Disclaimer: The title's from Au/Ra's Panic Room.

CHAPTER 14: Where All Your Darkest Fears Are Gonna Come For You

Olympus

The Olympians were all lost in thought or had half a mind to do that. The other half was with their domains.

They all had a lot to think about.

The group at the Hearth was working on getting an invitation into their mysterious demigoddess's mind. Morpheus was a fool. He really was.

While they were working, all of them thought back to when Percillia appeared to this moment. After all, it was too much to process at the time. And it all needed full processing and comprehension. If a war really was on their doorstep then it is better to know all their assets and allies.

Hestia appeared with the focus of their conversation. She ignored them all and sat with Percillia cradled to her chest protectively. If that wasn't enough, the cold looks she was sending to any even-slightly-hostile individuals was saying it all: don't fuck with her.

"She's tinier than I expected," Ares, oh-so-gracefully, broke the ice. But, yeah, she was. "She looks like a ten year old."

"She's twelve," Artemis answered, off-handedly. Well… Ares gave her a look that said does-it-look-like-I-fucking-care? Artemis just flipped him off.

"Is it necessary," Poseidon grated. He was fucking terrified for his daughter. Anger is better to showcase than fear in this den at the moment. When they looked at him questionably, he corrected, "Her being here."

Whatever banter had started immediately sank. It was heavy- their current situation. Denial was in high demand tonight.

"I'm afraid so, my Lord," Morpheus muttered low. Anything but Poseidon's wrath, thank you very much. "Her mind is highly protected. It is near impossible to get in."

"Then, pray tell… how are we going to catch the cookie monster with his hand in the cookie jar?" Apollo drawled nastily. Morpheus just got to it. "Don't fuck up. Anymore."

He was fucking pissed. He couldn't see what the fuck was going to happen. His baby cousin was now his ward, under his protection- thanks to her Seeing- and he damn well hated the idea of his grandfather near her. Because looking back, quite literally in time, there were so many blank spots were she would end afterwards somehow or way injured, physically and mentally, was seriously angering

Oh, he knew all about his lil cuz's wowing heritage. He was just waiting for the cat to- quite literally- come out the bag. If all that's happening wasn't rocking enough…. Oh, he was going to enjoy it. He doesn't think even his Uncle knows. Suspects? Hades, yeah. Poseidon- no matter what Athena rants- was sharper than what they all expected and more. But he's the type to lie low and not get attention to himself. He knows what he's capable of and doing. Apollo has a great amount of respect for his Uncle.

He felt overprotective of her. And, well, Apollo was never one to ignore his instincts. And contrary to popular belief, he wasn't one of the nice gods- if you could call any of them nice. He was a cruel god and- boy!- did he know it. They just forgot a bit. So, yes, he can be a possessive ass. But so could all of them.

Apollo was used to knowing what was happening, what's going to happen- this was taking a toll on him. His twin knew, she was sending him bored-but-concerned-if-you-squint looks. He smiled tightly. Also, despite popular belief and display they were quite close.

Still- the temperature was just getting hotter and more humid.

Morpheus was doing his dream mojo, or whatever. A hazy screen that looked like murky, spilled milk was taking shape. His hand was on Percillia's closed eyes and forehead. She really was tiny, but heartbreakingly beautiful. Even now. And she looked so innocent, so small in that oversized sweater and vulnerable that most, if not all of them, wanted to rip the minor god's unworthy hand off of her.

Said god was looking haggard and very concentrated. Percillia was vibrating wildly in Hestia's hold. And was snarling ferally in her sleep. (He knew about her sleeping problem. He wished to know why. She took an abnormally strong sleeping elixir. But anyway, he knew it would take a shitton of force to wake her up.) Hestia was glaring daggers at Morpheus. It was really a shock- her hostile and overprotective behavior. But, weirdly, not unwelcome.

Poseidon slammed his Trident- the marble cracked and and little tremors were felt. His appearance changed. He grew younger, more defined and deadly, handsome and scary. His harmless Tommy Bahama's were melding into armor. And if his daughter's snarl was feral, his was rabid. He was shaking- barely restrained.

"What are you doing to my daughter," He didn't ask, he demanded, each word came out low and biting. Morpheus, god or no, was barely holding a shudder of terror.

