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(Peter's Point of View)

I sighed softly as I remembered everything, well, most everything, I could not remember my name, but I could remember my life before this world. I have an eidetic memory. I could not forget things if I tried.

I walked back to the group as I unsheathed my daggers, one Silver and the other one being Stygian Iron. I could feel something coming closer to me, to us. I jogged to Luke and shook his shoulder, waking him up.

Luke jumped awake, I put a finger to my lips and whispered softly, "I sense someone coming, or something coming, wake the girls."

He gave me a serious nod as he and got Annabeth and Thalia.

I gripped my daggers tightly as I sensed someone approaching.

I felt Thalia shift nervously, protecting Annabeth by putting her behind herself.

A few moments later, a satyr came around the corner. He looked to be about ten years old.

When he saw us, he bleated like a goat and then asked, "Thalia?"

She took a step forward and asked, "Who is asking?"

The Satyr said, "I am Grover Underwood. I am here to help escort you to Camp Half-Blood."

Thalia asked, "What about my friends?"

Grover bit his lips nervously and then said, "I-I don't know… I was only supposed to take you. We could travel quicker if we did not have to slow down for children…."

I sighed softly and then said, "Hades has sent monsters after Thalia… I had a dream." I half lied. I added, "If we go together, there is safety in numbers, but too many people can slow it down…." I sheathed my daggers and walked towards Grover, making him take a step back in fear. I arched an eyebrow and then said, "I am a legacy of Athena…."

Grover sighed in relief and then said, "Okay, I thought I smelt some monsters."

I shrugged and then said, "I had killed several a few hours before I met the gang here." I gestured to Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. I ran my fingers through my hair, and golden dust floated down to the ground, proving my point.

Luke nodded his head and then asked Grover, "Where are we now?"

Grover said, "We are a couple of days from the Camp… I am not sure if we can make it…."

I bit my lip, I knew I might, no, I could Shadow Travel them all the way to Camp Half-Blood, but I knew better than to try Fate… maybe I could shadow travel part way there… but I did not want to reveal all of my powers just yet…

Grover asked me, "What are you talking about? What powers do you have?"

I paled slightly, not realizing that I was talking out loud to myself. I sighed softly and then said, "I think I can teleport us, but it will require a sacrifice… a good-sized one at that." I exhaled a long deep breathe softly and then said to them, "I think if we all pitch in, we can get most of the way there."

Annabeth asked me, but the question I was sure was on everyone else's mind, "Who?"

I shrugged and then said, "I really can't say… I wish I could… but it is not my place, just know we can get most of the way there, but it will be exhausting for me. I shook my head and then said, "We can sacrifice some animals, and that may work..."

Annabeth frowned and asked, "But could we not just ran there?"

I sighed softly and knelt down to her level and then said to her in a kind tone, "Annie, you see, there are monsters that can track your and Luke's and Thalia's scent." I paused, letting that information sink in before continuing, "The longer we wait, to higher the chance that we run into monsters… and other dangers."

Annabeth paused and did not respond for a few moments before she asked, "But what about the animals? What kind and how many?"

I shrugged and then said to her, "We can sacrifice most of the food that we bought… and that may work for now."

Annabeth smiled and nodded her head.

Grover asked me, "Uh, when can we do it?"

I paused and then said slowly, "We can do it at dusk, but until then, let's just take cover somewhere safer."

Luke asked me dryly, "Do you have any ideas on where we can spend the day?"

I smirked and then said to them, "Good point, let's get as far as far as we can go."

Thalia sighed softly and then said to me, "Peter, right?"

I gave her a slow nod.

"Peter, can you please tell us who we should be praying to…" She asked me.

I sighed softly and then said to her, "Thalia, please trust me… though I think praying to your father, the god of Sky, might be a good idea…."

She huffed and crossed her arms and then said to me, "He never listens, and if he does, he does not answer!"

I sighed softly and then said, "Trust me, it can't hurt."

She sighed softly and muttered, "I might later…."

We began to head towards New York City from where ever in the United States of America we were.

We kept walking. When Annabeth got tired, I would carry her on my shoulders as though she was my child or a younger sister. We walked for hours with a few breaks for Thalia. Luke was a son of Hermes, so he could walk for a very long time. I was trained to fight in the Pit for days on end, so a few hours was no issue for me.

A couple of hours later, when the sun began to go down, I veered off the road and went into the woods and called over my shoulder, "This way, it is about time for the assistance."

Annabeth smiled and said, "Great!"

I chuckled softly and ruffled her hair, making her pout, as she tried to fix her golden blond curls.

The son of Hermes sighed softly and then asked me, "Are you sure this is going to work?"

