Slightly smaller chapter this time around but remember people, been really busy right now so chapters might be a little smaller for a bit. Lots of good reviews last time around and I'm glad everyone is enjoying it so much! Enjoy!

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Thalia

Sweat dripped down the goddess' brow as she slumped against the wall behind her, the only thing between her and the throne room. Just under one of the windows leading into it as well. Her breathes came in pants, her clothes suddenly too tight as her eyes dilated as she desperately tried to regain control of herself. She didn't know what compelled her to do it or why she simply couldn't look away. It had been curiosity as she'd been passing by, having noticed the sudden barrier erected around the room but just to within the borders.

Not to mention it was only physical. Every sound had been more than clear enough and were replying endlessly in Thalia's head.

She'd hovered up, just enough for her head to peak over the lowest end of the window and she watched in total rapture. Saw how her queens worshiped their king and welcomed their consort, the way he had such command over them and yet treated them tenderly. She watched as a maiden became a woman.

She hadn't even realized she'd been playing with herself as it went on, how she mewled and moaned in faint echoes to the performance before her. And then Andromeda climaxed. A wave of pure and unrestrained lust erupted off her and the moment it carried over Thalia, she came as well without intention or control, leaving her spent.

She glanced down at her soaked training shorts, her tank top just barely restraining her own respectable assets as her wings laid out at her sides. She kept recalling the foursome with crystal clarity as her hands twitched in the need to explore and continue but she held herself back. She needed to head to her palace, away from the amorous couplings and to clear her head.

She shouldn't be this attracted, this wanting. She was a maiden and even considering taking a new oath as one, something to further distance herself from what her own father had become. She knew otherwise once freed to her own lust, there would be no going back and she wouldn't lay with just anyone. She'd already been avoiding it for years as men and even some women tried to tempt her in her rare visits to the camps, chasing after her because of her fame or heritage.

Never just to get to know Thalia herself.

'But maybe there is someone,' were her traitorous thoughts as she recalled Percy. The predatory look in his eyes, the strength of his thrusts as he held Andromeda to him making her shudder as her thighs rubbed together. 'No! He's already with them, I can't!' she protested even as visions of herself committing such an act surfaced. Looking up at him as she brought him to mind numbing pleasure, or him holding her down and simply claiming her as such while she screamed his name.

She grit her teeth as she shook her head, trying to desperately clear her thoughts and stood on shaky legs. There was supposed to be a council meeting later today, hopefully one of them one have the decency to clean up before the rest arrive. Regardless she prepared to flash to the Palace of the Skies. She really needed a cold shower…

Two Days Later, Andromeda

Andy sighed blissfully to herself as she strolled through the temple on her way to the offices. She walked with an excited hop in her step, smiling at just about everyone, regardless of how that just got embarrassed flushes from everyone, guy or girl. Of course she'd been blushing non-stop for the first day, having learned what happened due to their rump in the throne room. First off, it looked like Percy's barrier only stopped gods from entering physically or flashing in, but did nothing to cutoff an impromptu show.

Apparently Andy had been more than loud enough for everyone within the first district to hear exactly what she was doing and with who. However that held nothing compared to what her coupling did, especially when their activities carried over into the night. Long story short, that day and night was likely responsible for a new, global scale baby-boom, every god and goddess dealing with new life and babies said as much.

Of course the following day led to Lupa, Medusa, and Lamia tailing them like lost puppies pushed to the brink and sure enough, all three had been bedded quite … thoroughly. Not to mention Andy found the concubine collars Rhea provided them to be hot and judging by how her queen looked at her, she bet good money that Rhea had one for her as well. Sexual deviance aside the council, after some jabs and teasing about the newly christened throne, decided on what course to take with the attacking army and even New Rome.

They were also going to make another push into interaction with the mortal world, spearheaded by Rhea this time and hopefully, it would go over well. At least the British parliament had been added along with the royal family to the know about the new protogenoi. Thank Chaos for oaths on Styx to make sure that knowledge was secure, otherwise their mortal allies would get backlash from the many countries still alarmed ever since Cordoba. Not that they could really be blamed but for the time being Jason would be kept out of the spotlight.

Shaking her thoughts of the matter she arrived to Athena's current room of residence and smoothed out any features on her face. Once properly in her ruling mentality she opened without so much as a knock, stepped in, and quickly closed the door behind her. The sight that greeted her was probably something many have thought of but never truly dared attempt.

