Hello friends and welcome to chapter 35 (I think that it's 35, don't kill me) sorry for the wait but end of term tests have taken up all of my time.

Shout-outs:

DemigodSassReaders: Your welcome XD. Thank you.

Theoneandonly: I like to think of it was quite an achievement as well. Thank you, I will.

GJaylene Olebar: I shall do, cheers.

Greekgodsrox: OMGs I would love snow as well! It hasn't snowed where I live since 2010 and I miss it, we only get rain now, sounds fun right? I'll try to send Percy to you but he never listens to me. Percy get your but down south...um that sounded weird. *clears throat awkwardly* I tried my best. :D

PIPER

Speaking was great, she decided. Those fateful few weeks without her voice were possibly the worst days of her entire life, and she had been in a war. But during that specific car journey, she wished nobody could speak.

"Are we there yet?" Leo asked for what must've been the millionth time.

"Shut up Leo," Piper muttered softly, Leo shut up but the glare on his face told her exactly what he thought of her in that moment.

"Ok you can talk but not about the journey," Piper allowed singing the words slightly.

"Ok then," A long awkward pause ensued.

"What do we tell everyone once we get to camp?" Hazel questioned the group.

"The truth," Jason answered as if the answer was that simple. Piper squeezed her boyfriend's knee and shook her head.

"We can't; it'll scare them," Piper pointed out.

"They have to know that Percy's… you know," Jason trailed off his eyes misting over. Piper felt her own eyes tingle slightly, yet she couldn't help but fell that Percy wasn't dead. She wasn't entirely sure why but she hadn't seen a body, not that she wanted to, and she had seen enough TV shows to know that often when you didn't see a body it was because there wasn't one.

"What's the alternative?" Annabeth mumbled from in front of them, Piper felt a tang of guilt; Percy was Annabeth's best friend she probably didn't want to be reminded of Percy's 'death'.

"We could tell Chiron first, he can decide how and when to tell the others," Jason suggested. Piper nodded shifting slightly in her impromptu seat.

"Good idea," Annabeth praised. Next to her Piper could feel Jason's chest puff out in pride, an amused breath left her lips.

"We're here," Thalia announced a few minutes later stopping the car with a jolt.

"Finally!" Leo exclaimed ripping the door open and climbing out. Jason opened his door and got out, Piper followed his lead.

Thalia had parked the car a few metres away from the camp so they had to stumble through the woods for a few minutes before they got out into the main clearing. The grass beneath her feet was a tiny bit damp so by the time they reached the Big House her feet were soaked, typical she thought.

"Where have you been?" Chiron demanded practically materialising in front of them, Piper let out an embarrassing squeak as he appeared.

"It's a long story," Annabeth began gesturing towards to Big House, Chiron narrowed his eyes but wheeled inside checking over his shoulder every few seconds as if they were about to vanish again. I'm not going anywhere until I'm fed, Piper thought to herself.
The centaur lead them to his office, the room was well heated but seemed a lot colder as Chiron glared at them. Piper let her gaze flicker over everything but the majority of it was the same, give or take a few new pictures on the walls.

"Now tell me: where have you been?" Chiron moved to the other side of his desk and peered at them with a blank look on his usually warm face.

"We were on Olympus," Piper took a step forward to explain to the centaur, distantly she wondered where Nico was; she thought the son of Hades was going to meet them at the camp.

"We were summoned there by… something," Jason stepped up to stand next to her. Piper cast him a look to warn him to watch his mouth – sometimes he was a bit…insensitive. Translation: Jason had the sympathy and kindness of Percy when people mocked Finding Nemo, Piper shook away the grief as she tried to hold onto her hope.

"Percy's not dead," Nico suddenly appeared in the corner of the office, everyone bar Chiron let out a pathetic gasp at the son of Hades' sudden appearance.

"What?" Jason whispered a sad hope flickering across his face. Piper could feel her own heart piecing itself back together at the news.

"His soul isn't in the underworld," Nico shrugged. "Ergo, he isn't dead."

"Nico, are you sure?" Piper asked him not wanting him to tell them Percy was alive when he actually wasn't. She wasn't sure any of them would survive losing the son of Poseidon again.
Nico hesitated for a minute or two but then his expression turned to steel and he nodded gravely, "I'm sure," A grin overcame his face filled with happiness that she hadn't seen him wear for a while.

"Thank the gods," Jason whispered a delighted sob tore from his throat as they all began to rise from the depths of depression they had fallen into.

"Will someone please explain what's going on?" Chiron sighed tapping his hand against the desk impatiently.

So they did, a few details were missed but they managed to tell Chiron the gist of what happened, by the end of their tale Chiron was smiling brightly at them.

"My, that's quite a day you've had," Piper nodded at him a matching smile forming over her feature. "So where is Percy?" Chiron asked.

