-Percy-

Today had already started off weird.

I never expected to get a call from Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She didn't say that much, just that Annabeth and me needed to get to camp as soon as possible. We'd left as soon as we could, but it took longer than expected.

None of us estimated how bad this storm would get.

It had been raging for two days now. Lightning flashed through the windows of the car. There were all kinds of weather warnings, and they were calling this the worst series of storms in recent years. Everyone in the area lost power from the storms, so the only source of news was through a radio. Apparently the weather was screwed up all around the world. Annabeth sat in the passenger seat, a dagger in her hands. She seemed on edge, just like me.

"This storm isn't natural. Something's not right."

I nodded my head. I had the same feeling. The storm, Rachel…something was up in the immortal world. I tried Iris messaging Addie earlier to see what the heck was going on, but apparently, Iris was too busy. Instead of the usual shimmer, I got a very brief message about lines being down. That was not a good sign. At all.

Usually, we checked in with Addie one way or another every day. I could tell that constantly being on Olympus was grating on her, but she looked happy enough. However, the past week had been different. Her calls were brief, her voice tense. I noticed it, which is saying something.

We pulled to the side of the road, the hill cresting in front of us. I got out of the car and walked around to Annabeth's side. I took her hand, willing the same invulnerability to the rain as I had to her.

"I'm worried," she whispered as we headed towards the hill.

"Do you think this is Addie?" I waved my hand at the sky. A bolt of lightning came down, hitting way too close for comfort. It would make sense for her not to answer if she was having a meltdown, but this seemed kind of violent for her and way too big. Maybe my father and Zeus were going at it over something. I cringed a little, thinking Zeus may very well use this opportunity to smite me. It wouldn't be the first time he tried.

"No, I don't think so," she whispered as we neared the tree. The dragon that guarded the Golden Fleece was curled warily at its base, its eyes following us as we neared. I reached out and scratched him under the chin, a hum of contentment leaving him.

Thankfully, as soon as we entered Camp, the rain stopped. It was still dark and windy. We walked towards the main house, the grounds eerily quiet. It was winter, which meant most of the campers were back home with their families, but the year round campers had increased the past few years.

"Where is Rachel meeting us?"

"Main house."

We walked up the steps and through the door. Chiron's voice drifted down the hall from his office, his voice strained and anxious. I inched forward to hear what he was saying, but someone cleared their throat.

Rachel was standing at the base of the stairs, her expression murderous. I'd only seen her look that way one time, and that was when she threw a hairbrush at a Titan. She motioned to us, and then the stairs. We followed her up, all the way to the attic. I had to remind myself that there wasn't a hippie-zombie-oracle up here anymore.

I shut the door behind me. Rachel was pacing the length of the room, her hands wringing themselves. Annabeth sat down on a trunk, and I moved over beside her.

"I don't know how to tell you this," Rachel sighed. "And I know they haven't told you, which is stupid, but no one listens to the oracle! Let's just create an all knowing being and then ignore it when it tries to help!"

"Rachel, slow down," Annabeth stated.

"You two have met some of the others," she explained. She looked towards the sky, looking a little relieved before she continued. "I can't say it outright. Just use your heads. You already know the answer," she finished while pointing at me.

"Know the answer to what?"

"When Addie was attacked, what did you and Nico say?"

The memory flooded back. "That he was a god, but he wasn't Greek. He didn't feel right. They never confirmed or denied that to us. Artemis just said to keep our mouths shut if we knew what was good for us. But what does that have to do with anything? Are you telling me that there more immortals?"

"This storm isn't natural. They are very, very angry. A line was crossed, that started it, but this?"
she asked as she waved her hands around. "This is all them, all their pent up anger. Both of them are clashing, and they are too prideful to stop and think! They won't be able to act without consequences, and no one will listen to me!" she snapped. "Apollo would, but no one can talk to him right now, and time is of the essence!"

"Rachel, you're not making a lot of sense," Annabeth reasoned.

She turned to us, her hands on her hips. She bit her lip, her expression sad. "Addie's been taken."

My stomach fell out. A deep, hollow pain began roaring in my chest. It felt tight, making it hard to breathe. I remember the way that guy looked at Addie when she was on the ground. There was something wild in his eyes, something absolutely demented.

"What?" Annabeth managed.

"Addie's been kidnapped by another pantheon. They are pretty sure they know who did it, but they are wrong. They won't tell you, but I sure as Hades will. Consequences be damned!" Rachel huffed.

"I'm confused," I supplied.

"You said something about crossing a line," Annabeth reasoned, catching on where I wasn't.

Rachel nodded her head. "There are rules in place, ancient ones that cannot be broken. They are never meant to interfere in each other's affairs. If they do, the laws of the earth go nuts. The earth will crumble in on itself. Someone crossed it to get her. If they go to war against one another…they are just angry and look what it's doing! Someone has to stop them. We just need proof, something to help them see the truth. You can do that."

"We can?" I huffed.

"You are demigods. You can do anything. I had a vision, but it wasn't very helpful."

"What do you mean?"