I gave him a slight nod and then said to him, "If we each sacrifice, you to your father since we are travelers, if Thalia asks her father for aid and if Annabeth sacrifices to any deity willing to help us that may work."

They all gave a nod and then agreed.

I asked Thalia, "Hey Thals, can you make a spark big enough to start a small fire?" After I had gathered up some dry grass and dead tree branches.

She smirked and said, "Sure."

I waited and then looked back up to her. She leaned down and then shot a few sparks from her fingers. One of them hit me, but I did not make a noise. In fact, it gave me a slight energy boost due to my own bio-electricity.

Thalia pouted and asked me, "Did that not hurt?"

I asked her, slightly confused, "What hurt?"

She huffed and walked away.

Grover shuffled nervously a few feet away from us. I sighed softly and then said to them, "The fire is ready… let's hope this works."

The fire was about a yard across, three feet and about a foot tall.

I closed my eyes and said, "Toss the food in, and close your eyes and pray, and hope." Luke held Annabeth's hand, I hold onto Annabeth's other hand, and I held onto Thalia's hand while Luke held her other hand.

I sacrificed the food to myself, and to my utter surprise, it worked. It gave me a boost of energy. I used that boost to wrap us in the shadows and send us to New York City, but as I thought, it made me extremely tired. I groaned as I fell forward, passing out from the strain of shadow traveling that many people.

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: Two Hours Later)
(Peter's Point of View)

I woke up to the sounds of people talking quietly. I kept my breathing slow and steady as I used my senses to feel everything around me. I sensed Annabeth dozing off to my right, and I felt both Thalia and Luke conversing with each other.

"We can't keep waiting on him. We need to keep going." Luke whisper shouted.

Thalia growled and said softly, "Whatever he did saved us days of travel!"

Luke sighed and then said to her, "I know, but it is dangerous for us to be here… we need to keep moving. Grover said we are only a few hours drive!"

I stood up and stalked towards him and then said darkly, "I risked a lot to save your back side, Luke. I could and will kill you if you try to cross or kill me."

Luke jumped and fell backwards, landing on his rear end as he gave a girlish eep.

Thalia laughed loudly, making me smirk as I looked down on him.

I said, "I heard some of it, we are a few hours away… let's get a taxi for the four of us, Annabeth, Thalia, Grover, Luke… and me. I guess we need a Cab for Five…." I sighed and gave a nod, and said, "Do not worry, I have the cash."

Thalia nodded her head as I went back to where Annabeth was resting. This time I looked around the room. We seemed to be in an abounded Wearhouse near the docks.

I gently picked up Annabeth and carried her. I said to the two teens, "Well, come on, let's get a move on. We are burning moon light."

We walked a few blocks heading towards Camp Half Blood before we hailed a Taxi, a large one.

Camp Half-Blood is located on Long Island in New York, specifically, on the eastern part of the island in Montauk. 3.141 Farm Road, Montauk, New York.

The Taxi stopped, and I spoke up, "3.141 Farm Road, Montauk. Money is no object."

The Taxi driver rolled his eyes and said, "Sorry, kids-" I cut him off as I reached into my back pocket and pulled out three hundred dollar bills.

His eyes widen as he opened the door and said, "Sorry, my name is Max, please come in."

I smirked as I handed him the money as we all climbed into the back of the van.

I hummed softly to myself as we drove in silence. The Taxi Driver was driving about five miles an hour above the speed limit. I used the Mist to help make it possible for us not to get pulled over.

Annabeth was playing with a Rubik's cube to pass the time.

Thalia was playing with her can of mace that turned into a Celestial Bronze spear.

Luke sighed softly as he tied and untied his shoes.

Grover was eating some cans. Where did he get those cans?

We were about a half an hour away when the ground began to shake.

The Taxi began to bounce.

I growled softly as I glared at the darkness ahead of us, knowing that we could be in danger.

We made it another twenty minutes before something struck the driver side of the car knocking the car off of its wheels and onto its side.

I heard a roar as the ground shook angrily. I pulled out my two daggers and snarled as I smelt monsters, old ones like the Three Furies and the Minotaur and a few other types.

I reached forward and felt for a pulse on Max, but he was dead. I licked my lips, wanting the blood, but I knew I could do it later.

I carefully picked up Annabeth, who had a small cut on her leg.

I kicked the door open, using my strength to do so.

I barked out an order, "We need to move now! We are not that far away. We can cut through the forest!"

Thalia gave a grim nod, and Luke just sighed but nodded at me.

We began a slow march through the dark forest at night, five kids... what could plausible go wrong?

