So, it's Christmas, and I would like to give a gift to the readers of this story, which is another chapter. It's been a while, and a lot has happened, and not necessarily all of it has been great. This is going to be the only new chapter for a while, but, if you're reading this, I would like to thank you for your patience. I now present to you, a new chapter.

Song of the Chapter: It's Christmas! Pick whatever song you feel like!

Percy

Sleep.

It was a wonderful and relaxing state. One where someone could lay down and chill after a long day. One where you could dream anything, and be anything. One where your imagination flies.

Unless you're Percy Jackson, or really any demigod in general, who see sleep as a state of mind that is more annoying than the fact that toad women roam the earth.

For Percy the night after they had defeated the Hydra and destroyed the locket, he found himself in the presence of a woman with purple robes.

"Hecate," he said. She nodded. "It has been a while, Percy."

Percy rolled his eyes. "No kidding! Why is it that you're the reason that I even got involved in the Wizarding World in the first place, yet you have done nothing to help? The only thing you did was get me a broom."

"If you were to ask me, I would say assisting another in Quidditch is a very useful and worthwhile thing to do."

"And nothing else?"

Hecate glared at him. "I would watch who you insult, Percy. Not only can I take away every ounce of magic from your body, but it seems I would also need to remind you that gods are not able to interfere with mortal affairs as much as you would like. It is what started the second Titan War, after all."

"And you were on the wrong side."

Hecate glared at him once more. "It is all a matter of perspective, Percy. You may have believed you were on the right side, but as did we. Is any side truly right or wrong? You yourself said that we had reason to fight against the gods on Olympus."

Percy was silent at that. It was true.

"It would seem," Hecate continued, "that in our desire to win, we often forget about the other side."

Percy smirked. "You said 'we.'"

Hecate smiled. "Not even gods are free from mortal flaws. Quite a lot of mortals were better people than the gods."

Percy nodded at that and Hecate's face went serious again. "But, discussing the flaws of the gods is not why I am here. I am here to provide assistance."

"What, do you know who the spy is?"

Hecate frowned. "I'm afraid I don't. Their identity is clouded, and they appear to be very skilled with Occlumency and the Mist to hide themselves for this long. No, I am here to provide assistance on the matter of the war."

"What happened to not interfering with mortal affairs?"

She gave a small smile. "What Zeus doesn't know won't hurt him. I am here to give some guidance on what you should do next." Hecate took out a wand and waved it in the air, creating an image that Percy thought looked like a giant rook from chess. He only recognized it because Ron played chess a lot. "One option is to go here, and learn something of importance that will help you defeat Voldemort." She waved her wand once more and an image of Camp Jupiter appeared. "Another is to go here, and defend your camp."

"Why would I need to defend it?"

"The Death Eaters have kept an eye on it ever since their intrusion at Camp Half-Blood. They won't attack out of fear of the demigods, but I feel it would be safer without them, wouldn't you?"

Percy nodded grimly. It was his fault the camp was in that position, and he wanted to fix it.

"So what will it be?"

Percy thought about it, and made his decision. "I'll help camp."

Hecate nodded. "Very well." She waved her wand a final time and an image of Hogwarts was shown, but it looked damaged. Different. "This is not a choice. This is a warning. You will be at a crossroads once more here. I only hope you will make the proper choice."

Percy felt nervous about that, but nodded.

"I have one final request for you."

"What is it?"

"Please see how my children are doing. Especially Lou and Dora."

Percy stared at her. "Uh, okay. Why?"

Hecate looked regretful. "I have been neglectful of my children. Lou has had it fine, but Dora has had a harder life than most. I assume she told you this."

Percy nodded. "Alright."

Alright, so, not the longest chapter, but hey, it's a chapter. You know the rest, please review, yadayadayada, a predictive text adventure, which isn't here because I don't feel like checking the last letter, because I have a lot of things to do, and a family to spend time with. But, I will give you a Christmas Plipplop.

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