A/N: It was almost unanimous (for those who reviewed/voted) to continue with this story, so here it is. Sorry, Dannykilmore and HeroesofOlympusJustin, you were outvoted.

Disclaimer: Wait, if I start writing on Fictionpress, could I stop putting these on? Hmm. . . I do have a few ideas I can't fit into a fanfic. . .

Chapter 51- The Eleven Guardians

Percy's POV

Camp? Why? I'd rather them just keep thinking I'm dead. Martin's the only one who knows "Sean" is actually alive and still with the Hunters, and I planned to keep it that way.

"I'll be right out." I called back, blasting the scotch glass with water, then placing it with the bottle. That would have to wait 'til I got back.

After the battle, I had gone back to Mount Othrys and collected all my stuff, and know I had to start putting it all back on. Storm and Shadow went over my back, Light and Dark at my waist along with my hunting and throwing knives. Right now, I had a black leather jacket with a hood on, along with black jeans and heavy boots. Various pouches went on my belt, then, lastly, I attached the tonfa sheathes to my sides.

I walked outside seeing Thalia standing there. She whistled, "Planning to fight another war?"

"If that's what it takes." I replied, "The last thing they know of me is that I'm a traitor."

"True. You really had us scared there, you know?" Thalia shrugged, "Artemis included. The last thing she said was either you'll attack and slaughter all of us, or she'll come back."

I was the one who whistled this time, "Oh, come on. It wouldn't be a slaughter."

Thalia raised as eyebrow, "Yes, it would. It was the first time."

I sighed, knowing that if I had been there, if I hadn't run off to lick my wounds, something might be different. Maybe less people would've died. Maybe Gwen. . . . .

"When do we leave?" I asked.

After checking her watch, Thalia said, "Five minutes. Artemis wants to stop by the cairn we set up in Central Park, too."

"Cairn?"

Thalia's eyes darkened, "For our sisters in the Second Titan War."

I nodded, then walked back to my tent, looking at the stacks of plans I made. They kept reminding me of everyone I lost, and I hadn't drunk enough scotch to drive it away. . . yet. So I did the next best thing, and soon flames consumed the stacks of papers, leaving nothing but ash behind.

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Percy's POV

I saw names I didn't recognize burned into twenty large, flat-ish stones. A Kerry was a daughter of Morpheus, having stayed loyal during the war. A few daughter of Ares and Apollo. I didn't know any of them, but it was all too easy to imagine another cairn next to it, this one with fifteen names:

Andrea-Daughter of Hebe

Casey-Daughter of Jeff Williams

Kylie-Daughter of Hecate

Allison-Daughter of Leonard Church

Violet-Daughter of Hephaestus

Peyton-Daughter of Athena

Eliana- Daughter of Athena

Kaelyn-Daughter of Joshua Higgins

Vivian-Daughter of Ares

Glanna-Daughter of Hugh Simmons

Cadence-Daughter of Demeter

Bella-Daughter of Aphrodite

Cora-Daughter of Jack Tyson

Paisley-Daughter of Hermes

Gwen-Daughter of Hephaestus

After watching the cairn silently for a while, Artemis turned away. I could see her eyes were wet with tears, and I wanted so badley to comfort her. But I couldn't. Not here, in front of the Hunters.

New we were heading in the general direction of Camp Half-Blood, going through some of the less reputable blocks of New York. Then, we heard a scream. A girl's scream, that was quickly cut off.

Quickly, we all turned and ran towards the sound, then rounded a corner to see a few big, hairy guys grabbing at a girl with blond hair, and blue eyes, who looked about seventeen. The young women's shirt tore, and the men laughed victoriously.

"I'll handle this." I said.

But before I could go, Artemis caught my arm, "The Council will be there, along with a few Romans. It's important, although I don't know why."

"All the better for a dramatic entrance." I grinned, "Go with it."

Artemis' POV

I glared at Percy, then a smile came over my face as I realized what he was say, "Fine. Let's go."

All of us, excepting Percy, turned back to the route we were following earlier, and seconds later, we could hear the laughted turn into screams.

Thalia winced, then grinned, along with Pheobe, Saracen, and most of the others as we kept going, leaving the wails of pain and terror behind. Some of the younger Hunters still looked a bit frightened, so I flashed us most of the way to Camp Half-Blood. They all followed my lead, past a pair of guards and into the Amphitheater. Thirteen chairs were arrayed in a U shape around the fire, the U opening to the benches.

I took my place on a velvet chair that was dyed silver and leaned back, glancing around. The rest of the gods were all here, along with a few dozen Greeks and a few more Romans.

