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PERCY

A scream tore from his throat as every inch of his body split into shards of glass, or that was what it felt like. The pain kept him in a hazy daze where he wasn't entirely sure whether he was alive or not. He couldn't feel anything but pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

And the anger, of course, not the slight clenching of fist kind of anger. More like his entire body was sparked into a burning heart of hatred. He was almost sure that if you saw him you could see liquid hate dripping from his body to land into an acidic puddle on the floor.

Was he being dramatic? He really wasn't sure, all things considered.

He was a hurricane, not a metaphoric one, white, swirling, destructive hurricane that ripped at the towering pillars and burrowed into the marble floor like it was trying to claw its way around the world.

Across from him, completely unconcerned by the destruction around him, stood Paul and with him a murderous grin of one angry yet not yet ready to act. Sadly, Percy was very much past that stage but he clamped down on it until it hovered around him, waiting.

Paul lifted his hands, gun in his right, and clapped three times. "What a show, I'm getting teary." He whipped his eyes and sniffed. Percy growled and around him, his storm boomed. "But stop with the theatrics, son; it's over for you and your precious little friends and there is nothing, absolutely nothing that you can, or will, do about it."

That was an instruction, he knew that. But to him it felt like a challenge, it felt like a risk. For once, Percy really didn't mind taking that risk, he may just destroy Olympus but it could be fixed, of that he was sure. Percy burst into a sprint towards the abominable man before him.

Paul's smile flickered but he didn't have time to do much else before Percy bodily slammed into him. He sat on his ex-stepfathers chest and pulled his fist back and slammed a bone breaking punch into his nose. Paul made a nose like a broken lawnmower but didn't scream, annoyingly.

As fist met face, the ground exploded around them in a spider web of crack, him and Paul being in the centre. The storm whirled more, encouraging him on. The peer pressure was honestly not particularly helpful.

Paul choked out a laugh through his blood-stained face; by the looks of it Percy had shattered his nose. "Wow, you're stronger than you look." His voice was a tad higher than it used to be, Percy mentally patted himself on the back. Paul's eyes turned dark as they met Percy's glowing ones, "and so am I."

With that, he pushed his hands into Percy's chest and shoved him right across the room where he slammed into a pillar, which did little but groan under his weight. His storm slithered into the ceiling where it hung over them. Blinking, Percy got to his feet. Weirdly he felt little pain considering what had happened.

He took note of his surroundings: Paul was stumbling to his feet; the gods stared at the two of them with horror and Annabeth- wait. Annabeth? Percy blinked at his friends; she was standing with the whole gang (including Nico and Thalia) in the corner of the room. Looking much sharper than the last time he'd seen them all those weeks ago.

Where had they come from? Percy didn't have time to ask them before his vision zeroed in on Mr Blofis and his stupid-fucking-grin.

"See? Not bad, am I?" Percy rolled his eyes dramatically and curled his hands into fists, almost instantly ice formed in his palms, waiting for its master's command. Wait no more, he thought; I've had enough of this man.

"We shall see," Percy shrugged before pushing his hands in front of him and then throwing them in the air like whips. Ice split the floor as it burst through in incredible spikes. Paul dived to the side, but the move was messy. He was tired or untrained, it didn't matter; either way, it was a weakness.

"Yes we shall," Paul whipped his head around and aimed his gun at Annabeth and pulled the trigger. The bullet didn't get far before a wall of ice appeared like a wave. The daughter of Athena flinched and screwed her eyes shut but didn't react. She gave Paul no satisfaction and for that Percy was immensely proud.

"Get out of here!" He shouted at them. He pulled the wall down with a mere thought and a breeze tugged at his friend's hair, directing them towards the door.

"They're not going anywhere," Paul growled. Percy swung his left arm towards the side and flung Paul across the room into a heap on the floor. His victory was short-lived as three armed soldiers walked in (two male, one female). The two men held up their prisoner's arms as they dragged her and the woman held up her head with one hand and pressed a gun to her charges' temple with the other.