Poseidon reveled in the shock on his fellow Olympians' faces. It seemed they forgot just what the Hell he was capable off. He would've laughed, if he wasn't blinded with rage. He wasn't this angry since World War Two. When it comes to his babies it's a big fucking red line. And his dear Princess was his first mortal daughter, his true Sea Princess- the Sea itself fucking chose her. He didn't give a single fuck who the Hell Morpheus was, what the Hell the stakes were, if his daughter didn't want to be touched she won't be.

Morpheus was thrown back, and much to the Sea god's surprise, not by him. Two brilliant, golden arrows were lodged in his wings. Vines erupted, trapping the struggling god to marble column beside the door. Dionysus and Apollo were furious. Hey, it's their fucking baby cousion.

Zeus didn't move an inch, neither did Hera, nor Demeter. They were probably enjoying the violence way too much. They were lounging lazily on their thrones, watching the minor god struggle. They all had a sense of sick satisfaction at the pain the god was in. Why? No idea, but they'd bet their gold on Percillia. This weird attachment was a bit frightening, but they were a bit deep to care. How dare he hurt her?

Ares was grinning like the cat who caught and slaughtered the canary. The little canary was still struggling. To be honest, the canary basically asked for it. Tsk, tsk, tsk, keeping important information from them? All his fault.

Oddly, Aphrodite and Artemis were both grinning at each other, a bloodthirsty grin. They didn't care why they cared so much, so godsdamned fast, for the tiniest creature in the room. They did. End of story. If Immortality taught them something, it was that everything happened for a reason.

Hermes and Hephaestus were sitting stock still. Athena, were confused at why they wanted to hurt Morpheus. That weird and fierce protective instinct flared when their little cousin visibly rejected the other god's touch and mind invasion. Huh.

But they all knew one thing well. They knew power. And the girl was oozing it. Even asleep- especially while she was asleep. She kicked a god out of her head- and sucked on his energy to counter his advances, that much was obvious to them. He didn't even realise she was doing it! She really was something else.

Morpheus was now screaming in pain- no, that was agony. Gods were known for their pride, they'd never show their weakness. And whatever the Hades was happening to him it wasn't good. The satisfaction was beginning to mix with apprehension.

Morpheus felt like he was burning from the inside out. It was pain like nothing he ever knew in his long, immortal life. He never did have his blood boil in his veins. Never had it squeezing out of his systems like that. Never did it leave his body forcefully. His blood slithered out of his orifices like serpents, blistering golden serpents tightening like ropes around him. His ichor burned through the vines, it melted the solar arrows on his sensitive wings. His mind wasn't safe from the attack either. Fuck.

Through all their centuries, the Olympians never saw this ferociousness, this brutal, and cruel treatment. Except once. And it was the first and last time they ever saw or messed with the Fae again. Or mentioned them at all. The Algea were born then and there. The daimones- spirits- of pain and suffering. Even Eris herself- the goddess of Strife and Discord- was a little unsettled by her offspring.

So it probably shouldn't surprise them that they arrived. They looked as stunning as ever. Terrifyingly beautiful. No, not beautiful, alluring, bewitching, magnificent. Yeah, that. Beautiful was too nice a word. And the three were now standing around and cooing at the tortured good.

Zeus hated them. "What is your purpose here, Algea?" He rumbled. Boy, was he pissed. He wanted to lie down after the game, but no. He can't. The day was dragging on too long for his liking, and shit just kept coming.

The three Pains in his ass turned around and smiled, showing their shark-like teeth, "Nuh-ting, my Lord," the leader- Lupe answered. She was the dark one. Dark skin, hair, eyes and clothing. Her voice like a soft caress of a lover, right before a knife finds its way to their heart. Her voice was exotic, heavy with a Mediterranean accent.

"We were just called here," Akhos delicately shrugged. She was the pale one, in coloring. Silver hair, grayish-white eyes, white skin. Her voice was like the warmth during a snowstorm, right before frostbite claims your life.

"Our ancestors," the last one said. Ania. She had dark, scarlett hair, blood-red eyes, freckles covered every visible inch of her. She was the quiet one, if a bit more animalistic. She turned and caressed the whimpering god's cheek, smearing the ichor. "So much pain," she breathed sweetly. "Beautiful."

See, those three believed that the Fae were their ancestors since thanks to them they exist. It was very disconcerting. They didn't bow, didn't follow many of the Olympian laws. Not much could be done about them. They lived off pain, reveled in it, and inflicted it.

