So here's the third chapter.

Earlier:

"IT MEANS YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON! YOU'VE UNKNOWINLY PUT THE BLAME ON A COMPLETELY IN-NO-CENT PERSON! HE'S HURT! BETRAYED! HE LOST EVERYTHING , HIS GIRLFRIEND, HIS FRIENDS, HIS COLLEAUGES," she calmed down, but was immediately hit with a wave of sadness. "And his parents. He lost his beloved parents…HE CAME BACK, ONLY TO BE KILLED TWO HOURS LATER! WITHOUT KNOWING THAT HIS PARENTS ARE NO LONGER ON THIS WORLD!" If she keeps this up…People will naturally suspect me, seeing as the rumors started from me….. "Apollo, you should know that, shouldn't you? I'm not lying, right?"

"Um, no, you're not," he said, apparently still shaken by his aunt's behavior.

"We don't need him! He's just a scrawny spawn of Poseidon that can't hold a sword properly!" I hastily amended.

"Or are you just talking about yourself?" An unfamiliar voice called out.

Third person POV

Hearing the deep, rich, and grave voice, everyone whipped around, trying to find the source of it. Well, except Dionysus, who was snoozing on his chair, a magazine on his face. Everyone heard him belch,

"Stop it! Give me back my buttered horse hooves!" Everyone sniggered, but was jolted back to reality, most likely unwilling, when Zeus spoke.

"SHOW YOURSELF!"Zeus demanded. Immediately afterwards, a blindingly purple glow enveloped the throne room. Instinctively, everybody shielded their eyes, until gradually, the glow faded away, unveiling dramatically a man all dressed in black. Obsidian eyes bore into the mad azure ones of Zeus. "WHO ARE YOU TO INTERRUPT US?" Zeus interrogated. The man just chuckled. His cloak came over his sweater and fell to his dark blue boots. His ruffled jeans added to his image of darkness, and the daggers at his side threatened them silently.

"You are still the child before," His eyes laughed silently. He had visited them when they were very young, a few millennia back. "It seems you have become king."

"W-Who are you?"Zeus glared at the intruder. He seemed familiar, but Zeus just couldn't remember him. Let's see...not Hades, definitely not any of the primordials, so...who?

"Order, creator,"He introduced. Athena's reaction had been immediate. Her eyes widened in shock, then she frowned, and then shrieked,

"Father! Don't trust this liar!" No one had seen Athena loose her cool so badly, and stared at her in shock. Annabeth blinked at her, cocked her head, then had an epiphany.

"L-Lord Zeus, if I remember right, wasn't Chaos the creator?" Athena nodded furiously, and suspiciously stared at Order.

"Now that you mention it..." Zeus frowned. The scowl on Order's face was evident. He took a deep breath, and seemed to be counting to high numbers already.

"Let me explain,"He stiffly said, finally regaining control of himself. The throne room was silent, and the demigods just stared at him. Athena and Zeus reluctantly nodded, and gestured for him to start. He curtly nodded, and took a deep breath. "I am the real creator. My arrogant and vain brother, Chaos, got jealous and took over the universe, not that I could stop him. I had just drained my core. Well, almost drained my core. Anyways, he plotted to overthrow me with the primordials, and succeeded. I was forgotten, and basically faded."

"T-Then, how are you here?" Athena curiously asked. Annabeth had hoped she'd ask that. She soaked up every word that he said, and was shocked.

"I was brought to life by my brother every time," He sighed. Everyone's jaw dropped, except for Samuel. He gently closed Annabeth's mouth.

"Come on, if you don't keep it closed it will catch flies,"he joked. Athena paled even more, if possible, when she saw that Samuel seemed to already know. She shook her head. Samuel probably wouldn't lie, even if Apollo said otherwise.

"T-That's ridiculous," Zeus weakly chuckled, his face paling. Order's face hardened.

"I still have a reason to come here, you know?"He snarled. Zeus stuttered,

"Y-Yes, sir." Order somehow managed to give them the chills not even looking at them. It just...rolled off him. Clarisse sniggered at Zeus's use of 'sir', but immediately stopped at the look on Order's face.

"I've come to confirm Hestia and Apollo's truth," Order said with his eyes closed. Hestia and Apollo looked at each other in surprise.

"And what may that be?"Zeus snapped, glaring venomously and trying to maintain his anger. Ares growled,

"Don't tell me you're here because that punk. He probably ran to you crying his eyes out." Thalia and Nico cried out in response, but Aphrodite, for once, lost her cool.

"Shut up!" She cussed. Everyone now had their attention trained solely on her. Noticing the staring, she haughtily said, "What? Just because I like makeup doesn't mean I don't get angry." Blinking, the demigods turned their rather unfocused attention on to Order.

After several outbursts and one black eye, the throne room was finally quiet enough to listen to Order.