Horror movie, anyone?

(Line Break)
(Time Skip: A Hour Later)
(Peter's Point of View)

The weather turned for the worse.

Rain began to pour down, and lightning began to flash.

The shadows darkened, though I did not will it.

All the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

I stopped so quickly that Annabeth bumped into me, and Luke hit Annabeth, who struck me harder. But Thalia was able to stop.

Thalia asked, "What seems to be the problem, Pete?"

I raised a finger to my lips to tell her to keep silent.

An arrow landed where I would have been if I kept walking. The arrow was a cruel-looking one made of a ugly black wood with a stone arrow head. There was a green glint on the stone. It was a wet look; I knew then that it was poisoned. I pointed to the arrow and whispered, "Monsters..."

I summoned my Stygian Iron dagger and clutched it tightly in my hand. I pointed the direction of where the arrow came from and whispered, "The Camp is about a mile north of here, the monster will be at our right side, but they will likely move and try to get us."

Luke had a grim expression.

I looked at Annabeth and asked the seven-year-old, "Any ideas?"

She blushed and quickly shook her head, I know she is seven, but she is still a daughter of Athena, goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, among other things.

Thalia asked, "You got a plan?"

I shrugged and said, "Wing it." I took a deep breath and said, "I say we bull rush. I bring up the rear. You, Thalia, lead us."

Luke frowned and asked, "Should you not be the one leading us?"

I thought about it and sighed as I said, "I would rather take a shot in the back than Thalia. She can have a fighting chance if she can see what is coming."

They all gave a single nod of understanding.

I shouted, "Let's go!"

We began a jog, but we had to stop about four minutes into it. The Camp was about 100 yards away!

We had to stop because they were about a dozen Hell Hounds, about ten Cyclopes, the Three Furies (I am going to kill you Hades!), a Hydra, the Minotaur, the Manticore, and a Drakon.

I stood in front of them and said, "Watch the Hell Hounds. They can Shadow Travel behind us, meaning they can teleport through shadows and darkness. They will try to get at our six."

They gave me a nervous nod.

I said, "Take care of each other. Remember, we are all family." I wanted to say 'Family sticks together,' but that was not true. Look at my mother, look at the broken families in the world. No, family is not blood. It is a bond.

I asked Thalia, "Thalia, how good is your weather manipulation?"

She paused and then smirked, "Good idea…."

I nodded my head and said, "Make them wet and then strike them with lightning."

She grinned as she nodded her head as she closed her eyes and focused. The weather grew worse as lighting flashed overheard angrily as the ground shook with rage as if Hades and Zeus were fighting.

Lighting struck the ground where the Cyclopes and Hell Hounds were standing in a puddle, and they turned to dust, but there were still a lot of monsters left, and Thalia was tired now.

I picked her up and then said to Luke, "Carry Annabeth, I got Thalia. We need to run now!"

I look at our group, Annabeth, Luke, Grover, Thalia, and myself. We have my aunt, the daughter of Athena. We have a son of Hermes. We have a satyr. And then we have the daughter of the King of the gods; Thalia, daughter of Zeus.

I gave a nod and said, "Grover, Luke, make sure Annabeth gets to the Camp. Thalia makes sure they get there. I will hold them off."

Thalia stood firmly and said, "I am not leaving you!"

I growled and said, "Better one die than for all to perish! Thalia, take care of Annabeth. She looks up to you and Luke. Now GO!" I did not mean to come across as mean, but I am afraid.

Annabeth wrapped her arms around me and cried, "Don't go! Please!"

I said softly, "I love you, Anni. You are going to be one of the best children Athena will ever have." I then pinched a pressure point on her neck, knocking her out cold. I know it seems cruel, but if I did not do this, then she might not make it. I did the pinch in such a way that she would only be asleep for about three minutes.

I turned to Grover and Luke and said, "Get her to Camp!" They looked at her limp body and back at me. I rolled my eyes and said, "Pressure point. Now TAKE HER!"

They nodded, and the two of them carried her up the hill.

The monster seemed to have organized themselves by now and was marching towards us.

I turned to Thalia and said, "Stick together. I have your six." I thought to myself, 'I will never accept defeat, and I will never quit. They will never take me alive! Will not go down, never going to stop! Do not look back cause I got your six! Do not turn back cause I got your six! You know I got your back! They will never take that! Until the bitter end, you know I will never crack; I will face an army!

Thalia said, "I have your back."

I said, "Try not using your powers. They will drain you and make you tired."

I sensed her give the nod.

All of a sudden, the air became silent.

Then I could hear with my super human hearing the sound of bow strings being drawn.

I yelled, "Thalia take cover!"