"The Fae?" Aphrodite asked. She didn't like them- those Pains in the ass. They gave her a run for her money, every now and then. She didn't appreciate that. "What do they have to do with him?" Her voice was silky and low.

"You do not know?" Lupe questioned with a small smile, her voice like dark chocolate. When they only glared, she sighed. That drunken smile still in place, "This is retaliation. For whatever pain was inflicted, it shall be returned seven-fold," she shivered as Morpheus gave a particularly bone-rattling wail.

The Olympians' faces fell, confusion and realization and -again- denial warring as they looked anywhere but the Hearth. They focused on the Pains a lot more unsettled.

"You know the best part?" Akhos hummed as she slathered the liquid gold on Morpheus's wings. She didn't even flinch from the solar temperature that should be melting her smooth, pale hand.

"Do I want to know?" Poseidon sounded so defeated. He looked a bit more grounded. His rage now stored to be used some other time. He looked at his shivering daughter. As soon as Morpheus began screaming, Hestia took her into her Hearth- it won't hurt who she doesn't want to hurt. If something could elicit such pain from a god, what chance does a tiny mortal stand? (Yeah, it's as if they forgot her performance. She was sleeping, therefore vulnerable, they all silently agreed.) Well, kudos to them.

"She doesn't even know she's doing it!" Akhos gushed, plucking the unconscious god's wings. It seemed to be too much to bare. None of them were blaming him. If the Algea were here, then fuck it and congratulations for holding on that long. "She's protecting herself when she's most vulnerable. Asleep- she doesn't do it much from what we've seen, it seems. She is such a sweet little thing that she doesn't want to hurt anyone, accidentally," she looked at the sleeping girl in adoration. "But when her body felt pain, it retaliated. She can't help it. Not unconscious, she can't. The defense mechanism. Seven-fold. Pain," she was breathing hard, her eyes rolled back, kneeling over Morpheus. Akhos licked the ichor dripping down his chin.

Her sister took over. "It is law. Eye for eye. Seven-fold. Seven-pointed star. Septagram. Seven courts. Seven days of week. Seven is powerful number in Faerie. She is hurt. Violated when weak and vulnerable. Basic instincts take over. Hurt offender. Seek retribution. It is the law of the Seelies. Lucky you, Siren goes with Seelie court," Lupe smiled, balefully. Her slow, accented, halting words washing over them. "See, there is three divisions for Fae. Seelie, Unseelie and Exilee. Three. Triquetra. Three divisions. Death-birth-rebirth… Eternity. Unseelies take retribution seven-fold… thrice. She is merciful, Siren is. Controls it when conscious. But her pain ..." She looked at Percillia with devotion and veneration, as she licked the ichor of her palms.

That is more information than they've gathered in millenia. Their knowledge was very little. It was something that drove Athena crazy. She was soaking it all like a sponge.

At moments like these, the Olympians really and truly resented Zeus. His laws that prohibit talk about anything stronger and scarier than his Maje-fucking-sty. They know nothing of foes who might or might not attack them. Woefully unprepared, that's what they all are. And majorly fucked.

"Is there something you are trying to say?" Zeus ground out. All the sick pleasure they were reveling in was sickening. He wanted to get rid of them. And the girl- she was a godsdamned ticking bomb.

"Oh, don't be dense, Father," Artemis exploded. Seriously, could he get any more arrogant? The asshole! "The girl is part Fae. The part of her that was supposed to be human never was human to begin with. And she is well and truly versed in the ways and traditions and laws of the Fae. And we are now running around like headless chickens! Worse, even!"

"True," Ania hummed in the silence that followed. "She is our ward. Lady Percillia and her Mother are. Her mama's a big girl now. We're more focused on the little one. Our ancestors trust us with their overseeing," she hummed happily, as if it was a great honor that conniving, cruel beings trust them. They probably saw it as that.

Zeus turned accusing eyes to his brother, "What have you done? A Fae, brother?"

"Oh, no, no, your Majesty," Akhos shook her head frantically. "You misunderstand. Lady Sally's grandparents were the Changelings. Her parents were both only half-fae, though they were no lesser fae. They were... royalty, though only their children knew it. They were unaware. Lady Sally's parents knew, had to, when they got bonded. Their parents were of rival courts. Courtiers tried to break it up. But they were too late, their deaths were a waste. A girl of rivaling courts was born. Oh, the power she had. She hates it though. Keeps it bound." She then smirked at Poseidon, "You wouldn't have known, Lord of the Seas… if it bit you in the ass," she giggled. And turned to look at the tiny power well. She was beautiful and skilled and powerful and talented. She sighed.

