Thank you all for the concerned and loving reviews. It meant a lot to me. I'm going to try and update this story every week, just because it means I can be done with it faster. My problem is that I keep getting new story ideas, and I can't start on them. At the moment, I think I have four stories waiting to start. Although, I will have a new one coming out soon. It's not Genesis, Choke's sequel, though. If you enjoy Tale or Shadows, you'll hopefully enjoy this one. Not sure when it'll be out. I have the first chapter done, but I'll probably write a little more before publishing it. Other than that, I don't really have much to say. Kinzie will be dying very soon, and this chapter is the one I was talking about with the big thing happening. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 36

Percy slouched lower in his throne with a loud groan. It still felt odd that it was his throne, and it was also something he still didn't like hearing. Not only had it always been his father or Triton's place to sit there, which was a constant reminder that they were dead, but it was also a position he never wanted.

"Can you just deal with some of them without me for a while, Annabeth?" He sighed.

Annabeth pursed her lips. "If you really want me to. You need to get some more rest, Percy," she replied.

"I'll rest once this kingdom is safe, and there is no longer a constant flow of refugees pouring into my Hold."

"We are the safest Hold to go to."

Percy groaned again as he rubbed at his eyes. "Just take care of a few for me," he whispered.

His sister nodded her head and walked out of the throne room, making sure to close the doors behind her. Percy let out a sigh as the noise quieted down. He closed his eyes and rested the back of his head on the throne, trying to get a few moments of rest.

However, it wasn't long before he cracked an eye open when the side door opened. Jason poked his blond head inside before stepping all the way into the room. Percy sighed again and sat up straight. "What is it, Jason?" He asked.

"I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something," Jason mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

Percy cocked an eyebrow at his blond friend. "Alright. I'm all ears."

"So, I know you've been trying to help me make my case for the throne, but I'm not sure that's such a good thing anymore."

Percy frowned and narrowed his eyes. "What are you saying, Jason?" He tightened his grip on the throne's armrest.

"I don't think I want to sit on the Iron Throne. It's a lot of responsibility, and I don't know if I'm the right person for the job. This kingdom is in a bad way right now, and we will need a strong leader to bring us out of it."

Percy's eyes darkened as his jaw tightened. "I thought you believed yourself to be the person that would be such a ruler, with the right training," Percy ground out.

"Father never taught me all of the things Terminus and Chiron have been teaching me. It was always supposed to be Hercules that sat on the Iron Throne after father passed. I was the youngest of the males, it was never supposed to fall to me."

Percy shot out of his throne and marched down to stand in front of Jason. He jammed a finger harshly into the blond's torso. "Jason, I do not want to sit on that damned hunk of metal. I helped you because I saw it as an escape. If you do this, I have no hope of getting out of it," he growled.

Jason pursed his lips, casting his eyes to the floor. "I'm sorry, Percy, but I think you might be what this kingdom actually needs. So, I have to put my support in with the others," Jason whispered.

Percy shook his head, glancing off to the side. "I thought we were best friends. Yet, you're going to betray me like this?"

"I'm not betraying you!" Jason snapped, narrowing his eyes at Percy.

"Sure feels like it to me." He rubbed the back of his head. "Fine, whatever. When we get Olympus rebuilt you can just go on home and be a damned Lord." He walked back up to the throne and sat down with a sigh. "No one even care what I actually want."

Jason's eyes flashed dangerously up at his friend. "Well, you can't exactly have what you want since you are married to my shrew of a cousin."

"Just get out," Percy growled and the castle rumbled.

Jason turned around and marched back the way he came. Percy let out a long sigh before dropping his head into his hands. This was just perfect, he thought. There was no hope for him anymore. Jason was relinquishing his claim to the throne, which only left him and Zagereus for candidates. And he already knew that Zagereus was going to do everything in his power to ensure Percy was the one sitting on the Iron Throne.

Apollo stared out at the large lake that surrounded the city. He sat on a portion of railing in the garden, with his back propped up against a pillar. As miserable as he felt at the moment, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the landscape. Robert's family had truly picked a perfect place to build their city on top of.