"I have called you all here for three reasons, the first of which is to commemorate our tremendous victory-" Zeus' voice quickly droned on in the background as he gave one of his speeches, talking about how brave the gods were and such. If Percy was here, he'd be laughing aloud and Zeus couldn't do anything to stop him. Zeus'd just look at me, and I'd shrug innocently.

Maybe ten minutes later, Zeus finally stopped praising himself and the rest of us Olympians. He paused for a second, then we heard a commotion at the entrance to the Amphitheater. The doors burst open as the two guards were hurled through it, almost landing on the fire. Percy walked in, carrying a bloodstained bag made out of cloth, and knelt.

"This is the head of the leader, milady." Percy said, holding up the bag.

"Good." I replied, "Dispose of it."

"Of course, my lady." The bag lit on fire, and seconds later, nothing was left of it. The demigods, who were all stunned into silence when Percy walked in, started shouting and talking.

"What is the meaning of this?" Octavian's shrill voice rolled over the crowd, "That man is a traitor to Rome! He must be tried for treason!"

Then, Zeus' voice boomed around the Amphitheater, quieting the crowd, "Silence! Artemis, explain."

Before I spoke, Percy did in a low and dangerous voice, "You do not order my lady. Nor to you control any of the Hunters."

"And you will show respect to the gods!" Jason stepped forward menacingly.

"I will show respect to those I respect." Percy replied, his hood still up, "That does not include you. To your question, Zeus, the Greeks and Romans believe I am a traitor. They are wrong."

I could see Nico di Angelo raise an eyebrow in one of the edge seats, but he kept quite.

"Why would they believe that?" Zeus asked, leaning forward.

"I miscommunicated a plan of mine to Artemis. That plan was to infiltrate the Titan's ranks to gather information and possibly commit sabotage. I regret to say that I did not make my intentions clear enough." This time, I had to hold back my laughter as Percy lied his head off to the King of the Gods.

"Very well. Apollo, see to the guards." Zeus ordered, then turned back to the crowd, "He serves Olympus."

This time, Percy did laugh, "I serve my lady, my sisters in Arin and Saracen, and myself."

Zeus frowned, but didn't try to reprimand him, "Which brings me to the second reason I am here. Athena and I have been discussing, for several months, whether to institute Guardians at the Greek and Romans Camps. Sean, as you call him, was the first attempt, and it was a success."

Percy, who had moved behind my chair, whispered into my ear, "Other than being shot a few times, nearly killing the entire Hunt, getting them locked up here and having to rescue them, yes. It's been a huge success."

If Zeus had heard that, he hadn't let on as he continued speaking, "Thus, I have decided to turn eleven demigods immortal. Minor gods, to protect the camps. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace, Octavian Delozier, Dakota Krause, Hazel Levesque, Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase, Martin Blake, Wyatt Belich, Leo Valdez, Arianna Putnoi, step forward."

All of them were either Councilors or Centurions. Wyatt looked like he was the head of the Ares Cabin, while Arianna was the head of Apollo.

"Do you accept your positions as immortal guardians of the Camps?" Zeus looked at them as they nodded, obviously informed of this before hand. "And there are no objections?"

"Wait." Percy's voice was deathly quiet, but was still heard by everyone there. He stepped around my chair and strode over to the line of demigods awaiting godhood. Then, faster then I had seen him strike before, he drew a hunting knife from his belt and buried it in Octavian's neck. All of the demigods were kneeling, so it was an easy strike and a quick kill.

"Octavian Delozier is guilty of murdering three citizens of Rome." Percy said loudly, his voice carrying over the shouts that erupted from the seats, "They are Gwendolyn Caperton, Avery Ji, and Henry Bassett. If any of you would mind summoning Hypnos, he will confirm what I have said."

Apollo had his bow out and aimed at Percy, and as soon as I saw that, I had an arrow of my own aimed at him. Many of the ten demigods up front drew swords, spears, or unslung a bow, but Percy drew two of his swords and looked ready for them. We were all tense for the moments before Hypnos appeared, Apollo looking like he couldn't believe I sided with Percy against him.

After explaining the situation to Hypnos, and Hypnos putting a hand on Percy's head, he nodded, "What this man claims is true. Octavian Delozier is guilty of killing those three Romans."

With that, Hypnos disappeared again. Apollo looked shocked, and lowered his bow. After a few seconds, I did the same, and turned back to the crowd. The Romans had all drawn weapons, along with the Greeks, but the Hunt had arrows aimed at them. Neither the Greeks nor the Romans wanted to die, so they reluctantly sheathed their weapons, and after a gesture from me, the Hunt slung their bows.