"Mum," he breathed horror and hate filling him up once again. "You let her go, or I'm going to do the honour if introducing your insides to the cold outdoors," he warned. To emphasise his point he curled his fists again and cracks spread around the doorway in response.

"Ha, I don't think so." Paul fake laughed, the man seemed to have regained his suave despite the horrific state of his nose. Not that his face was that delightful before anyway. "See, Sally here is the one thing that seems to make you hesitate. I mean, of course, you love your friends, any fool can see that. But Sally," Paul clicked his tongue softly. "She does something to you that I can't have."

Percy blinked, startled. "I'm confused. I thought you wanted me to be controlled, that seems to be what a lot of people are after, I can't really see why though," aware that he was rambling he shut his mouth was as much gusto he could muster (not a lot).

"Maybe for a while but," here he sighed happily. "Why should I bother destroying Olympus if you'll do it for me?" He nodded at his female soldier.

He wasn't fast enough to stop her, however, he did manage to catch his mum's soft eyes and saw the pride in them. He also saw the warning, not completely sure what she was warning him against. Percy didn't have any time to really think about it before a gunshot echoed around the room and his mum's body slumped forward, blood streaming around her face.

The soldiers tossed her body towards before shaking figure, Percy choked on a sob. His heart ached like he'd been shot and his head felt like it was being torn in two. With one last glance at his mother's lifeless eyes, he stared at Paul and summoned forth the one thing he had fought away for so long: Power.

It swarmed through him like a disease yet warmed him like a hug. He felt himself be lifted from the ground and a bright light encompassed him as he sent every ounce of pain he could recollect after the man.

Through the light, he caught glimpses of himself that he had tried to forget: he saw his six-year-old self, cowering under a table, tears streaming as Gabe stomped around.

He saw Billy Brown and his cronies crowding around him as they beat him black and blue. He saw himself later that year beating them back with a tennis racket. He got expelled for that, he recalled, but he also remembered that at the time he didn't care; at the time he was in an adrenalin-induce haze. Sally had been so mad about that, after all, he didn't tell anyone that they used to hit him pretty much every day for half of the school year.

Many other memories flashed before him but they came and went so quickly and frequently that had barely any time to really register them before they were long gone. However, he did catch sight of a memory that was so recent that he was startled that he remembered it so clearly - him and Annabeth in Tartarus, the latter watching as he towered over a trembling goddess and tore her apart.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he recalled how afraid she had acted of him ever since that fateful moment. How Piper had watched him as well, not with confusion or pity or even fear, with sadness. As if she knew that he had signed his death warrant in that moment, and how he'd lost almost everything he had previously stood for.

"Percy, you have to stop!" He opened his eyes and turned to look at his friends, all of them huddled against the wall, afraid. That was the circle of life he supposed, always fear and always regret even if you didn't feel it or necessarily know that it was there.

"I can't," He whispered into the biting air. He only then realised that he really had no idea what he was doing. How bad was the damage? Was anyone hurt? Percy turned back to Paul and watched that man's limbs slowly be consumed by ice until he was nothing but a living head on an ice statue.

"You have to, Percy. Don't let them win," Thalia insisted. Percy let out a bitter laugh, pretending that the sight of her didn't fill him with warmth.

"You say that like it's easy. Like a storm can be contained in one small area with no consequences!" Thalia looked pained as he continued. "I have tried to keep it down for so damn long, Thals. And I can tell you that it doesn't get easier." He pulled his hands into his chest and tried to subdue the storm slightly, to very little effect. "See, I really am trying, or I was. I just," tears fell down his cheek and he buried his hands in his hair, trying to cut off the swarm of memories.

"I understand, Percy, we all do. Let us help." Annabeth soothed, even though she had no powers Percy assumed that a storm of facts was pretty damn dangerous.

"How? What power do you have to stop this winter? To stop me?" He demanded. Annabeth flinched and looked at Leo, who was watching him with interest.

"Fire," he mumbled. "My fire can stop the cold, can't it?" The son of Hephaestus looked terrified at the possibility. As if in retaliation of his comment, Percy's storm spread it's self in front of them, blocking them from his view.