"We don't know," Annabeth muttered sadly her grey eyes sliding to the window as if Percy was going to appear out of the shadows as Nico had done, sadly Piper didn't think that Percy's powers worked that way. She wasn't really sure that she knew how Percy's powers worked at all.

"Yet, we don't know yet," Leo corrected a grim look of determination scarring his face.

"I'm guessing you're going to go look for him," Piper sent Chiron her best 'well duh' look.

"Well, I can't stop you but I will ask you not to leave until you are ready to," Chiron implored his eyes wondering over their, no doubt, exhausted faces and weak bodies.

"Hey, has anyone been wondering how Percy still has weird wintery powers even though we all got our powers back?" Thalia suddenly asked.

"Good question," Piper mumbled looking at Annabeth, hoping that the wise girl would hold all the answers.

"Does he still have his powers over water?" Chiron questioned. Piper felt her face flush at her lack of knowledge about one of her closest friends.

"I don't think so," Nico answered, how did he know? Piper narrowed her eyes fractionally at the boy suspiciously.

"There you go then. His powers have shifted from one thing to another, a bit like-"

"The flow of water," Annabeth supplied a fond smile flickering over her face. Chiron smiled at his student.

"Exactly,"

After Chiron had let them leave Piper stumbled straight to the Dining Pavilion, she hoped that there might still be some food available, she hadn't eaten in so long and her hunger was becoming unbearable. It seemed that she wasn't the only one as the others, even Nico, trailed after her. As soon as they got there they sat down heavily at the Zeus table. Usually, they all sat at the Poseidon, Zeus or Hades table but as Percy wasn't there it felt insensitive to sit there.

"What are we going to do?" Leo groaned burying his face in arms.

"What do you mean; don't you want to go look for him?" Nico asked his eyebrows scrunching in confusion and his eyes flashing with an odd look she couldn't decipher.

"Of course I want to go look for him!" Leo exclaimed looking offended that someone would even suggest he did anything else.

"Then what do you mean?" Piper asked cocking her head to the side in confusion.

"I mean that we have no idea where Percy is or if he's ok or not and – urgh" Leo slammed his hands on the table growing increasingly flustered.

"Calm down," Frank instructed his gaze flickering from Leo to Piper and back again.

"I won't 'calm down'. I know what it's like to be out in the world with an ability you can't control. And believe me when I say that there is nothing in this world that's nearly as bad." Leo snapped.

"Then let's rest. Tomorrow we go out and we won't come back until we find him," Nico suggested his eyes sparkling in the night.

"Even if we have to bring him back kicking and screaming," Leo lifted and imaginary glass and they all fake toasted to their new found quest.

He wasn't much of a dancer. He had only danced a couple times in the past and even then it hadn't been anything particularly formal, he had never understood the temptation of a tempo; he was never mesmerised by the beat of a drum. But in that moment, standing on a ledge looking over the glorious city, he did know.

There was an undeniable beauty when two beings were in complete sync with one another, there was such grace in separating for a moment only to reunite seconds later. The dance he stepped was unlike any other – the beat was that of his own heart and the tempo was guided by his own breath – it wasn't normal and it was all the more special because of it.

Percy stepped and threw out his hand, as if spinning his partner, a twirl of wind followed through with the move covering the road beneath him with frost. The way he covered the city wasn't the same as anything he did before, this time he felt no fear. And why should he? What was he doing that was wrong, or dangerous? Nothing. He was embracing what he was and while he was dangerous he was still Percy Jackson; he was still human, well mostly human (50%)

He jutted an arm in the air and watched, face flushed, as snow weaved its way down from high above. Closing his eyes, Percy could almost imagine what it would be like for people waking up in the mornings. He heard the echo of a child's laugh as they dashed out of their bed and flew down the stairs; desperate to feel the white powder just to be sure it was real.

"Perseus," the illusion shattered into a million glistening pieces around him and his dance ended as suddenly as it had begun. Tilting his head to the left, he peered out at the intruder from under his pale bangs. "What are you doing?" Poseidon asked him cautiously.

Percy wasn't sure how to answer, he wasn't actually sure he wanted to answer at all – running sounded like a far more reliable option.

"I'm doing what I was made to do," the words tasted sweet on his left but the familiar face flinched when the sound reached him, interesting.

"You need to go back," Poseidon instructed his form shifting with discomfort. Percy looked away hoping that the god couldn't see his grin.

"Back where?" Percy wondered rubbing at his nose where a piece of snow had landed on him.

"To camp, to Olympus or to Atlantis – it doesn't matter. You can't be here," Poseidon replied instantly, it was almost like the man was reading a script. Ha, as if anyone could predict any of the nonsense that came out of his mouth.

"Yet here I am," Percy mused walking along the ledge, for once he wasn't concerned by the brutal drop beneath him.