"How are you holding up?" Artemis asked, coming to stand at the railing with him.

He glanced at his twin from the corner of his eye. "I could ask you the same question," he replied.

She gave him a fake smile in return before gazing out at the water as the sun set in the distance. "I'm...better," she finally whispered. "It's still taking some getting used to. There's been so much death since all of this started. I just wish Boromir were still here."

Apollo squeezed her hand. "At least you still have Zoë."

She nodded. "That's true, and I am thankful for that. I just don't know how to feel about mother's death," she whispered.

Apollo nodded. "I know how you feel. Part of me wants to be sad, but some of me doesn't. I can't help but put some blame on her for this mess. There's been so much unnecessary death, and we haven't even got out of conflict yet."

Artemis squeezed her brother's hand and glanced up at him. "How are you and Robert?"

The younger of the twins let out a long breath. "Well, there has definitely been a lack of intimacy in my bedchambers."

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Not everything is about sex, dear brother."

Apollo smirked down at her. "We're alright. Still, I wish he would be more physical with me. I feel like Nico."

Artemis snorted. "I'm sure he would really love to hear you say such a thing of him," she chuckled.

He shrugged. "We've made up. And he doesn't mind me now that I'm not trying to steal Percy from him."

"I'd hope you aren't trying to steal him," Robert whispered in Apollo's ear, causing the blond to jump.

Apollo climbed off the railing with a scowl. "Damn you, Rob," he grumbled.

Robert smiled and pulled the blond to his chest. "So, what were you two talking about?"

"Oh, just how he is complaining that you won't bed him," Artemis said with a smirk. Apollo glared at his sister, and in return she stuck her tongue out at him.

Robert chuckled and kissed Apollo on his neck, earning himself a quiet moan from the blond in his arms. "Is that so? Well, I have some good news on that front."

Apollo blinked up at his lover. "What is it?" He asked.

"Hebe just informed me and Arya that Arya is pregnant," Robert announced. Apollo smiled and wrapped his arms around the taller blond's neck. Robert nodded his head. "Iris is going to travel out here to confirm it, but this means we will be getting a divorce soon." He kissed Apollo on the lips. "Which means that you won't have to share me anymore."

Apollo buried his nose into the crook of Robert's neck, a smile adorning his perfect lips. "Thank the gods," he sighed.

"Congratulations, I guess," Artemis chuckled. "I'm not really sure what the correct response is to this divorce. Usually it's unfortunate, but I suppose in this case, it's a very good thing."

Robert nodded. "Yes, and once we can retake Whiterun from Gaea, she will be moving back home to become Lady of Whiterun," the eldest blond said.

Artemis's smile faltered. "How is that front coming?"

Robert shrugged and began running his fingers through Apollo's curly hair. "About the same," he mumbled. "I think we're all just hesitant to go marching down there. Not only is it where Gaea and her dragons are, but the remainder of Ouranos's army is now residing there. It would be better if we could deal with the dragons one at a time."

"We should go back to Olympus and look in the library," Apollo mumbled into Robert's chest.

Robert nodded. "I'll suggest it to father. I think Percy has Terminus looking through the library in Atlantis, though."

Even though things looked dim at the moment, Apollo couldn't help but smile into Robert's warm chest. He had some good news, and for now, that was all that mattered to him.

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Nico was in the middle of nocking an arrow when Percy walked out into the gardens. He blinked and lowered his bow as he watched the fuming green-eyed lord. Lupa grunted at his feet, and he looked down at her for a moment before setting down his bow on a nearby table.

He walked over to Percy, who looked to be pacing around. "Percy? Are you alright?" He asked when he was close enough.

Percy looked up at him with a deep frown and a scowl, causing Nico to take a step back. "What do you want?" Percy said rather harshly.

Nico opened his mouth, but decided to close it. Was Percy upset with him? "Um, you didn't show up to supper last night. Is everything alright?"

Percy only continued to stare at him in the same icy manner. "No, everything is not alright," Percy snapped. "And it is all because of your brother, the rest of your family, and your family's cloak and dagger method of handling things."

Nico frowned at Percy. "What has he done now?"