3rd Person POV

Percy turned back to his Paul, face blank. He still held an ethereal glow but seemed oblivious to it. His once green eyes shone a blinding bright blue; no other colour was visible on him but the all-consuming blue.

He looked at the older man with a morbid expression on his face even as his entire body was taut with an agony that few could comprehend.

"You don't get to control me anymore," The Son of the Sea proclaimed loudly. "You don't get to tell me what to do or what not to do. I don't have to listen to your foolish opinion of right and wrong. I just have to listen to me." He scanned his winter landscape. "And I say NO." The storm was forcibly dragged inside of his chest. Percy's brave face vanished replace with an open mouthed scream.

The sixteen-year-old threw back his head and screamed, the noise echoed along the walls, through the souls of all those around him. Much like a frozen memory, it implanted itself in their minds forever. It was their own humanity that caused this but Percy also wanted his last moment to be remembered, his own humanity wishing for someone to remember him.

With one last glance and nobody, yet everybody. Like a bomb exploding, his body burst into thousands of minuscule shards of ice.

Gone.

ANNABETH

She didn't really feel any grief, she wasn't entirely sure as to why she didn't, she supposed that in the end, it was because the past month he been so surreal that none of it really registered in her mind before it was on to the next thing.

Even seeing Percy, her first friend, did little the quench the almost lucid stupor she had found herself in. Of course, it hurt and of course she pinched herself on the arm in a foolish hope that it was all just a nightmare, a highly realistic one, but a nightmare nonetheless.

"No," Thalia gasped looking at the flakes of remaining snow that slowly drifted to the ground with a lazy grace that made her heart ache. "He's no…he couldn't he…" She stuttered out, hoping beyond hope that this was one of Hazel's illusions or something equally improbable.

"This is all your fault." Jason declared marching towards the gods with a look of anger on his face, Annabeth didn't think for a moment that he was actually mad at his father, but like everyone else, the son of Jupiter needed someone to blame and Zeus was the closest after Percy (who was currently unavailable) and Paul (who was in a bit of a sticky situation as he was seemingly about to live out eternity as an ugly ice statue).

"Jason," Zeus warned. Jason's eyes flicked momentarily but the fire still burned. "This was not our doing,"

"Your doing, brother." Poseidon correctly, the mighty god was slumped on his fisherman's throne; in a manner of seconds, the god seemed to have aged decades. His black hair was half-grey and his face was worn and exhausted. "I can honestly say I had nothing to do with Percy's…" he trailed off.

In the corner of the room, out of the shadows, one of Annabeth's least favourite gods appeared, complete with black robes.

"Hades, what are you doing here?" Hera demanded she seemed to be the only one unfazed by Percy's…departure. Even Ares seemed slightly mulled by the quiet atmosphere that spread itself across the great marble place in the sky.

"Even after all this, I am unwelcome." Hades drawled casting a look around the shattered walls and crumbling pillars. "I love what you've done with the place," the god grinned, which was pretty much a less cold glare.

"Cut the crap, Hades." Apollo snapped his usual cheery voice a void. Annabeth nodded at that, watching the god of the underworld wearily.

"OK," Hades held up his hands in surrender. "I just thought you wanted to know the fate of your little, pale friend but maybe I got the wrong idea," Annabeth reached towards her knife, not her original one, but one she had grabbed at Camp.

"Hades," Poseidon whispered eyes wide and lost. The colour, the familiar colour, broke something in Annabeth chest that she hastily rebuilt.

"He isn't dead, I can tell you that much." The room fell silent; no one even seemed to breathe. Hades looked around at them with cruel amusement. "Whatever he did," Hades gestured to the crack in the floor where Percy had last stood, "it didn't kill his soul, his body is completely destroyed beyond repair but, he is alive."

"How can he be alive without a body?" Ares asked his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Hades merely shrugged his black-clad shoulders.

"I can't say for sure, only that he will get a new body eventually and when he does…" Hades trailed off and swallowed. "We shall see what happens then."