"Then we have an inequality in the soon-to-be gods." Athena pointed out, "May I suggest Frank Zhang? He is a Centurion of the Fifth Cohort, and if the rumors are true, an able user of his family's power."

"Very well. Frank Zhang, step forward, unless you wish to execute him as well, Sean?" Zeus glared at Percy, but instead of shrinking back, Percy smiled from under his hood.

Zeus chanted a series of words, along with the rest of the gods present, me included. The eleven demigods started glowing, then a square of ambrosia and a goblet of nectar appeared in their hands. They ate the ambrosia and drank the nectar, glowing even brighter.

"Rise, Reyna, minor god of courage. Rise, Jason, minor god of lightning. Rise, Dakota, minor god of Kool-Aid. Rise, Hazel, minor god of riches. Rise, Frank, minor god of shape-shifting. Rise, Nico, minor god of skeletons. Rise, Annabeth, minor god of weaving. Rise, Martin, minor god of craftiness. Rise, Wyatt, minor god of spearmanship. Rise, Leo, minor god of fire. Rise, Arianna, minor god of healing."

One by one, they all stood as Zeus intoned the last words. Now, the once demigods were gods, and everyone who wasn't a god did their best to kneel or bow. Except, of course, Percy.

Percy's POV

I eyed the new gods and goddesses before me, trying to determine what each of their powers were. Or, really, what three people's powers were: Hazel's. Leo's, and Frank's. Leo was probably a fire user. Rare in children of Hephaestus, but not nearly impossible. Hazel was the minor god of riches, and a daughter of Pluto. But what power does riches give you? Then there was Frank, and I had no idea what Zeus meant be shape-shifting.

I could see Jason glaring at me, and I smirked back. Jason's ego, as a son of Jupiter, was big enough before he became a god. Now? I could tell everything I was doing rubbed him the wrong way, and soon it would boil over.

Apparently, Jason had enough of me and my attitude, so he stepped forward and drew his gladius, "You will accompany us back to New Rome, where you will stand trial for Octavian's death."

"In case you haven't been listening: No, I'm not." I replied.

"You refuse a god?"

"Arrogance is an unbecoming trait, Jason. For Zeus and his children, it's a flaw." I said, looking at Jason shrewdly, "You might regret your actions later."

Jason growled, then turned to the ten other new gods, "Are you just gonna let him insult us and the Olympians like this? Disregard the laws of New Rome?"

"I won't." Annabeth stepped forward, "You speak of arrogance, Sean, but you are more arrogant then Jason."

One by one, the other Guardians stepped forward, excepting three: Nico, Frank, and Martin.

"Would you like to reconsider your words, Sean?" Jason asked, a threat clear in his voice.

"No. I do not serve you, nor Rome." I glanced at him, "And I would not serve someone who's pride is too great to accept that someone won't bow to them."

Jason growled again, and ran forward, the other Guardians behind him. His gladius clanged off Shadow while Storm scored a shallow cut on his upper arm. Annabeth's dagger flashed at my face, but I leaned back just enough to avoid the blow, then kicked out. My foot hit Annabeth's knee, giving me a few seconds to back up as Hazel lunged at me.

As I tried to bring Storm down on her, it lifted out of my hand, along with Shadow, Darkness, Light, and practically every other weapon I had. Every metal weapon.

Quickly, I slid my wooden tonfas out ot their sheathes and lunged forward. Tonfas looked like something you'd get if you made an F out of wood, then removed the top line of the F, leaving a line of wood with a small handle sticking out.

Holding them by the handles, I whipped my right hand around, making the longer end of the tonfa flip around and smack it's target -Hazel- right in the head. Not lethal, but it wouldn't be pretty.

Jason's sword arced down at me, but I blocked it with the tonfas and buried the left one in his stomach. Gasping, Jason doubled over while Wyatt stabbed at me with his spear. I dodged to the side, then lunged forward, landing heavy, tonfa-reinforced, punches all over his chest, breaking ribs and removing him from the fight.

Then, an arrow buried itself into my shoulder. Arianna. Grimacing, I broke the shaft of the arrow, so only the head was still buried inside of me.

I spun just as Jason got to his feet, but to my surprise, he didn't attack. Instead, he waited until Hazel and Annabeth got to their feet, and Leo joined them. I grinned, then lunged forward. A bolt of fire threw at me, but a shield of water absorbed it and I crashed into Hazel. We tumbled to the ground, Hazel on top. There was a very good reason for that, as her body would hopefully block any arrows coming my way.