"You shouldn't be here," the god corrected a pinch of impatience leaking into his tone making Percy smile slightly.

"Yet here I am," Percy repeated waving a hand in front of him gesturing to the breath-taking view before him.

"Perseus, why are you doing this? The mortals don't deserve your wrath." Poseidon demanded all the kindness and understanding vanishing from his voice so quickly Percy wondered if it was ever there at all.

"What wrath?" Percy questioned rubbing his knuckles so that his father wouldn't be able to see his trembling hands.

"Look around you, Perseus," Poseidon advised, Percy saw the god take a step forward out of the corner of his eye and it took all of his willpower not to cower under his father's piercing looked around and saw nothing but beauty and gentleness. With a sigh, he waved his hands through the air and let the winter freeze in place as if time itself had bowed before him.

"What I am doing is not wrong nor right," Percy allowed "It is simply the matter of being; of happening, it is the coming and going of nature and time. You can't control it and you can't control me. So tell me, your godliness, what's your next move," Percy pivoted on his heel and stared at the man he had fought to impress for so many years with no emotion weighing his heart down.

"I'll bring you back kicking and screaming if I have to," Poseidon informed him lifting his trident off the ground and gripping it with both hands, Percy watched the weapon blankly "Stand down." The god ordered.
Percy slowly turned away letting his body slouch, a sad sigh left his grinning lips. He heard Poseidon take a step towards him, relief practically radiated from the god. Fool.

"No," Percy announced then leapt off the side of the building, just like he hoped, the wind scooped him up effortlessly and guided him away.

"Zeus won't let this go, Perseus," Poseidon called out from the roof top.

"Neither will I," Percy whispered back, the four syllables were carried to the ears of his father as Percy went towards the one place he felt safe, Percy went home.

Or at least he tried to go home. He managed to travel about a quarter of a mile before the wind seemed to think 'nah mate' and ditched him on top of the Empire State Building. Which was actually quite rude, although, he did feel quite cool as he crouched down on the very top of the building like an assassin, he was a huge Assassin's Creed fan.

Around him, snowflakes resumed their journey to the ground a couple of them landed in his hair yet the camouflaged with his hair until they weren't noticeable.

He wasn't doing anything wrong was he? Percy didn't think so but, then again, no villain ever aimed to do the wrong thing they just tried to do what was right by their own personal standards. So was he the bad guy? A snort slipped out his mouth as he thought about it.

Oh yes, he was the latest supervillain – he made it snow and made it slightly windy, what a badass. Percy shook his head; there was no way he could be doing anything bad.
It was the middle of summer, snow wasn't normal, but who got to decide what classed as normal? It was probably Zeus, Percy thought bitterly. Eventually, the breathtaking view of his home city became less interesting and his thighs began to ache due to the strange position. Percy closed his eyes and tried to sense the wind around him, nothing, Percy looked harder. Yep, he had definitely been abandoned.

'That's very mean,' Percy thought sourly blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes and then slid down the speared top onto the round platform beneath him. He continued to slowly travel down until he was on the deck. A few tourists looked at him with a mixture of fear and awe, a look he was tragically used to. Thankfully the mist seemed to fall over them a few seconds later causing them to turn away as if he had never existed; he sent quick thanks to Hecate before moving to the bars.

For the first time in a long time, he was touching someone. He was shoulder to shoulder with a man of about thirty, the contact still made him uncomfortable but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been for him a few days ago.

"Why is it snowing, daddy?" A little girl asked. Percy tore his gaze away from the setting sun to stare at her with weariness.

"I don't know, pumpkin, maybe its magic," the man next to her wiggled his finger. Percy snorted and the man stared at him with a flicker of hatred then surprise. "Can I help you?" The man's gaze flickered to his arm; Percy followed his gaze only to see a large blood stain covering his newly healed arm.

"No, I'm alright," Percy reassured him by giving him the biggest smile he could manage and then looked away.

"Are you sure, young man? That doesn't look good," The man took a step forward. By now other people had begun to send him concerned looks, Percy cursed his stupidity.

"Um, no really it's just make-up," Percy lied patting his blood soaked arm for emphasis.

"Kid, what are you, Fifteen?" A woman asked. She was about twenty with a half shaved head and bright blue eyes, for a moment Percy thought he was looking at an older Thalia.

"I'm sixteen," Percy sniffed not sure where the question had come from.

"You shouldn't be up here unsupervised, where are your parents?" Percy saw the lanyard around the woman's next and cursed his luck.

"My mum didn't want to come up here; she's scared of heights," Percy explained desperately trying not to cry.

"Sir-" The woman sighed.

"Not to worry, come on we're leaving," A new, familiar, voice joined the conversation grabbing at Percy's elbow drawing the son of Poseidon to his side. Percy stiffened.