They mulled over the shocking revelations. Poseidon was seriously considering many life choices. No wonder she gave him a daughter. She had to have had some strong blood in her veins. And apparently she does. He always marveled at her blinding beauty and unnatural grace. Oh, he knows about her profession, it also assured him that she was strong enough to care for a son of his. Well, daughter. He knew from the moment he met her he was breaking the oath. Turns out mercenary was a way to vent her pent-up power.

"Wait," Athena brought him back to the present. "When you said Percillia's grandparents were only half-fae…," she trailed off when she saw their shark grins. "Half what else?" She demanded, turning her infamous glare on them.

"Ooh, don't be nasty about it," Akhos shook her head, her pale eyes shining with malice. "You are smart… figure it out."

Hermes was having a major Oh, fuck! moment. And so was Aphrodite. Because well… they were so fucked. They made eye contact and the desperate oh-I'm-fucked. They tried avoiding looking at Percillia's peacefully sleeping form, 'cause, well, it all makes fucking sense now. Shit.

"I think it's obvious to point out that they were demigods as well?" Hephaestus grunted. Too much drama and dealing with his family for one day. As much as he is grateful for his cousin for what she's doing with and for his children, he'd rather be in a forge.

Aphrodite glared at her husband. Now you speak up! She seems panicked. Oh, well, not his problem. Her boyfriend maybe. Bitch.

"You've been oddly silent since her arrival, Son," Zeus drawled. He could feel the underlying panic in Hermes' stoic demeanor when his ugly son said demigods. He glared.

"Hmm?" Hermes was really focused on something.

"Where's your Silver-tongue, Brother?" Dionysus mocked him. Someone's not getting their happy juice, and his only supplier was virtually a captive after all this. "Little Kitten stole it?" And as if on cue, Nixie purred as Hestia rubbed their cheeks and ran her fingers through her hair. The gesture was purely animal, the girl always did seem a little wild.

That little glimpse at his apparently great-granddaughter and the fragile control he had slipped away and his form flickered.

The Algea were now forgotten, they left with a bit of discord behind. Their mother would be proud.

Morpheus was already more than punished for his omission. Apollo had called someone to take him to their Infirmary. Epione- a goddess of healing and soothing and also his daughter-in-law. If Morpheus needed anything now it was her gentleness. Hades, he felt sorry for the god. His baby cousin doesn't know her own power. Oh, no, that was wrong. She is very aware of it just not how to control it when she wasn't conscious. She only needs practice on control. Her instincts are too honed and her soul didn't recognize Morpheus. Or she recognized something she didn't like. He already knew it was hard getting in, pushing it was worse. And maybe he knew it too…

Back to the matter at hand-

Hermes flashed out, immediately. Aphrodite gave a pained look at Percillia and followed suit. Athena snarled.

Zeus was angry, but mostly confused, so obviously he let anger reign. "Before you start ranting, Brother," Demeter's words froze him. "They both had a little Roman situation to take care of."

Hera seemed a bit too happy with the revelation.

They all turned to the impossible incarnate. Fae, Greek and Roman. Well, they all definitely know they're fucked if she ever goes against them. Which makes her a threat. One Hades of a threat. After the Civil War…. A repeat of that won't be nice at all. And due to what Fae heritage she has- she is an unknown variable in this fucked up equation. Oh, who are they kidding she fucked up their equation the moment she slaughtered the Furies. Maybe even before that.

But… they aren't blind to not see the prosperity in the Camp. She is better for their children. And the opportunity of using her for their side against Kronos. Ah, pardon… the unidentified threat.

Decisions, decisions…

"I fucking dare you," Poseidon drawled from his throne. His Trident was not in sight. He seemed calm. A bit too calm. Not good. "Little Brother."

"Excuse me?" Zeus rumbled. Okay, Poseidon was asking for it. Zeus was sitting all alone… quietly contemplating his immortal life…. Ah, who's he kidding? No one that's who. He was quit literally plotting his brother's daughter's murder. And pros and cons of said murder. Did it promote to assassination because according to his dear brother she is Under the Sea royalty, and according to the Pains in the ass she is Fae royalty? Also with the very subtle threat that they will unleash unimaginable pain if she's harmed too much to get her own retribution.