She looked at me and asked, "What do you-"

I shoved her under a fallen log as the first arrow hit the tree next to me.

I jumped back. Soon, a few dozen arrows flew at me. I dodged them with practiced ease. I called out coldly, "If this is the best you have, I am sadly unimpressed! I thought the legendary monsters would fight two mere Half Bloods face to face! I guess you are all a bunch of cowards!"

I heard a grunt, then a bellow the Minotaur.

The Minotaur sounded angry. That was a good thing.

Why?

Simple, it is a battle tactic. When someone (or something) is angry, afraid, or anything outside logical thinking, they can be baited. IF they are emotional, then they are prone to make mistakes.

I heard rustling in the forest up ahead. I formed a sword made up of shadows. The sword was about four feet long, four inches wide, and was similar to a Crusader's Sword. I gave a low growl as I felt the subtle vibration through the earth.

I poised my Stygian Iron dagger in a throwing position, ready to throw it in an instant.

Out of the brush crashed through the one and only; Minotaur.

I growled and said, "We meet again, Cow Chip."

He bellowed and charged me. I jumped to the right and gave a deep cut on his left knee with my dagger. As he began to fall, I lopped off his head with my blade made up of darkness. His body burst into golden dust.

I snarled and called out my voice full of battle lust. "Is this the best you got?! Come on!"

I then remember Thalia. I rushed over to her.

When I reached her, I saw she was safe and okay, but she was a bit pale.

I opened my mouth and was about to ask, 'what is wrong with you,' but she beat me to it and asked, "How did you do that?! You just killed the Minotaur as if it was a walk in the park!"

I said with a growl, "I will explain in due time, but right now, we need to make a tactical retreat and get to the Camp where we can have reinforcements."

She gave a nod as we made a mad dash towards the Camp.

I could feel the monsters gaining on us. This was bad, real bad. I knew that I myself could out run them. I can now shadow travel, so I was safe; Thalia, on the other hand, was not so lucky...

I knew I had to buy us more time. I stopped running as I formed two Scottish Claymores made up of Shadows and Darkness. The blades were about Five and a half feet long, and the handle was a little over a Foot long. The cross guards were a Foot.

I stood and threw one of my swords, it did not throw it like a spear because I wanted to do as much damage as I could, so I threw it as if I was skipping a rock. The blade cut through several monsters before it got stuck in the Hydra. It did not kill the Hydra, nor did it cut off its head, so it was injured but not fatally wounded.

I stood my ground. The colossal sword was sticking forward like a spear would, I planted my feet, and I leaned forward, bracing for impact.

The Hell Hounds were the ones that hit. First, I stabbed the first two, the third Shadow Traveled out of range.

The two Hell Hounds burst in golden dust, my sword was free, I caved the air in a figure eight pattern. I snarled, "Come at me!"

I sensed Thalia running. I looked back. I saw her stop and look at me, our eyes locked. I mouthed, "GO!"

She did not. She knew Grover, Luke, and Annabeth were getting help. She thought I needed help. She did not want to abandon me.

The monsters were slowly coming towards me, a few Cyclopes and a few Hell Hounds.

I growled as I stood up straight. I really wish I could use the blessing of Hephestus and burn them down, but the Cyclopes would be immune to the fire.

I knew I still had the Three Furies, and I think two or three Cyclopes and the Hydra.

I looked around, and I saw Thalia fighting a Fury with her spear. One was sneaking up on her from the back, but I knew if I said something, I might make her make a mistake. No matter what, this would not end well.

I Shadow Traveled behind her, and I gutted one of the Furies, and she turned to golden sand.

I growled as I spoke to Thalia, "I told you to go to the Camp!"

She thrust her spear into the last Hell Hound that I could sense, turning him into dust.

She said, "I know what you said, but I could not leave you."

I growled and said, "Be careful, am I worth your life? Luke loves you. Annabeth loves you. Do not throw that away for me, a monster!"

She paused fighting and slapped me and said, "Never call yourself a monster again!"

I snarled and said, "Try me..." I threw my dagger, killing the last Fury by the hilt sticking in her head, making her look like a unicorn.

I darted picked up my dagger. I saw the Hydra about ten yards away, thirty feet in front of me.

I said, "Thalia, how good are you at throwing your spear?"

She arched an eyebrow and said, "Good enough."

"Do you think you can kill the Hydra from here with your spear?" I asked her as I began to think of ways to get Thalia out of here. Wait. where ARE the campers?!

No sooner did I think this, I saw about ten kids on top of the hill. I frowned. I wanted MEN, adults! Not a bunch of children!