Percy let out a frustrated growl. "Because of your brother's actions, I have no choice but to sit on that cursed Iron Throne. Apparently, Jason has decided he doesn't want the blasted thing, so that pretty much leaves me, since your brother can't be expected to take the thing."

"I-I'm sorry," Nico fumbled.

"Why? No one in your family wants the thing. You've all made that perfectly clear. Can't expect all of you to do much more than guard the frozen wilderness."

Nico narrowed his eyes. "Incase you haven't noticed, we have a legion of undead trying to attack us from the north."

Percy scoffed. "And a magical wall that was designed to keep them out stands in their way. It seems real challenging."

Nico pursed his lips as he looked away from the older male. "I get that you're upset, but you don't have to be such an ass about it," he mumbled.

"This isn't your problem, Nico. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

Nico narrowed his eyes at Percy. "I wouldn't understand?" He began yelling. "It just only concerns me because the person I love is becoming king, only making him harder for me to reach. No, Percy, I couldn't possibly understand how torturous things are for you. I mean, I've only been living in this tortured state for the past few months."

"Then why don't you just leave?" Percy snapped back.

"I-you don't mean that, do you?" Nico asked, his eyes becoming hurt.

Percy shrugged. "Do what you want. I have no claim to you."

Nico bit down on his lip. "Percy..."

Percy shook his head. "I don't want to see you right now," he mumbled before walking back into the castle, leaving Nico standing there, his pale hand reaching out for his green-eyed love.

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"Are we going to see one of those dragons?" Reyna asked as her and Annabeth walked back towards the castle.

Annabeth frowned and glanced down at her sister. "Not if we're lucky. But we can rest easier knowing we are fairly safe here. The castle will protect us if one of those mean old lizards comes around," she replied with a playful smile.

"Can one of them at least take Kinzie?"

Annabeth chuckled. "That's not a very nice thing to say, Reyna."

"But she's not a very nice lady."

Annabeth nodded her head at that. "I suppose that's true." She leaned down to whisper into her sister's ear. "Just don't let Percy hear you say such things."

Reyna grinned and nodded. Annabeth frowned when she heard a familiar laugh. She peered down a dark alley and raised an eyebrow. Standing against a wall was Thalia, laughing with Remus, one of the servants that had been assigned to her during her stay in Atlantis. Her eyes then widened as Remus stroked Thalia's cheek.

"Oh wow. Um, Reyna, why don't you go on up to the castle? I'll be up shortly," Annabeth whispered to her sister.

Reyna cocked her head to the side, but did as her sister asked. Annabeth turned back to the scene in front of her. She stepped down the alley and cleared her throat. The two shot apart from each other and looked at Annabeth with startled expressions.

"Annabeth, wh-what are you doing here?" Thalia stuttered, smoothing out her dress.

Annabeth raised a brow her longtime friend. "I could ask you the same question," she mumbled, eyeing Remus.

Thalia cleared her throat and smiled at the boy. "Why don't you go on? I think I need to talk with Annabeth." Remus nodded, and Annabeth watched him leave for a few seconds before returning her attention to Thalia. "I can explain."

"Oh, I really want to hear this one."

"Well, my family is near extinction," Thalia began. "So, I'll probably have to end up marrying some noble that I care nothing for, right?"

Annabeth nodded. "I suppose that's true."

"Well, I'm probably not going to care for them like I did Achilles."

Annabeth sighed at the mention of her dead brother's name. "I know," she whispered. "But what is this?"

"I just wanted to spend a little time with someone of my choosing. I don't like what the future has for me, so I figured I would enjoy the present while I could."

Annabeth pursed her lips. The thought of her own future marriage had crossed her mind before as well. With the exception of the La Rues and Septums, the major families of the kingdom had all nearly been wiped out. She would have to be married off, she just knew it. But she figured anyone would have to be better than Luke.

Annabeth slowly nodded her head. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. I know what you're going through. But I'm sure Jason and Apollo will do everything they can to find you someone you will be happy with. I know I hope Percy will do the same for me."

"Maybe," Thalia whispered. "That's if we make it through the rest of this nightmare."

