Chapter 22

POV Flin (Son of Poseidon, Head Boy of Camp Half-Blood)

The next morning, I wake up at the crack of dawn and grab my trident. I doubt that I will need my dagger, so I leave it. Soon after, I see a car drive into camp, and I see Amber driving in the front seat. Which brings me hope, until I see that she is the only one. "Where's Asher and Jezebelle?" I ask her and she motions for me to sit on the bench where we were near.

"We fought Arachne, and the drop was to a place that we never thought." Amber says quietly, shaking her head.

"They fell? Fell where?" I ask suspiciously.

"I don't know how to say it less bluntly…Tartarus," Amber says and I'm in shock for a moment, and I can't believe it.

"You're lying," I say, it's the only possible explanation for it, they're probably hiding somewhere, trying to fool me.

"No, I'm not." Amber says seriously, and I know that it must be true. I feel weak, and I lean on my trident for support. "They're trying to go through the Underworld way. That may be a challenge in and of itself."

"I'm sure they'll be alright. Meanwhile, we have a problem on our hands. We have to go to Olympus to defend the gods against Gaea. She's rising," I inform her, trying to keep Jezebelle off of my mind.

At 6:00 I lead an army of Campers toward the empire state building, avoiding the eye of mortals. We have a team of Hecate people, Victoria and Laurels leading them, providing a huge mist. "Victoria. How's it going?" I ask her after we are almost there.

"We are letting them see a few of us, so then it looks a little like we are actually some people here. Otherwise, we have them all." Victoria replies and I give her a quick nod.

We get into the elevator, we bring up about 30 groups and we are crowded in the entrance of Olympus. I see the gardens. "We will need a whole bunch of groups." I direct and for the first time, all of the camp is listening to me.

"Ares cabin and Zeus cabins, stay here, near the entrance, try to block off anything that comes through those doors," I tell them, and the rest of the camp scoots away from the doors, where about 30 campers stand.

Victoria and I lead groups of Apollo snipers to massive statues, where there are little places to shoot from. "Cabins that only have three or less people, go to the bridge!" I direct and a swarm of people goes that way, including Blake from Phanes. Good. If Ares and Zeus do get delayed.

I hear the elevator ding and I see the Hunters of Artemis come out. "Don't attack!" I shout, worried that the Ares cabin would be a little spear-happy. That's when I notice that a Hunter from the Apollo cabin is running towards the throne room where the Hecate and Aphrodite cabins are.

Amber runs straight through the doors, and I am disappointed in the two cabins' defense. Mostly the Aphrodite cabin though, the Hecate cabin doesn't have enough numbers. I see the gods sitting in a semi-circle, and I see my father and Jezebelle's mother deep in conversation. Poseidon walks away from Hera, looking slightly agitated and Amber marches straight up to Hera. I can just make out her words.

"Will you help them?" She asks.

"I'm sorry child, but we cannot help them at this point." Hera replies.

"Jezebelle risked her dang life to get you your damn scepter from Heracles- who you tried to kill multiple times and who you made mad enough to take it Hera!"

I gulp, as she walks towards Athena now, and the grey-eyed goddess narrows her eyes at the Daughter of Apollo. "Asher fought Arachne- the monster you created by the way- and followed your stupid mark to find the damn owl you couldn't hang onto and ended up falling into Tartarus to try to save his friend, who by the way helped get the damn owl for you. And you're sitting here telling me you can't save them? Can't or won't?" Hera and Athena don't reply. Hera has the decency to put her eyes downcast.

Amber marches over to her father, Apollo, who she probably never even saw before today and says. "If you can't help them, I will throw myself down into that hell hole and help them myself!" She marches out of the room with a triumphant expression on her face.

"Just when I was going to tell her I liked her stealing the car." Hermes says poutily.

'I would help them if I could," Hera says softly, thinking of her daughter. Zeus' expression is stormy, no doubt not wanting to help the daughter of a different man.

I march out of the hall, leaving the gods looking at each other in bewilderment. I see Hestia sitting at the fire, no gods paying attention to her. I guess not everything is fair on Mount Olympus either.

POV Janice (Daughter of Venus, Praetor of Camp Jupiter)

I walk along the ranks of my warriors, inspecting them all. Eboni takes one side as we march towards Greece. This is probably a death quest, no matter what they say. "Gareth, come with me please," I say, talking to a child of Trivia.

"Alright." He says and steps out of line where he was with the fourth cohort.

"We need a large mist, do you think you can do one big enough to cover the entire camp?" I ask, knowing it is a long shot that it works.

"No. But I can cover most, so then we have the element of surprise." Gareth informs me.

"Good. Good," As I watch over half of the camp disappear. If there's one thing I can say about Gaea is that she is incredibly prepared. I see thousands of monsters ahead of us, and beyond that a fair number of giants and titans.

"Twelfth legion to war!" I shout and charge the monsters. They almost laugh as they start to fall against invisible swords.

"Stay back," I warn Gareth and he nods and walks backwards.

I see Gaea standing as a pile of dirt a ways ahead, and I slash a monster that was trying to get to Juliana's throat. I see Romans lying on the ground, clutching wounds, or dead. I want to call back the Romans, tell them to retreat and go back to New Rome, but I don't knowing that the Greeks will be slaughtered.

We have about one hundred and fifty Romans left, and we are making our way towards the titans. "Praetor King," I hear a voice say and I turn around. Hyperion stands in his golden armor, a huge sword raised at me.

I slowly grab the hilt of my sword and thrust it forward, creating a spark of light from his. A sword a few feet away from me pierces Eboni's skin and blood trickles into the earth. The blood of Olympus' first victim. I see. Now it must be the two Praetors or the Head Boy and Girl from Camp Half-Blood. But it's too late to do anything as Hyperion's sword goes into my gut.

A/N: Even worse cliffie! I am so proud of myself for that one. I know it was sort of short, but I wanted to get rid of the greeks getting there and the blood of Olympus being spilled :) I am on FictionPress, and I was thinking of starting a story where people are divided into what day they were born (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday etc.), do you think I should start it?