I said, "Thalia regroup with the others!"

She gave me a look and then said, "Only with you!"

I slowly began to back up to appease the mortal daughter of Zeus.

I formed a spear of ice and shadows, I threw it with full strength, and I pushed it with my powers.

It hit the Hydra in the heart, and it died in near an instant.

Thalia lowered her guard and said, "I think that is the last of the monsters!"

I stood upright, but I had a sick feeling in my gut that warned me that the night was far from over. I said in a calm tone, "Not everything is as it seems Thalia, the sooner you learn this, the better."

She scowled and said, "I am sure we are all safe."

I growled and said, "I beg to differ..."

She walked towards the Camp, but I stood there looking where we came from. I could not shake this feeling that this is far from over.

Then all of a sudden, my spider sense went off!

HELL HOUNDS!

They could Shadow Travel!

I yelled to Thalia, "HELL HOUNDS!"

She paused and looked around. "Where?!"

"Trust me, there are near. They could be in the shadow at your very feet. Now get to the group!" I said with a slight fearful tone mixed with a growl.

She began to run towards the group. My gut twisted as if someone was playing jump rope with it, then they tied it into a knot and ran it over me over with a steam roller.

She was almost there!

But then, out of a shadow came one of the largest Hell Hounds I have ever seen! On his back was a Cyclopes with a club. Thalia got the Hell Hound with her spear, but the Cyclopes played golf with her body as the ball and his club as a stick.

Her body flew through the air and landed near the top of the hill. I rushed over. Forgetting about hiding my speed, I dropped to my knees.

She was barely breathing, and I could tell she was in pain. I pulled out my little bit of Ambrosia and tried to give it to her. She looked at me and said, "It's too late for..."

I had tears in my eyes. I could sense her nearing Death's Door. I said, "Come on, Lightning Bug, you can do this! Please don't die on me."

Thalia gave me a weak, pained smile as she said, "Peter, thank you..."

I wanted to ask her for what, but her body seized up.

I could feel her heart beat weakening and slow down. All of a sudden, a lightning bolt came down from the heavens and stuck Thalia.

A tree began to grow over and over and around her. Thalia became a tree.

I realized that Zeus had interfered.

It was against his own laws to do so, especially his own daughter.

It was not bad that Zeus had intervened. I was mad that Zeus could have helped before, but NO! He turned her to a tree!

I growled at looked at the monster who did it.

All of a sudden, Darkness began to fall.

The Temperature began to Drop.

My vision began going red.

I felt pain, no, not a little bit of pain. But as if all of my blood as been turned to Lava and Acid. I gave a roar of pain. I felt my bones break and snap and then reline themselves, then mind. I felt my skin rip and shred as I grew. I felt a very, very sharp pain on each side of my body below the arms.

I dropped to my knees and roared once more. I glared at the skies.

I looked around, and I saw more than a horde of monsters.

I felt so much pain, so much anger, so much... Rage... I had to let it out. With a roar, I charged the army with only one thing on my mind; Revenge for Thalia.

There was going to be Tartarus to pay!

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(Third Person Point of View)

Everyone thought the battle was over, but the campers looked at the lone figure standing ever tense as if he was expecting a monster to jump out of the shadow.

The crowd barely heard him talk, but when he yelled "Hell Hounds," everyone heard and readied their weapons.

All of a sudden, a Hell Hound the size of a tank with a massive Cyclopes riding on its back like a cowboy jumped out of a shadow in front of Thalia, Thalia killed the Hell Hound by stabbing it in the eye, but the Cyclopes was left. He swung his massive club in a low arc the barely swept the earth, and he nailed Thalia's center mass. The crowd heard a sickening crack as Thalia was sent flying.

Everyone was too shocked to do anything but stare with a slack jaw.

All but one, the one person who was standing alone, he ran nearly faster than the eye could follow, maybe that was a trick of the light?

He knelt down next to her and tried to feed her something, but she refused.

Then a lightning bolt flashed down from the sky, striking Thalia. Instead of killing her, it transformed her into a tree.

Then everyone heard a cry of grief, sadness depression. Soon the same cry became a roar of pain and rage.

All of a sudden, before the camper's very eyes, the lone figure began to transform, as if cursed by Zeus for failing to save his daughter.

Peter's eyes flew open, but they weren't his usual, ice-blue eyes. These ones were dark, with the pupils dilated to the extent that his eyes looked utterly black; they glinted with a wild and feral gleam.

The next few moments happened so suddenly the no one would find it hard to explain it later. But suddenly, Peter was howling at the top of his lungs, growling and hissing like a wild animal, his back arching painfully.

