Hello! Happy on reviews again! I've decided to explain the reason why I'm so dedicated to these stories. Two words: you guys. All you people out there reading what I write, even if you didn't really want to read it at first, but you all keep me going! Just thinking that someone, somewhere, really likes this, that's the best feeling in the world. Especially if I don't really know you. You looked at my story if your own feel will (most likely) and a ton of you stuck with me, ever since chapter 1 of Wrath. We've been adding on with new viewers and reviewers, and losing people too. Those we lost, they just didn't like this. That's not their fault; this just wasn't their cup of tea. But we gained more than we lost, and we will continue gaining! Sure, we lose people, but just as much join. That's how life works. You meet new people, you lose people, but you meet more than you lose. It's just life. Nothing you can do about it. And that's why I write. Why I'm so 'dedicated'.

In an unrelated topic, I was looking at all the reviews on past stories I have posted, and just noticed something. As of Chapter 42 of Change (this one) this is my longest story yet. Gone had 41 chapters. We are at 44, and counting. Congratulations everyone, for this is your victory as well as it is mine. :) Before this daughter of death (me, child of Hades) turns into an Aphrodite girl and gets all mushy and sappy, I own nothing. And please, enjoy this chapter!

Wrath's POV (as requested. Not as challenging as Zeus, but still a challenge. Let's try to get a Percy POV in this chapter too...)

Huffing in frustration, I flopped down on the ground in front giant mega TV screen Goody-Two Shoes set up for me. It showed how everything looked through his eyes, so I knew what was happening and wouldn't be lost if I ever came back. He didn't say that last part, me coming back and all, since he knows nothing when it comes to his enemies, but I came up with that part.

Right now, that pretty boy was talking to his sister, and technically, my creator, seeing as how I was created when she died. If it was her fault she died, she's technically my creator. I'm not calling her "Mom" or anything though. That's just messed up.

But of course, this thjng had only one channel. It's not like I could put The Avengers on, and watch Loki beat up NYC or put on wrestling and watch two guys pound each other or anything. I couldn't even listen to my music, bands like Three Days Grace and Simple Plan and Panic! At the Disco. That little jerk didn't even put high volume on here so I could drown my feelings! So inconsiderate...

I turned away from the TV screen and thought about my plan. As soon as his hold loosens just a little bit, I'll be able to escape. That's what they promised me. When the recruiting spell is cast, Percy will be so weak that I'll be able to make my way to my rightful position. Me, in control of this body, and him stuck in a jar in the attic, forgotten about forever.

Feeling better about my situation, I made my way back to my TV and continued to watch this boring life Percy leads, when something caught my eye. Things are about to get dramatic...!

Percy's POV (long time so see)

Before heading to the temple that belonged to the king, Anne and I decided to walk around the city, since we were way ahead of schedule. She showed me all the sights: the butcher, market, every apartment building/house and who lived there, and the outdoor mall-type strip of shops. They even had a post office, to my surprise.

But that was over an hour ago, and now I was waiting in a small room, while Anne spoke to the king. Hopefully, soon to be my King as well.

After what seemed like forever, Anne came to get me. You know the saying "Time flies when you're having fun"? Well, time crawls on forever when you aren't having fun.

"Come on Percy, Moctezumal is ready to admit you to our tribe!" I frowned at the name Moctezumal, certain I had heard it someone before. "Hurry up! Moctezumal is a famous King and has many other things to do today!" So that's where I must've heard it. Of course, he's famous! It's all coming back to me now.

Listening to my sister, I busted to get to the throne room, and kneeled in front of that man that looked the most like a king. There was just one thing... Ever heard the saying "a sight for sore eyes"? The people that looked at him, they're the ones with sore eyes. Ouch. This guy never heard of sun-tanning, make-up, or even spas. Geez.

Im a strong man though, and pulled it together before I could either say something I'd regret, or (the more likely option) barf. This guy did seem familiar, but I probably saw him in a book or something.

"Are you ready to be sworn into the tribe as the newest member?" Moctezumal bellowed.

"Yes sir. I am ready," I responded, trying to keep my expression as emotionless as possible. On the inside, I was wondering if I did the right thing, and even though they betrayed me, Ill miss my friends.

No. I've decided. I know what I'm going to do.

Moctezumal started changing something under his breath when the doors burst open. I turned towards the sound, and saw my three old friends staring at me with horror. Glaring at them from my spot kneeling for the King, I slowly felt my anger rising.

Yes. Just a little bit more.

Someone screamed "Percy! NO!", though I'm not sure which person did it.

And that, dear readers, was the straw that broke the camel's back. (Finally, I was wondering when it would happen.)