The Throne Room doors opened, cutting the glare-off between the two brothers. Hermes and Aphrodite seemed to have taken care of their not-at-fucking-all-small problem and sat back in their thrones. They nodded to the King, avoiding the Hearth.

Mnemosyne walked in. Apollo nodded to the mother of his Muses with a small grin. She grinned back. She then walked over the ichor stain like it wasn't even there. She raised an eyebrow at the little demigoddess nestled in Hestia's arm protectively.

She stood in front of the Hearth and curtsied, "Majesties." Her presence was filled with the same nostalgic vibes. Goddess of Memory and all. Or is the correct word Titaness? She turned to Hestia, "You called darlin'?"

Hestia smiled at her perky aunt. But before she could answer, Mnemosyne said, "Ah. No worries, hun. I'll see what little ole me can do." Mind communication. Mnemosyne finds it easier with her memory-reading. Others felt uncomfortable with it, but her dear niece opened her mind to her. Better than talking and taking up too much precious time.

Her niece walked out the Hearth. It was a bit of a surprise to see her in an older form, she always preferred a younger, less threatening one. Oh, well. One look in her eyes and she had the entire night's events. "Oh, my," she muttered and looked warily at her too-adorable-to-be-the-reason-for-the-seared-blood-stain-in-marble-grand-niece. "Looks seriously can be deceiving here."

Poseidon was looking warily at his aunt. He actually liked her and didn't want his daughter's wrath on her. She was looking intently at Percillia, "Don't worry, Donny. I know what I'm doin'."

Poseidon pursed his lips, even to gods she was a bit unnerving. No one likes to be read as an open book. And he absolutely hated the name Donny. Blech. "What are you doing?"

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and drawled, "Well, obviously I'm tryna find a way to get into her pretty little head without havin' my insides boiled on me." Her southern accent charmed the Hades out of them. She was old when they were wee little kids. And thanks to her taking their side during the Titanomachy, she hasn't lost any of their respect.

She kept at examining the little person in her niece's arms. The little person who could very well- no scratch that. The little person who could and would change tides in the upcoming war. Oh, she damn well knew her baby brother was up and at it, the little old fucker.

Mnemosyne sighed, "Imma need your help, Donny." She looked at Poseidon who barely held himself from holding his daughter and Misting to the darkest depths of his kingdom to protect her from their family's suspicious and wary eyes.

He would've done it. He really would- if he hadn't known that his little Princess would tear him a new one. Impulsiveness was another flaw he shared with his children despite his near infinite patience. But they were all restless- it was hard to know what to expect with him and his brood. "Of course, Theía."

Mnemosyne looked at her nephew. He always had a strong sense of family, and always called her aunt. He looked younger than usual, early-to-mid-thirties or so. "Now I want you both"- she pointed at Hestia and Poseidon- "to make her feel comfortable enough- open. I'll try to get a message through to her."

"But she's asleep," Athena protested. "She's not conscious enough or aware to either hear the message or not attack you."

"I think, Sweetheart," Mnemosyne started. "That she is always aware of her surroundings. Even unconscious," she murmured softly. She was apprehensive. "You know that, you just won't admit it."

Athena looked like she swallowed a particularly sour lemon. She hated not knowing. It appeared to happen a lot when it came to her rival's daughter.

Poseidon looked at his sister, pleading. She looked at him hard, then sighed. She'd never keep a child from their parent. Poseidon immediately held her close to his chest. He smiled when she purred and snuggled into him.

The other gods looked away uncomfortable. Maybe a little jealous. Okay, alot. Zeus had half a mind to just blast her and get it over with. But he thought better of it.

He looked at the others in his council. They were either scrutinizing what was happening at the Hearth or had their focus elsewhere. Literally. They had jobs to do, domains to look after, children to glimpse and check up on, pretending to not know that he pretended to not know what they were doing. Fuck the Ancient Laws…. A scoff, yeah, right.

His wife was looking to the side, planning something. Well, fuck him…

Nonetheless, he took everyone's distraction to pull out the letter that was wedged in the demolished Minotaur's mouth. He had blasted the thing. Insolent girl…. He should have just blasted her when he had the chance on Half-Blood Hill, but doing that would definitely dishonor his daughter's sacrifice… Well, fuck. Yes, he did care. The letter-

Hello Uncle,

I'm sorry for the inconvenience of this letter, but I couldn't take the risk of it falling into the wrong hands. You would not have been reading this if you weren't fully in control of all your actions.