Peter's muscles bulged as his growling and hissing sounded so crazy and beastly that it sent the campers hair standing on end, and goose bumps rose unpleasantly up their arms; Peter's head whipped around wildly, his yelling never ceasing, and growing louder, howls erupting from his throat.

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground and soaked into the ground.

Blood was dripping onto the forest floor from his body. He was still making those horrible noises. His limbs jerked arbitrarily.

Peter pained screams and growls intensified with all his movement, coming out raw and agonized. But almost as if possessed, he kept going

Peter roared at it all. Peter stood amongst them. His breathing was hard and deep.

Pain.

That was the dominant sensation that pulsed through Peter's body. With every breath he made through the dark air, his aching body rippled with the endless waves of agony that pulled at his muscles and tempted him to curl into a small fetish ball and never move ever again. He could feel his tortured body still bleeding, leaving his fingers wet, sticky, and slippery. It was making a pool of red blood around him.

Peter felt something white-hot explode in him, sending fragments of anger spiking through his veins and filling his head with a mindless cloud of fury.

He hated them! Hated the gods who did this to him, who tortured him and hurt him! He wanted to break them all, every single one of them, till they were a bubbling mess of blood and limbs

He just had all this anger stirring inside him, unchartered and wild, jerking and gnashing around like a monster, riding just beneath his skin. He needed to direct that anger at something, and Peter happened to hate those people with a passion.

Though, out of all his pains, inside and out, Peter's sides hurt the worst. It was like someone was slowly driving a sharp, hot knife into his sides, baking all his insides to a crisp and boiling his blood till his veins felt ready to sizzle and burst.

Oh, how he longed to stop and just rest; sleep away this agony and hope that he wouldn't burn away into a pile of meaningless ash. Or, hopefully, does burn into ash and just stop this torture right then and there.

But, his instincts told him. Otherwise, they told him to stay alive.

Besides the everlasting pain, though, there was a sick, nauseous feeling twisted and coiled with it, like a two-headed venomous snake. Peter felt dizzy; his head was like a foggy mist that blanketed his mind and left him suffocating in the same emotions and thoughts. It was too thick to think straight in, and his stomach was starting to squirm uncomfortably.

But even with all this circulating through his body – fatigue, nauseous, the pain it always came back to two things: rage… and hunger. Oh no this rage was immense, filling every inch of him on the inside. This hunger was just as big; his stomach felt dry and empty, and his parched throat yearned for something to wet itself with. But it wasn't just anything that Peter was craving; what he wanted was warm, and chewy – flesh. He wanted to taste the tart flavor of blood on his tongue, in his throat – he NEEDED it.

Honestly, this rage and hunger was the only thing keeping him going; this needless thirst for blood, it was like white hot flames, licking and scorching his skin, filling his head with smothering, smoky thoughts and fiery feelings. It poked and probed his nerves like embers, manically consuming him and driving him to the very edge of his sanity.

His body was shaking uncontrollably now, and loud whimpers replaced the angry hissing. It took only a few seconds for his arms to give out, causing Peter slumped to the ground, immediately curling into a ball with his arms and hands tucked in tight against his chest.

Screams of tortured agony ripped from his throat, ricocheting off the rocks and coming back to wrap around him in a squeezing embrace. Peter hands would untuck themselves from his chest, and move to hold his sides, but right as his fingers brushed skin he would yell louder and pull away - reacting as if he had gotten burned.

In as much pain as he was, would only freak the arachnid out more.

The spidery Antihero writhed on the ground, his hands (unable to touch his sides) dug into the floor, unintentionally ripping away some of the earth and roots with nothing but his fingers. Peter was defenseless on the ground and was certainly going nowhere soon.

There was another anguished scream that came from Peter.

Peter was still on the ground, but he now pounded one fist against the hard floor with so much force, it caused minor earthquakes; while the other hand lacerated his side, too far gone in his pain to care about the burning Peter's sides were still shifting under the skin; the bumps there were getting bigger and longer, looking ready to tear through the skin.

Peter let out a final, torturous scream of pain and four appendages burst from his sides. Four extra arms sprouted from Peter's side like a couple of daisies. They looked shiny, wet, and red - a little like how a new baby looks after birth. The only difference though, these arms were exactly identical to his original two; long, hard, and packed with muscle.

Peter's cries had ceased, and the hall was suddenly pitched into a laborious silence that snuffed out all sound, all aside from the heavy breathing of the teen laying on the floor. Then, slowly, almost as if testing them out, his four extra limbs twitched and started to rise. Peter lifted himself up, to where he was on his hands (many hands) and knees, still panting - but no longer screwed up in pain.