Still hung up by her wrists, the Goddess of Wisdom had her head bowed slightly, her cheeks burning gold as she squirmed and trembled, her thin white sundress clinging to her curves as her chest heaved. Even from a distance Andy could make out the erect buds of her breasts poking through her clothes as Athena bit her lips, trying to prevent so much as a whimper from escaping her. However, having heard her entrance the goddess looked up only to glare with indignation and fury at Andy but she took it in stride as she approached.

"W-what did you … do to me?" Athena almost growled even as her blush persisted as she reared her head back.

"Not a lot," Andy replied easily as she lazily traced a finger along Athena's arm, making the goddess gasp at the touch. "Just took the next step in your punishment."

"How …" she trailed off as her breathing got harder as a lavender tattoo of sorts appeared around her neck mimicking a collar.

"Simple," Andy replied as she took a step to the side and pulled Athena's chin up to make sure those steely grey eyes were looking at her. "I had hoped that after speaking with Medusa and Arachne you would see. That maybe you'd toss aside your pride for once and admit to your own errors and hopefully apologize … but you didn't. No, instead you remained silent when they visited you again after everything but it seems that I underestimated just how stuck in your ways you are. So if having your wrongs thrown in your face won't do, then I'll simply force you to toss away your pride you so desperately hold."

She let go of the goddess as she stepped back and watched as Athena continued to struggle against her own body.

"I… I thought you said … you wouldn't take my virtue," Athena managed through labored breathes.

"And I won't. If you give in and decide to sleep with someone of your own volition is up to you and I don't really care about it. I'm here with you to carry out your punishments and the first is you admitting your wrongs," Andy replied with an aloof tone as she looked down at the slightly shorter goddess.

She saw the angered and defiant glint appear in Athena's eyes at the mention of her own mistakes. It was a familiar sight and now the goddess was on the defensive. Looking her in the eyes Andy leaned closer, her own eyes unyielding as she spoke in a clear and firm voice.

"So let's take the pride and see what it takes to make you beg for mercy. Perhaps reliving some of Medusa's worst memories?" she probed, seeing the alarmed look in Athena's eyes. Andy pressed further, looking for any sign of give or weakness along the proud and defiant façade. "Or maybe I'll take some of the desires you were most ashamed of, those that you denied above everything else and increase them. After all, we both know what and who you wanted but more importantly … how you wanted."

Seeing the quivering Athena's eyes Andy decided to take a page from Percy and give a predatory grin, her own eyes narrowing as a lavender glow came from them.

"Hmm … if only others knew. Athena of all goddesses, who would have thought what her kinks and true desires are so shameful. While Artemis is more of a distrustful and violent prude, not that I blame her for her initial behavior considering the society she was born into, you are simply too caught up in your high and mighty view to ever consider truly being with anyone or letting go."

Andy paused as she slowly circled her captured prey, delighting in how Athena's entire body trembled as the goddess tried to watch her.

"But you can't, can you? No, the goddess Athena is too perfect and above that. Born fully grown and beautiful, already powerful and skilled in battle, and one of, if not the most, intelligent gods only to be name an Olympian shortly after. You've rarely been denied anything, daddy's little girl for over a century until Artemis came into the picture and even then, you always had his ear and authority. So above reproach and too dignified to ever allow weakness," Andromeda said, almost whispering the last bit into Athena's ear making the goddess shudder.

"But then again," Andy continued as she leaned back, looking at Athena with something akin to pity much to the goddess' obvious anger. "Perhaps it is best you hid behind this little mask. Chaos knows what would have happened to you back then. There simply wasn't a place for your type but at the same time, hiding for too long leaves you vulnerable to becoming the fake."

As she spoke Athena let her head dip down, her sweaty blonde bangs covering her eyes as she shuddered from time to time. Andromeda felt pangs of pity as she watched the goddess, knowing that her words were cutting far deeper than Athena allowed to show.

"Stop … it," Athena whispered without looking up.

"Stop what? Telling you the truth you deny? Stop with this tiny drop of frustration that I'm subjecting you to?" Andy asked as Athena gave her an incredulous look making Andy snort.