You and I and the entirety of Olympus, whether or not they and you admit it, know that grandfather is rising. I hope you know that playing ostriches won't be solving anything- and neither will denial. So please, be patient and read the rest of this letter. (honestly, at this point? His beard was crackling.)

Kronos has found ways to implement moles in your court without their knowledge or consent. Lord Ares (what the actual fuck?!), for one, has been under his influence for quite a while now. I tried to help him as best as I could. I know you've noticed something- you aren't King just for your good looks and libido (uhhh...thanks?). I also know that you are monitoring tonight's game. I hope that you find whatever proof or validation you are still looking for or denying its existence.

Now, as a sign of good faith, I have a particular list that might interest you.

For the past years, the supernatural world has heard whisperings of a dark stirring. I explored these not-rumors. And for the past year, I have been hunting for any of grandfather's associates- minions- mortal or otherwise, who have and still are aiding him. And I've made a list that could, if you are still doubting, prove war is imminent.

-See list on the back-( okay, seriously, what the actual fuck…. The list was long. Too long. How long has his father been working and right under his nose?!)

Also, I know how to find your Bolt. I know where it is, virtually. (The little bitch!) It's complicated. But I need to be offered/assigned an official quest- to avoid all godly interference. According to the Ancient Laws, that is.

I hope that we could work together without all the unnecessary you think an alliance might be possible? I am, so far, the only one who knows or suspect and has the ability to hunt them down? It's up to you anyway, if you want more information.

After all, unless my cousins are miraculously resurrected or freed, I am the only one who determines whether Olympus is preserved or razed….

Sincerely,

Your niece, Percillia R. Jackson

PS: If you're wondering why I sent this to you…. You're the godsdamned king, and you've been playing ostrich for way too long. You need a way to save your face when your subjects come knocking for answers. You're my Uncle, and I will help you in any way I could. You tried to kill me once with the Minotaur- I'm not an idiot, fuck you very much. I gave you a second chance. Don't fuck it up.

PPS: Please send a reply as soon as possible.

Zeus took a deep breath. He decided to think it through before exploding like last time and let his pride get out of hand. He loathed to admit that she was right. He was almost grateful for the distraction she brought with her fucked up heritage and his still unexplained protectiveness towards her. It was still debatable though, he wanted to incinerate her, but if anyone did it his blood boiled. Fucking shit. He still didn't want to talk about his father.

But with this paper he might actually start doing something. He chuckled lowly and darkly to himself. How many opportunities will she keep giving them? For how long have they been under this child's mercy? And like she said oh-so-gracefully and matter-of-fact she is the one who determines whether or not his realm is destroyed.

He had thinking to do. And a message to think of the wording for. He didn't want to sound desperate. But if the girl managed to pass the Atlanticunharmed, and his father was investing there…. Then he sorely needed her.

Strategically, the girl was already working on their children, getting them prepared for the upcoming shit. She was training them physically and mentally already. She was doing for them what they should have done for their children. The demigod death-rate was an embarrassment to them.

But… if he gave her the leeway she needed…. He could work with his beloved niece. After all, weren't they at the end of the day family?

Hello there. Whatcha think? I don't know why the Muses hate me. I tried to put in a good word for their mother. Hope that works!

I've only done it once, but I'm seriously getting tired of doing these little after-chapter summaries. Please tell me if they are useful.

Summary: Percillia is on Olympus. Morpheus attempts to venture into her mind to get the dream out of it instead of using the damn frequencies he fucking rules. Assleep-Perci tears hima new one, or tears him. The Algea appear, spoiling Perci's shocking heritage. They enjoy the torture happenning to Morpheus. Shocking feelings creep up to them. Why re they protective of the mortal. Is she even mortal or an immortal? What was so damn important that Morpheus quite literally risked his existence to show? Could it be the final proof to get Zeus's head out of his ass and start preparing for a war Kronos's been prepping for for a long while now? Will he be too late? And that letter? Can Zeus find it in him to compromise? To gag his pride and ask for help?

So next chapter could go either way- Perci POV or Olympus POV. Which would you prefer? Do you want anything in particular? The dream is important, the Perci-Kronos one- lots of revelations.

Also, I've been a horrible person. I forgot to thank you for the reviews! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Please more, I want my motivation and inspiration, aka reviews.

-3anona, out!