Peter had also increased in his physical features, he too had grown in size. Peter was not moving.

Then a deep, guttural howl resonated loudly in the forest. Everybody froze; even the monsters and the gods stopped to listen and watch. Peter was howling and snarling fiercely.

"What just happened?" a camper asked out loudly, his voice coming out small.

No one had a plausible answer.

The transformation was now complete:

Spider Demon who was about 12 to 15 feet tall; black grey hair had spread over his body, with the tattered remains of his black clothes getting stretched farther and farther across his frame and hid any remaining skin. He had two long, sinister looking fangs that protruded from his mouth, with green veins of poison webbed across it. Peter had four more eyes on his forehead. Long, barb like spike poked from his each of his wrists and out of each foot, as well as growing on his fingertips.

HE glared at the monsters and snarled with pure rage, hatred.

Spider Demon was about 15 feet tall, and he was covered with black hair all over his body. He had two long, sinister-looking fangs that protruded from his mouth, with green veins of poison webbed across it. Spider Demon had six eyes total. Long, barb-like spike poked from his each of his wrists and out of each foot, as well as growing on his fingertips.

HE glared at the monsters and snarled with pure rage, hatred.

With a roar, he charged the army of monsters with no fear. He charged them without hesitation. He ran to them like a demon. He was running at them and he was going to some them what they had created; They created a Monster, a Demon.

Spider Demon was at the front lines in under a second, but he did not stop.

He broke through the front lines as if it was a piece of wet toilet paper.

Shields crumbled. Wills broke.

Spider Demon began to slaughter them; with a stab with his highly venomated claw. His super strength easily out classed Hercules and even Zeus. Backing handing the huge Cyclopes, but now they were the same size, but that mattered little. He was going on a rampage.

Spider Demon made all of the shadows into a literal blanket, then he brought it down like a hammer, crushing everything but Hell Hounds and other underworld creatures.

He growled as he looked for any other threats.

His spider sense went off he jumped to the right and darted toward the threat.

He ripped out a tree from the roots and used it as a baseball bat. He nailed the Harpy that shot an arrow at him. The Harpy turned to the golden monster dust the moment the log it her.

Spider Demon stood tall and let out a deafening bellowing roar that shook the very earth under the campers' feet.

A twig snapped and in an instant Spider Demon shot a glob of web at the sound, he turned around and saw he caught a camper... it was a male with brown eyes and black hair. The smell of fear was rolling off him in waved. Spider Demon slowly walked his way towards the demigod, he glared at the boy, and the boy fainted.

Spider Demon (I need a new short name for Spider Demon, "The Spider" maybe? Or is that Arachne?) warily looked around searching and watching for any danger. He slowly walked towards the Camp.

Everyone was frozen in fear.

Why?

Because; Girl dies. Girl turns to tree. Boy go demon. Demon destroy army. Demon now walks to them.

Spider Demon walks as far as he could until he hits a wall, though there is nothing to be seen.

Spider Demon saw something he recognized as if it was from a dream; blond hair with princess curls, piercing grey eyes, a small child, a girl. Annabeth.

Spider Demon uses his full strength and gives it a massive pound.

One could see the force field bend under the force of the strike, he raised all six arms and slams them again. It shook Thalia's Tree to the roots.

After a few more attempts, he realized it was futile.

He saw Annabeth, who looked at him with complete and utter fear and horror.

Spider Demon's black eyes soften slightly. He gave a soft croon.

Annabeth, extremely fearful, took a step forward. She whispered, "Peter...?"

Spider Demon cocked his head and then said in a very gravelly voice full of growls "A- A- Ann- Anni..."

Annabeth took a slow cautious step towards this Spider. Her worst and greatest fear; Spiders. Arachnophobia.

She took a step outside the protective dome. The Shield that IS Thalia's spirit.

Spider Demon towered over the little girl before him, she reeked of fear, but also had... trust...

Spider Demon's eyes went from a black to a dark navy blue. He whispered "Annabeth..."

Annabeth noticed the change and said "Peter!"

She took a step closer...

All of a sudden, the eyes turned a cold, hard black.

Spider Demon shoved Annabeth behind the Barrier, Luke caught her.

Right where Annabeth had been standing lightning struck.

It hit Spider Demon's upper right arm; blowing it off completely.

Blood began to spurt. The blood was a purplish, greenish color. It sizzled when it hit the ground.

Spider Demon snarled and ran.

Lightning began to crash all around him, he was able to dodge and evade the lightning.

He thought of an idea.

He slowed down and once he felt a lightning bolt coming towards him, he threw some gold that he had summoned and some fire. They hit the bolt causing a flash of gold and light.