"Both of you have crossed paths with other descendents of the gods. You just didn't know it. Percy said a name, but I couldn't hear it. They will help you find some answers. It's the only way to save Addie and her daughter, to save the world, but it still may not work."

"But I don't-" I began. I saw the light in Annabeth's eyes. She knew. But before she could say anything, Rachel grabbed my shoulders.

"Think, Percy. Has there ever been someone you've run into that gave you a weird feeling? One similar to the feeling you got when Addie was attacked?"

That's when a name came to my lips. I knew beyond a doubt that it was the answer.

Carter was connected to this other pantheon. If Carter's godly parents took my sister, then we were about to have a nice little chat.

-Addie-

I was half asleep. Disappointment rushed into me when I didn't feel Apollo's arms around me. He woke me up to give me a damn potion, so the least he could do was cuddle with me. Our elephant would've liked that. My whole body felt cold. I tried to open my eyes, but they stayed shut. My thoughts were groggy, slow. There were loud voices, but they were difficult to understand.

"I didn't sign up for this!"

"You owe me, cousin," another voice snapped.

"You are killing both of them," the first responded with a growl. "If you truly wanted to keep them alive, then you would slow down!"

"Loki is right," another voice agreed. "If our plan is going to work, then we need to ensure that they stay alive. We just have to wait for them to attack, and then we will be able to get in and retrieve the scroll. Once we make the weapon, then you can do with her as you will. You'll get your revenge."

There was a pressure on my arm, at my wrist. In my mind I cried out, but no sound escaped. I heard the clank of chains, and I was picked up in someone's arms before my consciousness drifted back into sleep.

I had no idea how long I'd been out when I opened my eyes.

I was lying in a bed, but it wasn't mine. There were straps holding me down, and my left arm was stuck out. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. A needle was stuck in at the crook of my elbow. A clear tube ran from it, full of golden liquid.

Full of my blood.

Panic seeped into me. My vision cleared, my battle instincts taking over. I shifted a little, willing my powers to help, but it did no good. Had they taken the scroll? Did they know I carried it? I reminded myself that there was no way for them to know, that they couldn't get it without my consent, even if they did have it. I longed to reach up around my neck, to make sure it was still there, but when I tried, pain flashed down my right arm.

"Seems celestial bronze works just as well as dreamshade for you."

I knew that voice, a voice that haunted my nightmares and turned my flesh cold. I twisted my head.

Freyr stood at the foot of my bed, his expression smugly amused. He walked to my left side, where my arm was stuck out. "Mortals come up with the most inventive things," he explained as he pulled the tube from my arm. I winced at the slight pain, and Freyr's smile grew. Blood ran from the spot, but Freyr put a bandage against it. "A way to drain the blood from others. They think they are so clever! We can't waste a single drop from you, and this handy little mortal contraption is a lot cleaner than when we cut your other wrist."

Ah, so that's why it hurt. I looked over, seeing the bandages that covered my other arm. They had the blood they needed. Did they have my necklace?

"It was you," I managed. My voice was weak and raspy. Freyr turned for a cup, and he brought it to my lips. I clamped them shut, refusing to drink anything he offered me.

"Now, Addie, behave. This isn't going to hurt you."

I shook my head. He pulled the cup away slightly. It could be dreamshade. He'd mentioned it earlier. Is that way I felt so lethargic? How had he found out?

"It's not dreamshade or any other poison. We don't need it any longer. I'm sure you can feel it. You are far too weak to be of any threat to me, and it's not like you can go anywhere. You need some sustenance, and if you won't do it for yourself, you'll do it for her," he added as he placed a hand on my stomach. I cringed back, but I couldn't move much. His smile grew. "You wouldn't harm your daughter, would you?"

My elephant gave a weak flutter, and I sent comforting waves towards it. I mentally surrounded it in warmth and protection, and it was almost like she curled into it. Rage filled me. He was right, and I hated that he was right.

"Get your hand away from her," I ground out. "How do I know that won't kill us both? You've gotten what you wanted from me."

"I think we have enough blood at this point, but you have some use still. On my honor, this will not kill you. I don't want you dead yet. There's a time and place for that."

I reluctantly gave in. Freyr moved his hand, lifting my head up so I could sip on the beverage. It reminded me of nectar, but that wasn't quite right. He didn't say anything as I drank it, just looked at me with an amused expression. I felt stronger after I drank it, but it was a fraction of what I normally felt.

"How did you manage to look like my husband?" I quavered.

"I didn't. Unlike your dear husband, I'm not so smug as to believe that I could accomplish this on my own. I needed help, and our god of tricks owed me a favor."

"How is she?"

Another man walked in. He looked remarkably skinny and oily. Something in his eyes looked familiar, but I was certain I'd never seen this man before.

"Alive. And another bag down," Freyr surmised. He tossed the bag of my blood to the guy, and his eyes gleamed wildly as he caught it. He looked a little deranged.

"Perfect. I estimate we will need two more, but let's wait a day or two," he wagered. "She needs to recover."