Annabeth gave the girl a weak smile. "I'm sure we will." She gave a chuckle. "Well, you could always marry Nico. I'm sure he would let you run around with whoever you wished."

"Yes, but he still wouldn't have the one he wants."

Annabeth pursed her lips again, refusing to comment on that. She finally just shrugged in reply. "I hear your uncle is returning to Solitude, now that Jason is giving up his claim to the throne," she said, changing the subject.

The raven haired girl sighed. "Yes. I'm not sure if we're supposed to go with him, but I would rather stay here." She then gave a chuckle. "But I think your brother wants to strangle mine at the moment."

Annabeth smiled as well. "Yes, he definitely does."

Jason looked up as Nico stormed into the room. His eyes widened as Nico's fist promptly came in contact with his cheek. "What the seven hells was that for?" Jason shouted, rising to his feet. He scowled at the Wolf Prince as he rubbed his cheek.

"That was for making Percy angry with me!" Nico shouted. "It seems like he is incapable of saying anything nice to me ever since you told him you don't want the throne."

"That's not my fault."

"No, but it's not my fault that he's angry with my brother, now is it? How is that fair that I'm being held responsible for that?" Lupa growled at Nico's feet to emphasize his point.

Jason shook his head in disbelief. "What do you want me to do about it? I'm not going to take back what I said," he said.

Nico narrowed his eyes at the blond. "Then for every day he's angry with me, I'm going to make you miserable."

Jason's mouth opened. "Why am I getting blamed for your lovers' quarrel?"

"Oh, it's not just him that you should be concerned with."

They both looked to find an agitated looking Martin in the doorway. Jason let out a sigh and ran a hand down his face. "So, I'm just going to get blamed for all of this?" He asked in disbelief.

Martin walked into the room and shoved a finger into Jason's chest. Jason stepped back and rubbed the spot while frowning at the other blond. "Well, it's not our fault that Percy is angry with us. Not only that, but you've pushed him into the arms of that wretched cousin of yours. She's the only person besides Annabeth and Reyna that he actually wants to see," Martin growled.

"So, fix this," Nico added, glaring at the taller of the two blonds in the room.

Jason groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This isn't my problem. Percy will cool off. Though, I'm not sure why it matters to either of you, since he's still married," he mumbled.

"Yes, well, he only married her because he thought I was dead," Nico retorted. "So, life just seems to be full of a whole lot of things that aren't fair."

"And it's worse for you, because Nico and I are actually in agreement on the issue of making your life miserable," Martin added.

"So, you can see how concerned we are about this issue."

Jason shook his head at them. "There's nothing I can do about this. He shouldn't even be mad at Zagereus. Percy is the best choice for the throne right now," Jason mumbled.

Martin grunted and spun on his heel, walking back the way he came. Nico stayed behind, though his expressions softened. His shoulders slumped and his face adopted a worn expression. Jason sighed at him before sitting back in his chair.

"I'm sorry, Nico, but there's nothing I can do," Jason said.

"Can't you talk to him? You don't have to take the throne, but maybe he'll listen to you," Nico whispered.

"He doesn't want to see me right now."

"I suppose we have that in common then."

Jason smirked weakly at the youngest living di Angelo male. "I really am sorry, though. I know you care about him. It must be hard."

Nico nodded his head slowly. "It's been hard. But this has been worse. At least before, he wasn't mad at me. He doesn't even want to see me. He basically told me to go home."

"He's just angry, Nico." He smiled at the pale boy. "I'm sure if you actually tried, he would probably stop you. Just don't worry about it."

Nico just stood there in silence.

Jason frowned at him. "You're not leaving, are you?" He asked.

Nico shrugged. "Maybe," he mumbled.

"Nico, don't let him get to you," Jason tried. Nico just shrugged again and began walking out the door. "Nico, wait."

But the boy didn't listen. He only kept walking, and the door was soon shut behind him. Jason sighed and let his head fall back. Why couldn't things just go back to normal?

"Can't we stop and rest? My feet are killing me."

Charles rolled his eyes. "Just be glad you aren't actually dead," he mumbled. Silena smiled and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at her before looking down at their daughter in her arms.