This gave him time to Shadow Travel.

Where did he go?

Who gives orders to the Furies?

There will be Hell to pay for Hades!

That was the plan...

(Line Break)

(The Camp)

(Third Person Point of View)

Annabeth was standing in Luke's arm in shock and fear.

Two of the people who she got close to were gone; one was a tree, the other became her worst fear.

The arm that had been blown off faded into the shadows, the blood also dissolved into darkness.

Luke asked out loud and very clearly "What the Hades just happened?! I want answers!"

Chiron looked at the two demigods and shook his head as he said gently "The answers will be reveled in due time. I think we had enough excitement for the night. I think we should discuss this in the morning and maybe take a trip to Olympus."

All the demigods agreed, because they were all tired and exhausted.

Annabeth and Luke were sent to the Hermes Cabin. There Annabeth mourned for her two friends, thinking she will never see then again.

Luke was trying to find courage, he wanted revenge. He wanted to make the gods to pay! He wanted them on their knees begging. He wanted to kill them, no, he wanted to make them fade. He wanted the age of the gods to end and a new one to begin.

(Line Break)

(Mount Olympus)

(The Throne Room of the Gods)

(Third Person Point of View)

Zeus saw his only demigod daughter near death. He took pity on her and turned her to a tree.

AFTER that...

Zeus lost his temper and thundered with rage "HADES!"

The said deity said coolly, not liking the way Zeus was talking to him "What is it younger brother?"

"YOU SENT YOUR FURIES AFTER MY DAUGHTER!" Zeus yelled at Hades.

Hades said coldly "I did not."

Zeus growled in rage, sparks began to fly off him and the smell of ozone filled the air. Zeus said "There are only three Furies. Those are YOUR Furies. Pray tell me that you did not send them?!"

Hades growled and the shadows darkened in the throne room as he said "I Hades; god of the Dead, Lord of the Underworld, god of Riches and Wealth. Swear on the River Styx that I did NOT send the furies after Thalia; demigod daughter of Zeus. Nor did I send any monsters after her."

Thunder boomed, and that was not Zeus.

Zeus glared at his eldest brother.

Hades said with his patience running thin, "I told you the truth and even swore on the Styx. Now tell me Zeus, do you believe me or not?"

Zeus said hating to be wrong through gritted teeth "I believe the oath."

Hestia said calmly "Brother, please calm down." The hearth warming the whole throne room and brightening it up and she used her powers is calm down everyone present in the throne room.

Hermes claimed his kid; Luke Castellan, that night.

Athena, however, did not claim Annabeth, at least not that night.

Ares enjoyed the slaughter, he wondered if he could find that Thing and fight it himself.

Demeter was muttering about cereal and no one paid her any mind.

Artemis frowned that a female child died because of selfishness, MALE selfishness.

Apollo could see that Thalia had not 'died' to say, but she was in a way living. Something like in a comatose state. He also saw that Peter slash the monster thing would play a major role in the future (god of Prophecies).

Dionysus was half asleep, but he smiled that he did not have to look after another two brats.

Hera looked proud and was happy that Thalia had died.

Aphrodite looked sad because a plausible love story died, but she ginned when she thought of having something fun, if not it would be Unrequited love.

Hephaestus was neutral he was not a people person, and he preferred the company of automation than real people.

(Line Break)

(In the Underworld)

(Third Person Point of View)

Spider Demon appeared in the deepest, darkest part of the Underworld outside of the Pit, Tartarus.

He had a mind splitting headache that felt like his mind was splitting in two.

He summoned untold thousands of dead without realizing it.

He realized he was surrounded and he slowly unsheathed his claws that were hidden in his forearm. The "stingers" were covered in red blood, but it also had a venomous green on it.

He gave a single snarl before he launched himself at the undead.

He crushed many of them under his feet when he landed on the ground.

He shot a web line, but, the web line had a green tint to it. He shot the web at a stalactite that was on the ceiling, about fifteen seconds later it crashed down on the ground.

Spider Demon smirked he shot several web nets over the undead army trapping them, within seconds the odor of rotting flesh filled the stuffy underground air.

Spider Demon began to test WHAT he could do.

He shot fire from his hands like a flame thrower, soon a mixture of rotting flesh and burned corpses reeked throughout the large cavern. Spider Demon took a deep breath and let it out, he was able to breathe fire; like a dragon.

The army was reduced to about a hundred tops.

Spider Demon stomped his foot and will the stalactites to fall. Crushing the remaining zombies.

Spider Demon liked the fire, and the new found venom.

The claws slowly sheathed themselves once again in his forearm.