"Please, I'm the Primordial of Love and Desire. I can literally feel the pleasure and desires of every human on the planet. It's part of the reason my libido is even higher than my king or queens and why marrying them was for the best, that way I have a safe way of releasing my own needs on them. I only gave you a connection to the residents on this mountain and with every act of intimacy performed here only heightens your pleasure … but you can't experience release regardless of what you do and it will keep building," Andy explained, watching as the realization and horror dawned on the goddess. "But I'm not without some mercy as well. I'll stop it and get rid of all that frustration," she said sweetly as Athena tried to narrow her eyes but another shudder stopped her. "But to do that," she murmured as she leaned closer. "You need to beg. Beg and swear yourself to me. Then and only then will you get relief."

"Go to Tartarus!" Athena snarled as her body radiated pure divine power, the very floor around them cracking under the pressure but Andy disregarded it with little difficulty.

"I was raised there," she snickered back before her eyes hardened and glowed with power.

The collar around Athena's neck turned an angry red before the goddess arched her back with a silent scream, her body almost convulsing before remaining taut. Athena managed to turn her head and glare defiantly at Andy making her smirk.

"Upgraded you to all of Canada now. Let's see how you handle the lust now," she said before turning her back. "You're not perfect Athena, no one is. I would really start to consider if your pride and dignity are worth it because either way, you're losing it. The only question is whether it will be in your own terms, after all, you can deny yourself and your body for so long before something has to give."

With her piece said Andromeda walked out, leaving the goddess to her personal hell. This was the reason Andromeda had warned her that she could be worse than Nico in regards to torture. After all, she turns the very thing you want most against you. So, as the winged goddess gently closed the door behind her, she caught the small, choked sob that managed to escape Athena, making her feel guilty but she didn't turn back. With the door closed she sighed as her shoulders slumped and nearly shrieked when a hand tapped her shoulder.

Whirling around she was face to face with her husband, his flaming eyes looking at her with some concern. Not saying anything he pulled her into a comforting hug which she relished in, leaning against him and breathing in his musky scent. After a few minutes of comfortable silence he spoke, the underlying growl within his voice soothing her even more.

"So, how is it going?"

She glanced up at him before taking a deep breath and a slow, measured exhale.

"I really wish she would have shown some progress by now. At least a small apology would have gone a long way but instead she's being stubborn and I had to up the punishment on her," she replied.

"And what has you so worried about that? You said before that the frustration isn't a threat to her mind," Percy said as he looked at her with mild confusion, his brows scrunching in a cute manner.

"Her mind isn't in danger of retreating within itself from pain," Andy clarified as she glanced back at the door. "But she isn't a love goddess, she was never trained to tolerate this sort of exposure. Sure, any mortal by now would have been overwhelmed and given in but if she tries to hold out, a far worse consequence will come."

"Such as?" he asked as he released the hug to cross his arms and look at the door intently.

"The lust and needs of her body will finally overwhelm even her mind and she'll give in but then, what's to stop it from becoming a chronic case? How can she adjust if her body and desires win out every time there is a conflict with the mind? What's to stop her from becoming a slave to her own body, especially when the key overarching emotion and need being based on lust?"

Percy nodded gravely at the implications. "She would have no inhibitions and would do anything to get satisfaction. In this case she'd be broken and be little more than a living sex doll." Percy then paused as he blinked before looking at her intently. "Is that … what could have happened to you if I denied you?" he asked softly.

Andy glanced away for a moment as she bit her lip, knowing exactly what would have happened to her had Percy said no and she didn't find any other truly capable of being with her. Her needs would have been next to insatiable to any other partner falling short of a primordial or powerful god and even then it would have been possible that she would have still needed more. But Percy had accepted and returned those feelings, along with Rhea and Hestia, leaving her more than satisfied emotionally and physically.

"It doesn't matter now," she finally replied as she looked at her left hand, spotting the obsidian ring with pink diamond surrounded by emerald and ruby. "I have you, Rhea, and Hestia now."

Soon Percy took her hand with his ring overlapping hers getting a warm smile from her.

"And we wouldn't change it," he said softly before giving her a tender kiss.

After a while he pulled back and glanced at the door again.

"Tell me, if worse comes to worst, what will you do then?" he asked.

"I wanted to punish her and then give her a chance to change, not condemn her forever but is she breaks …" Andy replied evenly as she looked at the door before looking back to Percy with hard eyes. "… I'll make her fade…"

Next Day, Vatican, Italy, Afternoon

Pope Francisco Devente took calm and measured steps as he ascended the chairs, his gaze resting on the waiting door leading to the balcony overlooking Saint Peter's Square. Even from his place he could hear the rumble of the people outside. This was the now necessary third visitation of the day, a cycle repeated everyday ever since the tragedy of Cordoba. That day had been an alarm unlike any other before to the possible truths of their world. To see a true angel come from the heavens and smite a massive being of unknown origin … or at least, initially unknown.

