Perseus doesn't know what he had truly expected after defeating Gaia. Massive parties, pissing off Zeus by not accepting godhood, maybe even going off to college were plausible scenarios that he thought would happen. All he knows is that he surely wasn't expecting... whatever the Hades this is.

Outside of Greece

As Percy stands before the dissolving corpse of the Primordial of the Earth, he couldn't help the slight sting in his heart. The being in front of him resembled nothing of the horrific, conniving woman that he experienced before. Standing in the middle of a blazing crater, motionless as the flames harmlessly lick his ankles like a needy puppy; all the Son of Poseidon sees is a woman in mourning. Percy sees the face that he's seen hundreds of times on the families of his deceased friends. The face of someone who knows they will never see their loved ones again.

He doesn't know whether Gaia is mourning for her children, the Gigantes, or for her late husband Ouranus. Percy stumbles back a half step as the dying woman before him cries for her husband. As she cries for her children and siblings. Her cries bounce around his head repeatedly. Her words go unanswered, and the feeling of emptiness begins to grow in the pit of his stomach. He begins to suffocate as the depth of what his actions have caused are realized. His lungs burn and his body numbs. The guilt crushes his soul and pierces his heart. The emptiness he feels spreads from his stomach to his head. He grabs his head as it pounds with the strength of a thousand Spartans.

He's a murderer and he doesn't deserve any reward for his 'victory' on this battlefield. This field of carnage is but a symbol of his sins. A testament to how warped his morals have become. A sign of how deep his loyalty to the Gods is.

His vision begins to blur and his senses start to tingle. At first he thinks it's the pure exhaustion and stress of the past few days.

Then he realizes that it is nothing of the sort. A deep fog begins to form around the still blazing crater. The scene resembling that of a horror scene in a movie. Percy notices the fire forming a circle around him. Whether to trap him or keep him safe, he didn't know for sure. His breath leaves his lungs as a tall, lean figure blurs into existence. Once he sees what the figure is, he knows that whatever is happening right now, will forever change his life.

The lady was extremely pale. Oh, and naked. Those are the first two things Percy notices. Then the finely tuned instincts of a demigod kick into gear. The instincts that the demigods before him had honed to perfection. Within mere seconds his mind registers two things.

The first, and most obvious, observation is that the female should definitely be dead. Her body was extremely emaciated to the point that it looks more like a skeleton than a living being. The lady's chest and torso showed signs of severe starvation and dehydration. Percy could see every detail of her ribs as they practically pushed against her taut skin. Her arms were slightly more muscular than her legs and her breasts seemed almost non-existent. Her face was almost as bad as her chest. Cold dead eyes rested inside her oh so tired face. Her cheeks had sunken in greatly and her lips were cracked. Her hair looked dreadful: matted and drained of color. He could tell this lady was once gorgeous.

The second observation is that this lady was a killer. Legs having tensed upon seeing he, arms twitching in preparation for a fight, and eyes roaming for any weaknesses he had. Her eyes held a glint of steel. A promise of pain and suffering to all who oppose her.

He winces when the lady speaks her first words to him. Her voice gravelly and coarse from both unuse and dehydration.

"Who...who are you? Where am I?" She croaked, the false bravado in her voice painfully obvious.

Percy considers asking for her name first but quickly comes to the conclusion that while this lady may have been a killer, she was in no shape to harm him.

"My name is Perseus Jackson. You are outside the city of Greece." He pauses as an idea of what is happening occurs to him. "You are currently on Earth, the third planet from the Sun in the Milky Way Galaxy. What is your name and where do you come from? What brings you here?" He replies. By the way her eyes show a flash of confusion and fear, his suspicions of her coming from a different world are confirmed. She chews on her bottom lip as she determines what her response will be.

"My name is Celaena Sardothien and I come from Terrasen. I was about to escape Salt Mines of Endovier when a dense fog surrounded me. Then I find myself standing before you." She replies.

Percy goes to clarify her story when the dense fog returns. He shivers as the feeling of being watched becomes present.

"I am assuming that you didn't have any friends with you?" Percy asks half-heartedly. His bones were weak from exhaustion and he truly didn't know how much longer he could last.

Her lips twitch slightly as she shakes her head.

He was about to ask why she was naked when the feeling of weightlessness hits them both. His head begins to spin and throb as his body is forced through a tear in the Space Time Continuum. Reality is reduced to ribbons as all logic and physics are temporarily decimated.

The bones in his body feel as if they are being ground to dust, groaning and shifting painfully against each other. His muscles begin to stretch and tear as his body is manipulated. He cries out in agony as the pain begins to multiply. Tears trail down his cheeks as his body is forced through dimensions. Although his eyes were open, he saw and heard nothing. Time and space meaning nothing to his body at the moment.

Could it even be called a moment when his body is in a place where time and space mean nothing? Could it even be called a place? Did he even exist?