"Yes, I suppose that's true," Leo replied.

"Neither of you have any idea what happened?" Silena asked.

Leo and Charles both shook their heads. "Magic?" Leo suggested.

"Maybe," Charles whispered. "I suppose we'll have to find out."

"We should let everyone know we are alive," Silena suggested, frowning up at her husband.

Charles nodded down at her. "We will. We're in Atlantis now. We can send word to Percy once we get into a village. I'd rather stay discreet for a while. We can go to the castle when he sends an escort for us."

"Once we're there, we should look in their library for answers about our family magic," Leo said.

"We'll do that too."

Leo chuckled. "I never thought I'd get that close to a dragon and live to tell the tale."

Charles smirked at his brother. "Well, I suppose we're just lucky."

"Well, it could have been magic, like Leo said," Silena said.

Charles nodded. "I know, but it's still lucky on our part."

He let out a sigh of relief when a village finally came into sight. They had been traveling with refugees from Whiterun since the dragon attack. Along the way, they encountered more refugees from Marcarth with similar tales to that of their own. He didn't know how bad things were at the moment, but he knew that a lot of the southern kingdom had been taken severe damage. And from the sounds of the rumors going around the taverns, Sparta was having similar dragon troubles.

Though, if he knew Ares, they probably weren't having it as bad as the other Holds. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the dragons being too afraid to get close enough to scorch the cities because the La Rues and their armies were all there.

And there was worse news coming from the north. Apparently, dragons weren't the only legends coming back into the world. He didn't doubt that the rumor was true. As they had made their way north, he had noticed that there was a slight drop in temperature the farther they went. Something was happening, and Charles wasn't sure if they were going to be ready for whatever it was.

Jason sighed as he listened to Percy bicker with Nico and Martin. Somehow, Annabeth had managed to get everyone together for supper. Though, Jason was wondering if the girl now regretted her actions. At least Percy wasn't snapping at him. But then again, Jason was doing his best to remain as quiet as possible.

Piper squeezed his hand when she noticed his sour expression. "We can eat elsewhere, if you want," she whispered.

Jason shook his head. "No, it's fine," he whispered back.

"If you're really so unhappy with my presence, I'll just take my leave home then!" Nico finally snapped.

Percy frowned at Nico, but didn't say anything right away. He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced off to the side, refusing to meet Nico's angry gaze. "Fine, do whatever you want," he mumbled.

Nico huffed and threw his napkin onto the table before storming out of the dining hall. Annabeth rose from her chair. "I'm going to go talk to him," she said before following after the boy.

Percy wiped his mouth and sat his own napkin on his plate. "I'm not hungry anymore," he said before walking out another door from the one Nico left through.

Jason sighed and dropped his chin into his palm. Piper kissed his cheek before rising from her chair and, with the help of Thalia, escorted Reyna from the room, more than likely so that the youth wouldn't be around the hostile environment. The room lapsed into an awkward silence after that. Martin glared at Kinzie while the girl enjoyed her food, the image of happiness.

When the girl did not respond to his glaring, he shot out of his chair, knocking it over. As the others had, he too stormed out of the room. Jason closed his eyes as he let out a groan. This was all just so perfect. This one little action was causing so much argument.

"You know," Kinzie began, breaking the silence, "I have to thank you."

Jason frowned at her. "For what?" He asked.

"For ensuring that Percy gets the throne."

"Believe me, I didn't do it to help you. I don't want to help you at all."

Kinzie smiled at him. "Regardless, you did. And not only that, but you rid me of Nico. I'm sure that Martin will leave as well, so let me thank you for taking care of both of them in advance."

Jason's jaw tightened. "I don't wish you any happiness with Percy, dear cousin. You've caused enough conflict for all of us since you and your mother set foot into Triton's camp that day."

"It was all for the best," Kinzie said sweetly, taking a sip of wine.

"I hope you choke on that."

Kinzie cackled at him. "I'm sure you're not the only one."

"How can it not bother you that so many people hate you?" Jason asked in disbelief.