The images taken had provided enough to render accurate pictures of some of the armor and depictions carefully crafted on it. And it was those depictions, along with the accounts of the monstrous man's presence that pointed to a terrifying possibility. Even Francisco himself had been somewhat of a mythology nut in his youth, how could he not when his own mother had been an archeologist? And so, even if it took a few days to look through some of his precious moments of the times of his youth and adventures with his mother, he had found a match. The very armor depicted in an ancient temple, on the borders of Macedonia, telling the story of the titans.

Hyperion, one of the most feared titans, had been there in the flesh and fighting against the white angel. To see such forces at work had been utterly breath taking, even if brief, but now that left nothing but questions. What did this mean for the faith? For the world? Have the days of judgement finally come? And most importantly (possibly terrifying), if two beings of distinct divinity had been present, are there others, and if so, what would it mean for the world? All these questions and more caused varying reaction, the most common being either excitement for those believing they have been just, and fear for those of opposing faith or creed.

The church had never been busier then these days, there services of baptism, conversion, and confession being swamped at all times and then the actual square itself. It was full at nearly all times of day, especially during the hours of service and Sundays with near frantic crowds looking for guidance and comfort in these uncertain times. Every single one of his priests, from the highest cardinal to the lowest deacon, had been worked to the bone attending the masses tirelessly. Even some world leaders, from the genuinely affiliated to those echoing past calls only for the favor, have come in search of guidance. Were it not for the fact that he had to be mature and patient during such events he would have laughed at the way visiting politicians visited with sweat trailing their every step.

It was only mildly amusing though but did little to distract from the fervor and speculation all around them but all he could do was try to be a source of comfort and guidance and pray, because obviously there had to be someone listening in. It was with those thoughts that he finally noticed that he had arrived at the highest step and was now only pace or so from being on the balcony and in plain view. Taking one last reassuring breath he went on, the dull rumble now a near roar as his pristine white garments making his presence known within moments.

He walked to the very rail and gave a gentle wave, smiling softly at the cheers and shouts of the crowd of people. Young and old, men and women, of nearly any profession or creed, they all came. He wondered if other temples and holy sites were just as overflowing. He glanced up to the warm sun overhead, having passing its peak and now on to the slow descent for the day. Luckily it hadn't been too hot today, otherwise they would have some of the repeated emergencies with heat strokes and fainting spells plaguing the last week.

He moved his eyes from the skies above to the people again, raising a hand for silence which was followed in short order. He prepared to speak, to give another short speech on coming together for support and prayer, in wake of Cordoba and the unknown future … but he paused. Perhaps it was a movement he caught, maybe he just wanted to look at the blues skies yet again, or maybe it was something simply whispering in his mind to look up. The reason unknown his gaze still lifted and for a moment he wasn't sure what he was looking at. Had it been in passing he could have written it off as a bird fluttering by, but this was no bird.

His mouth dropping, eyes widening, he took in the splendor before him. With wings of bronzed feathers, caressed with the gentlest breeze, was a woman like no other he'd seen in his seventy years. Dressed in a snug chiton of the purest white with gold embroidery and sash around her waist, hair of the warmest browns lightly spilling over exposed shoulders equally tanned skin. Eyes of gold with pupils of an emerald glow on, high cheeks and heart shaped face. The vision of beauty, what else could he call it?

An angel had blessed them with her presence.

His silence and gaze attracted the attention of the crowds as they followed his sight, resounding gasps of shock and disbelief erupted all around as even the television crews present swiveled around to get a shot of this holy being. Then, with unearthly grace she descended, as if the very breeze was lowering her with solemn reverence. Soon she was low enough to balance on the tip of the obelisk centering the square but she continued on, the people below scampering back with a hushed murmur. The click of her golden heels upon the stone beneath echoed all around as the very ground seemed to thrum with her presence and even Francisco in his old age felt as if new vigor was flowing through him.

With posture and grace she walked forward, the people parting before her like the Red sea before Moses, some even falling to their knees in prayer. Some looked at her in unbridled fear, intimidated by the unquestionable aura of power radiating off this being. However, as she moved and the crowds parted, it seemed that a child had gotten separated from her parents and fallen … right in the path of the angel.

