter sweet reality.

Percy

His hands stung like he'd been pricked by dozens of nettles, his head spun like he was in a tornado but the worst was the voices

Loads of little voices whispered harsh words that made his chest ache.

You've doomed them all. You're a monster. They would live better without you.

Over and over again they whispered these words, he started believing them. His will power was draining out of him along with the blood. He could feel it soaking his t-shirt, staining it red.

Red. He'd always hated the colour. At first he thought it was a son of Poseidon thing, he loved blue and therefore hated red. But it wasn't it was a 'percy' thing. Red is danger, it's the colour of the fire he saw in Mt Helens, the colour of blood but the thing he hated most about it was that red was the colour of stop.

Traffic lights, signs , off buttons it didn't matter they were all red. It was the colour of giving up. And Percy hated it.

He shifted his weight again, trying desperately to relieve some of the tension in his fingers. He wanted to slap himself when ice began dancing up the pipe, was he so useless that he couldn't control his curse for one damn second? It appeared that way.

What would your daddy do with you? Life in prison, banishment. He'd disown you that's for sure.

He glared at the sky, he then found himself imagining up scenarios when his father did those things, he trembled slightly. His fingers twitched and his body tensed impossibly tight.

"Help" he pleaded, to who ever could hear. They last ounce of fight drained out of him and his eyes half closed. He looked to the sky, he could see the stars again. He smiled a sad smile.

He shifted once again before shouting.

"ZEUS YOU ARE A (Insert insult of choice)"

He let go.

Hehe you get it? Let Go. As in 'let it go'. Yes ok.

Fear not this is not the end.

Thanks for reading.