Kinzie shrugged. "I get what I want, and that's all that matters. The cherry on top of this is that Percy is gorgeous. I would have married him even if he wasn't, but he is truly breathtaking. Not to mention he is the nicest person anyone could ask for. So, I'm happy, on top of getting what I want." She raised her chalice. "Life couldn't be sweeter."

Jason raised his own chalice and forced a smile onto his lips. "May you get everything you deserve," he said, a dangerous spark in his eyes.

Kinzie only smirked at him. "Now, Jason, there's no need for that. We are family after all. I'm one of the few family members you have left. Can't we get along?"

"I'd rather be dragged be dragged through mud by a horse in the middle of Atlantis," he mumbled in return.

Kinzie sighed and sat her chalice down. "Too bad I never got the chance to thank Luke. If it weren't for him, Percy would have never had a chance at getting to the Iron Throne."

"Why couldn't you have died during childbirth?" Jason whispered.

Theseus breathed into his hands before rubbing them together over the fire. His entire body was chilled to the bone. He narrowed his eyes as the icy wind continued to hit him in the face. It was colder than he had ever felt before. Yet, that didn't seem to matter to the Wall.

"I don't understand it," he whispered as he knelt down to inspect one of the many cracks that had recently appeared in the Wall.

"Something is wrong with it," Snow said, letting out a whimper.

Theseus sighed and looked down the Wall where other Night's Watch members were stationed. Ever since Zagereus had sent troops to aid them, Charon had ordered more men up on the Wall to act as lookouts. Before the cracks had appeared, Theseus might have thought they were just reassurance, but now, he felt they were definitely necessary. He knew it had been the right call to send for aid, he just didn't know if it would be enough for whatever happened.

"Something comes," Snow informed him.

Theseus frowned and looked out into the blizzard, his eyes shimmering red. He let out a gasp when he saw finally saw them. Hundreds, if not thousands, of human-like figures started appearing in the heavy blizzard.

Theseus reached for his belt and pulled out his horn, blowing on it three times. Horn after horn began blowing after his, bringing the entire fortress to life with noise. Theseus frowned as he spotted a a spec of black in all of the White Walkers. "Minos," he growled.

Thousands of his undead minions ended up pouring out of the heavy snow covered wasteland. Minos made his way to the front and raised his icy spear. He opened his mouth and let out a loud screech, which nearly brought Theseus to his knees.

A few of his fellow watchmen pulled out bows and began shooting arrows down at them, but it did no good. A few of the arrows embedded into the heads of White Walkers, but they just stood there and took the attacks. Snow whined at Theseus's side.

"We need to go, Theseus. It's not safe up here," his white wolf pleaded.

Theseus didn't move, though. He couldn't. Minos raised his spear and let out another screech. The spear in his hand began to glow. Theseus's eyes widened as the Wall began to shake. Large chunks of it began falling from its surface.

"Theseus!" Snow yelled into his head.

Theseus shook his head and began running towards the lift, Snow hot on his heels. He slammed the door closed once he was inside and hit the lever to send him to the bottom. What was happening? What was going to happen? If the Wall fell...

Halfway down, the wall shook again. A large ice chunk fell and nearly hit the lift. He heard men yell from up above. He looked up to see a bright blue light shining over the top of the Wall. His eyes widened as he watched several men leap off the top of Wall, only to fall to their death.

A deafening blast went off and a bright light blinded Theseus. The lift began shaking, and soon, the tether snapped, sending Theseus and Snow the rest of the way to the ground. The Wall exploded, sending giant pieces of ice flying through the sky. The rest of the Wall began to collapse, crushing everything that was nearby.

Theseus groaned as he tried pulling himself from the icy rubble. His whole body was in pain from the fall, and his head was dripping with blood. There was still a ringing in his ear, and he had to blink several times to get his sight back. He gritted his teeth as he tried to pull his leg out from under a chunk of ice, only to find that it was stuck. He also soon found that he was unable to move his left arm.

Snow lay under some ice a few feet away from him. He panicked as he noticed the blood staining his white coat. "Snow!" He tried yelling, but the wolf didn't respond. He knew Snow wasn't dead, though; he would have felt it.