He barely noticed his breath hitching as the angel stopped and glance down at the small child before her. The little brunette, even from this distance Francisco could see that she was frightened but then the angel gave her a warm smile. He watched in fascination as the winged woman drew closer and knelt before the child, speaking softly while gesturing to the scrapped knee of the child. A mumbled reply and shy nod later, the angel gently pressed a single finger to the small cut and there was a brief, golden glow before she removed her finger. Nothing but unblemished skin remained much to the crowd's amazement before the angel picked up a flower the child had dropped and let it rest in her palm.

They watched, transfixed as the trampled plant became vibrant once more and even grew in radiance, seemingly balancing perfectly in her palm until the restored rose was at its peak. Then, with another smile the angel gave the flower to the girl who gingerly took it and said something that made the angel giggle of all things. Leaning forward to kiss the child's forehead, the angel then rose back to her feet and glanced around, and stopped on a woman that looked like a bigger version of the girl. 'The girl's mother,' Francisco mused as the now excited girl returned to the arms of her mother who seemed to thank the angel, something she waved off with a smile.

After another few moments and words the angel resumed her path, walking straight towards where Francisco himself resided above the square. With her approach more dropped to pray, others bowed, and many more smiled or waved which the angel happily returned before she arrived to the border where the Vatican guards kept the general populace back. She paused there and looked on in amusement before directing her gaze to the head guard, easily picking him out from the dozens that stood before her.

Pope Francisco suddenly felt apprehensive at the sight of several guards nervously fidgeting, some even fingering the guns hidden at the backs until the head guard glanced back and up at Francisco. Seeing this Francisco nodded before the guard barked an order having the defense line separated down the center. The angel nodded her head with a murmur to the closest guards before she continued to walk but then, another miracle happened. With her every step up she seemed to find purchase on nothing but air much to the shock of those witnessing.

Every pair of eyes watched on as step by step the angel drew closer to the Pope, something almost forgetting to breathe at this possibly historic moment. All too soon the angel was level before him, only a scant few feet from his balcony as she looked at him, her beauty almost too radiant for him to even bear. Then, with a soft and honeyed voice, spoken in perfect Latin of all things.

"Be not afraid…"

Army Camp, Evening

Allen gave a tense sigh as he slowly walked through the camps surrounding the Argos, small campfires doting the terrain around him. Demigods clustered all about, almost all hunkered down and only speaking in harsh whispers and uneasy murmurs. He could even pick out the youngest recruits, most of them barely over 12, and felt nothing but disgust at the thought. There was no prophecy, no apparent greater agenda to Fate, and no simply task to suite the ego of a god.

No, these kids, many of them his siblings, were merely here because they were unlucky enough to pass the necessary requirement for cannon fodder. They didn't have anywhere near the experience or fortitude necessary, not for this. All-out war against literal legends, both ancient and recent, and yet the gods brought them along. They simply signed off on their deaths in a war that isn't even meant to be waged at the demigods.

How many times had demigods themselves had civil war or even been an opposing side against mortals in history, and the gods stood aside saying it was mortal business? How was it that the gods were so quick to give up the lives of the demigods, their own children, and rarely put themselves in harm's way if they can help it. And now, even his own mother had been bested and taken prisoner, and possibly suffering in ways he was glad his mind failed to imagine.

He once had absolute trust in Olympus. Not anymore.

He remembered that sight before them. How the newest legend, Perseus Jackson, appeared before them on wings of darkness and single-handedly held off not only his mother but Artemis, his sister, and Bellona with little difficulty while the other two also dominated their opposition. Such an overwhelming force and yet the Olympians still brought the demigods with them to a battle ground that was likely to be at their disadvantage.

With every day spent waiting, the nerves of the demigods grew along with the obvious tension of the gods. Losing Athena created an imbalance of authority and the gods now bickered and squabbled like chickens on how to attack, who should lead, and so forth. Zeus might be king and even a bit charismatic but unless on the actual battlefield, he wasn't an organized commander capable of rallying his troops to a single point. The other Olympians weren't helping much, especially Artemis and Hera who both demanded to attack as soon as possible, practically foaming at the mouths.

The thought of the maiden goddess brought a particularly distasteful grimace from the 18 year old demigod, his gaze flowing to a passing campfire where he spotted familiar silver parkas. However, his eyes dropped to one of the obviously smallest and youngest, his sister Lola Jefferson, and couldn't help but clench his fists in anger. She had been one of the demigods basically drafted against their wishes, being adapt with a bow, and forced to take Artemis' oath. That night Lola had cried into his chest until she fell asleep, having been the last night she had been allowed to stay with her siblings before separating to the Artemis barracks for training before they left.