"When?" Annabeth all but shouted at the god. "Until then, is he actually able to think and feel or is he just there? And does he get a new body immediately or does it take time?" Piper grabbed her arm but Annabeth stood firm.

Hades looked miffed at her impertinence but she didn't care, and he didn't seem to either as he continued speaking. "He isn't able to do an awful lot until he finds a new body as he isn't a god so his soul is made for a Demi-God body or a Demi-Titan one," the god mused. "Wouldn't that be exciting?" At their unimpressed look, he continued.

"Look, he could have already been reborn for all I know, it really isn't clear how it works. It's up to the fates now and how they weave him into the story."

Annabeth was definitely not satisfied with that as an answer but didn't dare try her hand at interrogator again, especially as the other gods seemed about the do it themselves.

"How is that supposed to help us?" Poseidon demanded, he was still old but his eyes seemed less broken than before.

"You can't do anything about what's happened," Hades warned. "He'll come back to you all, that I can predict but how or when is an entirely different story."

"Not gone but lost," Thalia spat. "I'm not sure which is better, maybe neither." For a moment all was calm and silent, and then that moment ended.

"I'm not OK with this," Jason sniffed. "We can't just leave him out there and wait for him to battle his way back to us. He'll be a Demi-God so it's even more important than before that we get all Demigods into either of the two camps before they're twelve, like Percy wanted," here he sent an angry look at the gods.

"I agree," Athena spoke. "As much as I hate to admit it, Perseus is necessary no matter what he is. And, if he is to be a Demi Titan then he'll be incredibly dangerous."

"You don't know that for sure!" Jason cut in but was ignored.

"Have you actually ever met him? That boy is strong, as much as I loathe admitting it, and he won't be contained in any old body; he'd need a nearly immortal one or…" here the God of the Underworld trailed off and shrugged.

Annabeth's mind felt like it was spitting ash as it tried to narrow down where on the planet Percy would end up because it was a really large world out there and as much as Annabeth loved Percy, she really didn't feel up to searching every inch of it for their missing friend.

"So we wait," Leo summarised, shoulders falling. "I'm going to be honest: I've never been particularly patient." Everyone in the room seemed to give a silent agreement to Leo, none wanted to wait and none of them were willing to give up.

"Is there no way of knowing when he'll be reincarnated?" Annabeth sighed. Hades' lips pulled back to reveal a sharp-toothed grin.

"There is a way," He was holding all the cards, and he knew it. "But I won't tell you for free." At this Nico seemed to have come to the end of his silence.

"You will tell us, you know why? Because I know all your secrets, even some you have never told anyone and if you value your privacy then I suggest you make snappy work of telling us where the heck Percy is!" Nico's face steadily changed in colour from pale to burning red. Annabeth had never seen so much emotion on the son of Hades' face, at least not since Bianca's death.

Hades' lips pursed together and he seemed to be deep in thought until his eyes went wide. "He's gone," he breathed. Stepping back into the shadows he held his hands out to the side. "Well there you go demigods, your search may begin. Good luck," he snarled and vanished.

Poseidon leapt after him; his fingers curled around his trident and his eyes a hurricane.

"Peace brother," Zeus instructed softly.

"There is nothing we can do now. I believe that Hades spoke the truth, and as a result, I believe that Perseus is no more than a child, there is nothing we can do but wait." Her voice was a smooth as a spear.

"Wait for him to wreck the world again?" Thalia questioned, tone sharp.

"If there is one thing I know about Percy it's this: even if he does destroy the world he can put it back together again," Annabeth interjected.

"So what are we waiting for exactly?" Frank asked.

Annabeth smiled evilly. "Something extraordinary of course."

Across deserts and oceans, a baby wailed into the night and green eyes opened but not for the first time, or the last.

A.N: At last I'm going to declare this as finished. I shouldn't be happy but I really am, even though I love writing this I just feel that it's so messy and poorly written in most places and really I just want to finish this and get started on something better.

Thank you all for reading and I hope that you enjoy life and I'll see you soon

I do have intentions to add an epilogue as it is a open ending but I don't know when that'll be.