Hazel tried a punch, but it bounced off my left tonfa as I blocked, then my right tonfa slammed into her chest, right over the heart. Hazel gasped but drew her pugio and buried it in my other shoulder. I growled, forcing the pain down, then flipped us so I was on top, then slammed a punishing blow to her jaw, most likely breaking it. I rolled off just as Arianna shot another arrow, and, as luck would have it, the arrow hit Hazel in the thigh.

Leo came at me with twin hammers that caught fire as he swung them, damaging the tonfas I used to block, so I dropped them and lunged away. My right hand closed around Light's blade -ouch- and my left got a throwing knife. I leapt to my feet, throwing off Arianna's aim again as I threw the knife. My aim, however, was perfect, as the knife cut her bowstring and embedded itself in her arm.

A bolt of lightning hit me, throwing me back a few meters, but I recovered and gotto my feet just in time to block Jason's gladius. Another bolt of fire shot from Leo, but now, with Light near me, I redirected it so it went behind

There was a yelp of pain as the fire hit someone who was sneaking up behind me, invisible. I threw myself to the side, dodging the dagger I knew would be there, looked for another weapon. All my usual ones were a ways away, and the trio of Romans still standing -Reyna, Jason, and Dakota- were between me and them.

Wyatt's spear was lying on the ground about a yard away, though, so I picked it up, switching Light to my left hand. Now, the remaining five gods that I still had to worry about -Reyna, Jason, Dakota, Annabeth, and Leo- were all together. Offense or defense?

Reaching into my belt, I withdrew something that wasn't metal and wasn't stolen from me: A vial of Greek Fire.

It shattered in the middle of the gods, where Jason was standing, but Leo was ready and kept it contained. Until I charged him, wrestling for control of the flames with my mind. For almost half a minute, I was frantically blocking blows while also contesting for control of the Greek Fire, then Leo's concentration shattered when I got in a lucky blow.

I made the Greek Fire explode behind Jason and Annabeth, burning them badly and putting a scorch mark on the floor of the Ampitheater. Now that those two were down, Reyna was my next target. Up until now, she hadn't been able to get any blows in because Jason and Leo always barged ahead of her. Needless to say, they weren't here now.

I twisted as Reyna lunged, her spear making a long, but superficial wound across my chest. I tried to swing light down on her, but it was blocked by Dakota's gladius. Leo was still here, too, but I had scored a deep cut into his stomach, so he was unsteadily getting to his feet, bleeding heavily. I was bleeding too, although not as much.

I slammed a knee into Reyna's stomach, buying my the seconds I needed to spin and stab with the spear, catching Dakota in the stomach, removing him from the fight as well. Now it was just Reyna and an unsteady Leo. Reyna twirled her spear, showing off a little, as Leo looked like it was all he could to just to stand up. Drawing back my right hand, I threw the definatly-not-weighted-for-throwing spear. It embedded itself in Leo's shoulder, so now it was only Reyna.

She lasted longer than any of the other, Imperial Gold spear against Imperial Gold sword. But in the end I ducked one of her blows, punching her hard in the stomach. When Reyna doubled over, gasping, my knee smashed into her nose.

Now I could finally pay attention to things outside of the fight, and saw the Greeks and Romans sitting in stony silence while the Hunt cheered. Zeus looked angry, along with Ares and few others, but more looked like they enjoyed the show. Most important, though, Artemis was smiling at me. Just then, I didn't feel the arrow in my shoulder, didn't feel the spear wound across my chest, I only felt happy that I had lived to be with Artemis and hadn't let her down.

Zeus cleared his throat noisily, breaking me out of my thoughts, "Apollo, see to the new gods."

"Can't they heal themselves?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. While I hadn't seen any of that during the fight, they should be able to.

"They do not appear to know how, Guardian." Zeus replied, his voice low.

I snorted and returned to my place behind Artemis' chair, healing myself, then standing with my arms crossed over my chest. I could see Artemis was happy; Not the joyful happy, but the kind of satisfaction you get when you know there's an insanely powerful demigod behind you who would do anything for you. It's a pretty common feeling with her, actually. They diagnosed it as the "Percy Is Awesome" Syndrome.

"Our last order of business is this," Zeus paused, letting the anticipation build, "We're holding a dance."

A/N: I would've had Mnemosyne do the memory thing, except she's a Titan, so. . . . . yeah. Sorry for the really slow update. My network has been down for the past three days. To another topic, I've decided not to do the Mergana fic as I don't want to fall into the same trap as I did with The Bloodied Rose (too few good ideas). So instead, I'll do the Proctor of Judgment. You can expect the first chapter of it tomorrow.