A loud thundering noise brought his attention to where the Wall once stood. The entire army of White Walkers began pouring over the icy debris. And then, in the middle of it all, Minos stepped into view. He still wore his black crown, but his hair had turned black since Theseus had last seen him.

Theseus attempted to pull himself from his icy prison again, but only managed to cause pain to his leg. He let his head fall back against the ice, panting heavily. No one else had seemed to be moving, until Minos raised his spear. A fresh coat of ice shot out from the man's feet and covered the destroyed fortress. Theseus shivered as he felt it run across his body.

He gasped as his fallen comrades pushed their way out of the debris that had fallen on top of them. All of them were now Minos's undead slaves. Zagereus's aid had now turned into a disadvantage for his brother. Even Charon himself stood with Minos's now grwoing undead legion.

He glared at the necromancer as he came to stand above him. "Well, well, what have we here?" Minos rasped out.

"Go to hell," Theseus growled.

Minos only ignored him. His eyes traveled up to where Snow lay. His decayed lips tilted up into a smirk. "There it is. It's a shame that it won't be joining you in my legion. But I'm afraid you won't be joining your companion in the afterlife."

Theseus tightened his jaw. He felt Snow stir in his head, and quickly told the wolf their link to send word to the others. "You...can't win," Theseus panted, already feeling death approaching him.

"Ah, that is where you're wrong. And, I think I'll start with your home. It was your ancestors that came up with the idea of that wretched prison that they have stood guard over for the past thousand years. They will cower before the shadow of my army."

"How? How did you destroy the Wall?"

"War has become your own downfall, while bringing my rise. All that death over a petty civil war. My reach grew stronger, pulled more life as the war raged on. And then, on two separate days, something happened. There was so much death. Hundreds of people cried out for help...I merely answered."

Minos pointed his spear at Theseus's heart. The undead king looked up when he heard a growling sound. Snow leapt at him, knocking him to the ground. But the wolf wasn't fast enough to kill the man. Several White Walkers approached and ripped the giant wolf off of their master.

"Don't kill the beast," Minos rasped. He looked back down at Theseus. "I want you to hear his dying screams as you join my legion."

Theseus glared up at the icy blue-skinned man with eyes full of hate. He shook in anger as he took in ragged breaths. His eyes turned red and his canines descended. "My family will rip you limb from limb."

Minos frowned and jabbed his spear through Theseus's heart. Theseus's breath hitched as icy pains shot through his body. His eyes began wildly flickering from red to brown as he felt his bond with Snow being severed. His eyes filled with tears as he heard Snow howl as loud as he could. The wolf was being held down, but Snow was able to meet Theseus's gaze. With a final howl, Snow's eyes closed.

Unimaginable pain tore through Theseus's body. He let out a blood curdling scream as he was hit with a mix of his broken bond and Minos's magic. His chest heaved as felt like his heart was being crushed. His canines disappeared, and his already pale skin began to turn an icy blue.

He continued to scream until he found himself unable to draw any more breaths. He began to gasp and writhe on the ground. His eyes slowly began to close as his body ceased its movements. His pale pink lips turned blue as he lay there motionless.

Minos withdrew his spear as he watched Theseus carefully. "Now, rise and lay waste to your old home," Minos commanded.

Theseus's eyes snapped open, and the once dark brown eyes were now an icy blue color. Other White Walkers moved and helped get the chunks of ice off of his body. Minos let out a loud screech and the thousands of his undead legion began marching south. He placed a hand on Theseus's shoulder, but the once living youth did not make any sign of acknowledging the action."

"Let us go to war."

Dun dun dun. Theseus is now a member of Minos's legion, and the necromancer is leading his army towards Tartarus. I don't think Percy's going to let Nico leave now :P But yes, now they have two big issues to deal with. And Leo, Charles, and Silena are still alive. It just had to be done so that Robert and Arya could get a divorce. If Kinzie doesn't die next chapter, it will for sure be the chapter after that. But yes, I did say things were going to go a little darker. Tartarus is a big Hold, and a lot of people are going to be caught unprepared. But you'll have to wait to find out what happens to Zagereus and the rest of them. I'll see you guys later.