"You're Egyptian," I realized as I studied his features. He had that same wild gleam to his eyes that Set had. If this guy was a god, it was one I hadn't met.

"I go by Setne," he replied. "Freyr, please stop playing around with our hostage. We need to discuss our next move."

"Have they declared war yet?"

"Not yet, but it's inevitable. They have less than a day to respond now. Let Loki watch her."

"Just give me a minute."

Setne nodded his head. "You should be able to take off the majority of the chains. The spell will hold." He walked out, and I got a good look at the door. It was transparent, like it was made of water, and symbols I wasn't familiar with floated in and out of view with a soft blue glow.

"What war?" I asked. Freyr ignored me as he removed the chains and rope. "You can't do anything without the other scroll. The only people that will die will be the mortals." I was trying to bait him into telling me something, anything I could use. I needed information. A thousand questions plagued my mind, but I bit my tongue. I had to keep my calm.

"I'm well aware."

"They won't trade me for it," I declared. "You are wasting your time."

"See, I disagree, but you'll be happy to know that it isn't our intention."

"Then what is your intention?"

Freyr must have noticed the confused look on my face. He laughed lightly and shook his head. "I thought you were smarter than that, Addie."

"They think the Egyptians have me," I wagered. "They are going to war with them." It made perfect sense. All the signs pointed to them, but they didn't have the right one. The council wouldn't wait for answers or confirmation. They didn't have the scroll, and I bet they'd do just about anything to get it back.

"Oh yes, and things are getting quite ugly," he explained. "We'll get the scroll. Setne gets what he wants, and I get to watch Apollo suffer. He's pretty brilliant for a dead mortal."

"And what exactly does Setne want?"

"What all mortals secretly desire," he whispered. "It will just be a matter of time. I'm not very patient, but I have you to entertain me." Freyr's fingers brushed my cheek, and I flinched away. He grabbed my waist, pinning me down. His face neared mine. There was such anger in his eyes, saturated with hate. "I know what you are doing, little storm. If you are expecting a monologue, you aren't going to get one."

"I don't expect much from slime like you," I snapped.

Freyr chuckled. "Gods, I bet he loves that fire in you. I wish I could've seen his reaction. The solar flares shut down most of the world, you know. And the other's rage almost matched his. It's quite entertaining."

My chest collapsed. I didn't want to hear about my husband in pain, and I knew that he was. I would give anything to tell Apollo that we were okay. Freyr's hand skimmed my waist. I tried to move away, but he was too strong.

"He'll find me," I threatened. Apollo wouldn't stop looking until he did. I just had to stay alive.

"Oh, that's the plan. And he can watch as I kill you and his child," he breathed against my cheek. "Or maybe I'll just leave you broken beyond repair. How do you think he'd feel watching the love of his existence suffer for all eternity, driven mad before he had the chance to make her immortal?"

I swallowed and forced my face to remain blank. He finished removing the last of my bindings except for a long chain that was attached to my wrist. He ran his hand along my bump.

"Do you know how easy it would be to end you? Your human body is so, so fragile. The cosmos have smiled upon me. I heard from one of Set's underling's that you bled easy, and all it took was a knife to your back to test that theory. I wonder if your daughter would survive another wound like that without anyone here to heal you." He waved his hand, a knife appearing in it. My breath caught, and I didn't dare move as he ran the blade across my stomach, careful not to draw blood. "Would you like to test the theory?" I glared at him, and he pressed a little harder. "I asked you a question, Euadne. Would you like to test my theory?"

I could tell from the expression on his face that he wasn't above killing me right then and there. He would without a stray thought.

"No," I managed. The knife vanished, and he patted my cheek.

"Good girl. Now as long as you behave, I'll keep your daughter alive. Displease me, and there will be consequences."

He gave me a good long look before leaving the room. His threats were real. I had to get out of there. I pushed myself up, my body protesting at the movement. It wasn't the worst pain I'd ever been in. I felt along my neck and let out a sigh of relief. The necklace was still there. That was one small mercy.

I climbed out of the bed. I spent the next few minutes looking around the room for some sort of weapon, but anything sharp or useful was long gone. I looked towards the doorway and slowly made my way to it. There was some kind of enchantment on it. I used the wall for support, but every step drained me. I was a couple of feet from the barrier when I slid down the wall. I couldn't take another step. I sat with my back against the wall, my breaths heavy. My hands made their way to my stomach, my eyes closing as I fought the urge to cry.

I had to be strong for my family. Apollo would come for me. So would the others. I just had to make it.

I tried to pick myself up again, but my vision swam. I felt a wave of alarm from my stomach, and my world went black.

A/N: Sorry that took longer than expected. I just had a crazy week. I edited this while I was at work, so please forgive me if I missed something major. I'm not 100% happy with this chapter, but I hoped you still enjoyed it. It was hard to write.

I have a lot going on this week, so the next update will be Sunday!

Thank you for all the reviews! You guys are AMAZING!

We know who our villains are, and a little bit of their plan. Let me know what you thought! Was it who you expected? I saw a lot of people suspect Anubis, and he's going to come into play in the next chapter.

-h