She hadn't wanted it and when some of the gods were questioned about whether they would be released from their oaths upon war's end, the gods had been evasive. Last thing he needed was his sister near an unstable goddess with an aching ego and an axe to grind against nearly anyone. But for now his sister was beyond along with two other slightly older sisters of his but at least they kept an eye of the youngest of Athena's children present.

He was broken out of thoughts however when he passed a tent and was smacked in the face by the tent flap. Staggering back he blinked for a moment before seeing a familiar head of golden hair similar to his own and a set of intense grey eyes looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, Allen, I'm sorry," Annabeth apologized as she stepped forward and checked his face making him blush in embarrassment.

A few days since their mother had been taken Annabeth had seemed to change and take a step up in watching after her siblings, regardless of their age. He'd seen her become a significant source of support and comfort, especially for the younger demigods, even those not directly related to her. Hell, she was practically being a mother hen for the youngest demigods around and the effects, both positive and negative, were apparent.

Allen could see it in the eyes of his fellow demigods the way they were looking up to Annabeth and she was winning over more with each passing day. To the veterans she was a familiar presence and someone to trust in the thick of it unlike so many gods that had remained in their lofty perches while the demigods bled and sacrificed. Without their mother Annabeth had effectively become the authority for her siblings and the squad dedicated to front-line combat, though those of Ares' linage favored Bellona's far more aggressive stance.

Loyalties aside Allen shook his head, partly to clear his thoughts, another to get his sister's hands off his head before looking at her intently. Only now did he notice her clothes, being her usual shorts and simple shirt but this time she had a breastplate over it and her bracers, her sword and shield strapped to her back.

"You going somewhere?" he asked to which she looked away hesitantly before her eyes suddenly hardened as she looked at him again.

"Yes," she answered firmly, bringing a finger up to his lips to stop his following question. "I can't explain everything but I need to head north to where mother is being kept."

"But what if they take you too?" he whispered harshly, looking at his sister as if she'd grown a second head. "You're completely outclassed there and we don't even know if she's alive."

"She is, I would have felt it otherwise," Annabeth replied. "Besides, if I approach under parley it should be alright."

"Should!?" Allen asked incredulously getting a shrug from his godly sister.

"I can only hope that have more honor that the Olympians," his sister replied with obvious distaste at the mention of the council of gods.

He didn't question the tone though. Annabeth along with a good portion of demigods had been glancing at the gods in such ways, more and more beginning to question whether the claims of Percy's apparent sister having validity. The fact that almost all failed to answer conclusively and get evasive, or in the cases of some such as Hephaestus, a look of extreme shame, had been enough for some.

Truth be told many of the demigods had not wanted to fight at all but here they were and the gods in question were constantly watching them for any sign of traitors. Allen wouldn't be surprised if some of the gods were willing to perform executions if they did catch wind of any traitors or deserters but that would do nothing to settle the tensions of the camp. And now his sister was leaving and without her guidance, Allen honestly wasn't sure how he or his siblings would do, especially having their mother taken before them.

"But … what about us?" he asked, cursing how his voice seemed far more frail when he said that.

All that got though was a gentle and understanding smile from his sister as she stepped closer and gave him a hug, whispering softly in his ear, "Right now the only thing I can ask you is to look after our siblings. There's something going on I need to confirm but promise me this, if I don't get back before the Argos take off again in the next few days, then take command of the Athena Vanguard for me."

"But-"

"Promise me," Annabeth said sternly making Allen swallow nervously before nodding. "Good," she continued before giving him a quick kiss on the brow before he could protest it.

She then stepped back and looked at him for a few more moments before abruptly turning around and dashing of. With unnatural grace and speed she sped out of the camp, barely even being noticed by the demigods in her ways as she maneuvered around them and quickly dashed out of the camp limits heading north.

"Swift speed," Allen murmured before looking up to the night sky, for once feeling like he was looking at far more than just empty space and stars above. "If you can hear me then please … just let me sister return to us … Percy," he prayed in a bare whisper before closing his eyes.

Then, with a firmer step he moved on, making his rounds around the camp…

Alright, like I said earlier, smaller chapter. Some developments and set ups for bigger stuff to go down. Hope everyone enjoyed and see you next week (hopefully)

A pleasure, Jbubu