What is happening to me? Why can't I remember my name? Why can't I remember what a name is? What is that god's awful noise? His thoughts echo around his head as a shrill alarm starts to blare around him. He is barely able to close his eyes when an extremely bright flash of light surrounds him. Percy experiences the sense of falling. He feels the ground coming closer and closer. He prepares himself for his death, arms wide open in acceptance.

Then his body begins to slow. First to what could be called a jog, then a walk, then to a crawl, before it finally settles gently into the grass beneath him.

His eyes flutter open and marvel at the sight before him. His cheeks darken and his body reacts against his will.

Celaena's naked body had fallen on top of his body. Her neck tucked into the crook of his neck as her messy hair tickled his skin. His shirt had been torn to shreds long ago and his ripped shorts barely covered his scarred body. Percy knew that if she woke up right now, she would definitely feel his hardness against her thigh.

The lady above him groans in agony and his body freezes as her eyes begin to shift in their closed lids. She exhales against his neck, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. He dared a glance at her face and was immediately breathless.

She looked absolutely angelic...at peace. Nothing like the traumatized young lady he saw back in his world.

Oh yes, he knew that this was not his world. He could feel the familiar tingle of magic in the air, albeit dull and seemingly muffled, that he had felt around Hecate's children.

The naked woman stirs and her eyes slowly crack open and when she stared into his sea green eyes, he knew he was in love.

Her eyes were magnificent. A bright sapphire blue with a golden ring around her pupil. The blue was more electric than Thalia's were. The gold richer than nectar.

"Celaena?" He inquires slowly. Her breath continued to tickle his nose as her face was mere inches from his. He could see the pain and suffering in her eyes. The missing sense of hope, the lack of faith, and the absence of a will to live made him want to embrace the girl in his arms. To take away all her pain, to bring this shell of a woman back to life. The urge to close the distance between their lips became unbearable as did the feeling of her weight against his.

Her eyes gazed deeply into his. Both seeing and not seeing him as she stared directly into his soul. Her eyes brightened slightly at whatever she beheld in his and she barely held in the tears of relief. Her eyes began to feel heavy and Percy started to panic.

"Celaena? Don't fall asleep on me now! We need to move! Celaena? Celaena?!" Her eye's shot open at his cries and she stood up abruptly, wincing as her hands barely held her up. She scrambled away from him on her hands and feet before yelping in pain as her whipped back hit a tree.

Percy slowly rose to his feet, both of his hands up in the air, and slowly approached her.

"I won't hurt you Celaena...but we need to move. I'm not from your world. I don't know where to go. Who to trust. All I know is that you need medical attention and all I have is ambrosia and nectar." He said slowly, squatting down before her injured body as she glared at him. He gently took her wrists into his hands and couldn't stop the boiling rage that bared its teeth at the sight of them.

"Who did this?" He snarled, glaring at the scars as if that could remove them from her body if he did it hard enough. Her heart beat faster as she slowly pointed towards a large compound to the north. His eyes darkened as they beheld the prison camp that caused this pain.

"Will you be okay here by yourself?" He asked softly, pulling out the steel dagger he always kept in his boot just in case, and carefully placing it in her hands. She stared at him in both confusion and awe.

"I won't let them harm you any more Celaena. As long as I breathe, no one will." He whispered to her without knowing it. Her cheeks reddened slightly at the promise and she turned away.

He stood up slowly and uncapped Riptide. To his shock, and relief, the once all celestial bronze sword was now a mix of mortal steel and celestial bronze.

Capable of destroying both mortals and monsters. But the mortals he was about to exact his revenge upon could only be called monsters. They were unworthy of the rights to be called human, and they would pay for their sins. He began to walk north with a predatory glare in his eyes.

Within a half hour, he had arrived at the large walled compound. As he felt around for a water source to help him ascend the stone wall, he sensed a disturbance in the vapor in the air. He rolled sideways instinctively and managed to dodge a lethal arrow. His arm shot out to the side and soon an entire creek began to roar its way through the dense forest he came from.

Shouts of disbelief and warning rang out but were soon silenced with a single forward thrust of his arm.

The old stone wall stood no chance against the demigod's power and crumbled within seconds. The bodies of the guards that survived the fall were immediately drained of all liquids, leaving them as a shriveled up pile of skin and metal.

He strut through the prison grounds with the grace of an apex predator. His eyes hollow and dull as he brutally ripped apart any enemies that came at him. His sword merely an extension of his arm as he commanded it to tear these monsters limb from limb.

Arms were chopped off, legs were sliced to hits, and heads were removed with single swipes of his legendary sword.

If Percy had been fully aware of his actions he would have pondered on whether Zoë would approve of his actions here. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, he had given himself to his need for vengeance.

Bodies piled up around him as he slaughtered all who dared stand in his way. His power subconsciously differentiating who was his enemy and who was a slave by the state the body was in.