"And you are?" The woman questioned no doubt catching Percy's panicked look.

"His step-father," Paul answered smiling at the woman kindly. Percy was about to send the woman another 'help me' look but then he felt the press of something against his back and a click. Paul had a gun, shit.

"Ok then," The woman smiled all the suspicion falling off of her face as Percy fake smiled and turned to face the person he hated the most in the world.

"Hi Paul, what are you doing here? I thought you were with mum," Percy asked as the wind howled around them. Paul looked a bit bruised but otherwise unharmed. Good, Percy thought, I get the joy of ripping him open again.

"She asked me to come find you; we need to go," Paul explained easily.

"Aw, but I only just got up here. Can't I stay a bit longer?" Percy pleaded glaring at Paul as the man tightened his grip on his elbow.

"No, times up kiddo," His 'step-father' gave him a rough shove towards the elevator yet didn't let Percy go, even Paul wasn't stupid enough to do that. Percy clamped down on the power flooding his veins. Not when there are mortals nearby

He was taken to the elevator and then down the long drop to the ground. During the ride Paul removed the gun; still, Percy didn't fight him and replaced it with a knife. Percy assumed it was because a knife was a lot more subtle and quiet than a gun.

"Don't do anything stupid," Paul mumbled against his skin as he bodily dragged him out of the skyscraper.

"Stupid is in my nature, dickhead," Percy growled back trying to keep the contempt off his face, he was probably failing miserably.

"Indeed." The man confirmed weaving through the dense crowd with grace that Percy had never seen before in the man. Had he practised dragging boys through New York before? Percy hoped not.

"What do you want?" Percy demanded once they had made in down towards Percy's apartment. A good of a place as any to kill him Percy supposed.

"You know too much," Paul answered instead. Percy laughed.

"Yeah, I really doubt that one," He laughed even as Paul dug the knife a little harder into the small of his back.

"Shut up, boy," Paul spat some of his spittle hitting the back of Percy's neck, gross.

"Why? I'm just trying to have a nice chat with my beloved step-father," Percy asked innocently, grinning at a passing family.

"You are very impertinent, aren't you?" Paul chuckled but the sound was anything but amused.

"So I've been told," Percy mumbled his heart fell down to his feet as they turned down an all too familiar street.

"The street's empty," Paul noted as they approached the building that had once been the home of the person Percy loved the most in the whole word. "There's no one to hear you scream." The man continued.

"Don't flatter yourself," Percy rolled his back letting Paul's knife cut him slightly to prove his point.

"I could say the same to you," Paul mused withdrawing the knife away from Percy to open the door. Percy had the perfect opportunity to hurt the man and run but for some reason, he didn't want to. Actually, he was pretty sure he knew the reason: he wanted revenge.

Paul shoved him inside the second the door was open, he then slammed in behind him and brought Percy back into his vice-like hold. Percy didn't even bother struggling; at the end of the day he could always freeze Paul, honestly, he just wanted to hear what the man had to say. He wanted to know how his mother had died and, more importantly, why.

His feet knew the way even with Paul's guidance. Soon he found himself standing before the blue door of the apartment. Percy reached forward to open the door before Paul had the chance, the man didn't seem very annoyed, though.

"Percy?" A woman's voice called from the living room. Percy's heart burst open.

"Mum?"

A.N: Ah, good old cliff-hangers. I feel like it's been a while since I've done one, lucky for you I suppose. Next chapter is going to be so much fun to write, I am so excited. It's kind-of the climax of this arch of the story/ a battle.

Ok a few things:

1) I'm pretty sure Percy doesn't play Assassin's Creed but I thought I would pretend he did, deal with it.

2) I am planning to go back and clean up some of the bad grammar in the earlier chapters over Christmas/this week so hopefully by the next update it will be a lot better. It's not a re-write, however the re-write is up and called Frozen Soul please check it out. This is literally a clean-up and a few changes so the story will flow still.

3) I haven't been to New York, nor have I been to the Empire State Building, ergo, I have no idea if there is an age limit or anything like that so please don't get mad at me. I did look on the website but it didn't say anything. For the purpose of this story let's just say you have to be 18+ to be allowed to go up to the top unsupervised.4) I just want to point out that we have reached the 35 chapter mark which I think is quite impressive. It's all thanks to you guys, so I need to say a huge sappy thank you!

NEXT TIME:

The hurricane tore the whole world in half, or at least it felt like it did. Paul continued to stare at him even through to shards of ice piercing the air.

"You kill us all, Percy," the man warned with wide eyes.

"So be it," Percy snarled.

Windows shattered and children screamed at he was the cause of it all, but he couldn't stop. The storm spiraled out of control until it was a mesh of white and blue. And red. There was so much red.

(This may change but this is basically what will happen amongst other things.)