Soon the amount of guards against him trickled to a stop and he stood there, dozens of mutilated corpses surrounded him and blood drenched the dead grass below him. He started to cap his blade when he felt one last enemy begin to approach.

The man was a large scowling heap of flesh. His body was muscular but lacked discipline. It was clear this man was the captain of this place.

"You've killed all of my men. I must applaud you, it takes a lot of courage and skill to do that. Last time I've had this many corpses here was when that stupid slave bitch thought she could escape and killed dozens of guards." The man chuckled darkly. "All because some stupid slut made some of my men satisfied. How ridiculous!"

The man smirked evilly, "Besides, that's all these females are good for in the end. I know I enjoyed slitting that whore's throat when I finished breeding her." His face grew lustful as he remembered that night. "God's above, she was a tight one. Of course, that's expected of a virgin. It was so erotic hearing her scream for her husba-" he was cut off abruptly when a blade was shoved into his gut. Percy stood before him, sea green flames pouring from his sockets as his rage overcame him.

"I shall enjoy taking my time with you." Percy growled in a demonic voice that he hadn't used since Tartarus. He yanked the blade free and grabbed the throat of the man before him. He wasn't much taller than Percy and was definitely not stronger than the demigod. Percy pulled the man's face close enough to smell his fear. "And by the time I'm done with you..." Percy whispered almost sensuously into the captains ear, the man's shivering body satisfying the Son of Poseidon greatly.

"What you did to those two ladies will be child's play. I will savor the breaking of your soul; the crumbling of your mind. I will destroy you, and when all is done and you have next to nothing left," Percy snarled, grabbing the sides of the man's face with his hands and glaring deep into the man's horrified eyes.

"I shall destroy your family. I shall destroy your friends. I SHALL DESTROY ALL YOU HOLD DEAR! ONLY THEN SHALL I END YOUR MISERABLE EXISTENCE!" Percy roars before knocking the man unconscious with a swift headbutt. The sack of shit crumpled to the ground as Percy continued to glare at it. That was when he felt the thousands of curious, yet fearful eyes staring at him.

Sighing deeply, he turned to the gathered slaves. He made a show of capping his blade and putting it in his pocket.

"Which of you know Celaena Sardothien? She was a prisoner of this wretched place." He asks. A thick silence answers back as the slaves take in the man before them.

He was about to repeat his question when a small frail lady emerged from the crowd. He approaches her slowly, hands in the air in a non-threatening gesture, and comes to a stop when they are within arms reach. The woman shocks him when she throws herself at him, crying and blubbering, somehow conveying how thankful she is for saving them. He rubs the woman's back gently, soothing the woman until her cries become mere sniffles. He tilts her head up and looks at her.

"Celaena is injured and I am at a loss of what to do. I do not know what this world is, nor do I know why I'm here. All I know is that she's dying and God's be damned if I let that happen. Are you able to help me?" He explains to her quietly, not even flinching when her head jerks up to stare at him in awe.

She continues looking at him with wide eyes before shaking her head and nodding to him. He bows to her slightly and turn to the assembled crowd of now free citizens of this world.

"No longer shall you be kept here as slaves. As things of pleasure for the monsters I have destroyed here. As the sole Son of Poseidon, I give my condolences to all of you...for your losses and hardships here. From now on, you are all free of this cruel existence. Take the weapons of your tormentors, pillage the coffers and corpses of your old keepers, and prepare yourselves for any retaliation that might come. The safety of your spouses, children, and friends now rests on your shoulders. Fight for them if not for yourself." He tells them with a voice filled with emotion and power.

The voice of the Sea God.

A few hours later

After retrieving Celaena-who turned out to have fallen asleep while he was gone-and personally seeing to her recovery, the feeling of exhaustion finally becomes too much for Percy. Due to the lack of cots, he was forced to either sleep on the floor, or sleep in the same bed as Celaena.

While he wasn't exactly comfortable with sleeping next to the delicate lady beside him, he hadn't slept in a bed in almost a year now.

That is how Percy ended up with Celaena's now lightly covered body in the same bed. She had somehow managed to wrap his arms around her small waist and snuggled deeply against his warm body, her neck tucked in the crook of his. Her cold hands were resting on his toned chest that felt as if it would burst from the pounding of his beating heart.

Her slow, steady breathing lapped pleasantly against his skin. He looked down at the sleeping beauty and smiled slightly. He tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead lightly. She moaned lightly and somehow snuggled even deeper into his form.

He knew this entire situation was moving incredibly fast, but the feelings he was experiencing felt like nothing before. He felt as if he were walking in clouds. He felt indestructible as long as she was by his side.

He would protect her, love her, and cherish her. He would destroy any who would harm Celaena and will tear down the Gates of Elysium if she was taken from him. He would face Chaos herself if he needed to.

"I'll always find you Celaena. No matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, I will always come back to you." He whispers, before finally succumbing to his exhaustion.