"I came here on behalf of Peseus,"He started. Faces wrinkled in disgust and hatred, others with pity and sadness, but in Poseidon's case, longing.

"I gathered as much," Athena agreed to Order,who stared coldly at her in return.

"So I was right," grumbled Ares. Poseidon frowned at him, he didn't think Percy would just admit defeat, although he had to admit, after Samuel, he hadn't really paid attention to him...

"Yes and no,"Order agreed. He checked the time. Almost time to go back; there was a meeting with the army to introduce Percy. He was going to have to hurry up.

"Spit it out, prissy!"Ares said vehemently. That, however, had been a wrong move. An invisible force slammed the supposedly 'war god' into the marble floor, rendering him unconscious. Zeus shook his head, fully aware that creators must be treated with respect. Well, with the little bit of brain in him.

"Anyway,"Order continued, as if a war god did not just interfere,"Perseus is innocent." The effect had been immediate. Uproars and booing filled the throne room, and the demigods nearly went on a killing rampage. The pandemonium was one of a crowd of hungry lions. Annabeth had curled her lip up in disgust, and Leo had set the toy helicopter he was tinkering with on fire. Meanwhile, Samuel, was standing in a corner, far from the crowd, sneering, although not at Perseus, but at the progress of the plan. These people were so dull, the plan would be ready in no time, and they would be able to execute it perfectly.

"YOU LIE!"Zeus boomed, but Order just stared at him defiantly. He was going protect Perseus with every ounce of his strength. Annabeth bit her lip and looked down. Samuel was the one who seemed more suspicious in this situation...How come she hadn't defended Percy? She could have at least tried to stop Samuel. Realizing the truth, she turned around and faced the crowd with a sad expression. One that said 'It is the truth' in a melancholy way. The gods, were however oblivious to this fact. Thalia and Nico nodded, stepping out to talk, but were taken away and sentenced to kill. They were dragged away with one dagger poked into their backs and jingling handcuffs announcing their visit through the silence of the room. Zeus was definitely in a bad mood.

"YOU GUYS ARE ALL IDIOTS OF HELL!" The throne room heard Thalia's last words before she was taken away.

"Annabeth Chase! Turn around right now!" Athena said, anger coating her voice. Annabeth flinched at that, and slowly, turned her back to the crowd, and faced her 'mother'. She wasn't really a mother anymore. More like a shell of a mother. Yes, technically, she was Annabeth's mother, but didn't have the feelings. Yes, she gave birth to her, but where did the motherly acts go? She was as far away from being a mother as possible. Annabeth didn't even feel like this woman was her own flesh and blood anymore, much less the 'mother daughter' talks.

"Yes, mother?"Annabeth timidly asked, trying to keep any emotion from seeping into her voice, though cautiousness and fear fought its way into those two words. Athena, dressed in her grey outfit, hardly stared at her. Annabeth looked away, burning with shame, although she didn't know why.

"You know something we don't, do you?" She ruefully asked, as if sad that she was holding a secret from her mother. Annabeth looked at the floor, suddenly very interested in her grey sneakers. She tried not to play with her shirt, and after debating the chances, possibilities, and feelings, she straightened back up, and said,

"I do. But, I won't tell you," Her voice was angered and hurt. "I will however, tell the other people. If you mind stepping out for a moment." Annabeth had snapped. Tears gathered in her eyes as she faced down her own mother. She had done what she had wanted to for years. Talk back to her mother. Time to time, something inside her had nudged her, telling her to say something. She said nothing. Nothing except talk politely to her, although deep down, she was burning with hatred. Where was she when she was all alone in the dark, praying the spiders won't bite her again? Where was that woman when she was alone, rejected? Where was that she when Annabeth had needed her most? It just wasn't fair. Percy could just swim down and talk to his father whenever he wanted to. But he chose not to. That was his own choice. This neglect, however, had nothing from her in it. No opinion from Annabeth.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that,"Athena coldly and threateningly said, her eyes narrowing. Annabeth's head snapped toward Malcolm, who was trying to get her to calm down. Three pearly tears made its way out of her eye in the process, and landed on Athena's palm. It shone, as if signaling something. Athena's eyes widened. Her daughter, Annabeth, was crying. Had she really hurt her that bad? She didn't remember anything...

"I can talk to you like that!" Annabeth snapped. The throne room was in shock. Order sighed, and checked the time. One more hour. Oh, well. "You were never there for me, yet I still have to talk to you as if you were there in my everyday life? You never said I had to talk to you politely, I never wanted to! It was the fact that everyone seemed to respect you that I talked like that! I'd see you visit Malcolm, but sweep pass me as if I didn't exist! Do you know how that feels?"

"I-I..." for once, Athena was at a loss for words. Order impatiently cleared his throat. Immediately, all heads snapped towards him.

"I don't have much time! So, just listen!" Order said, irritated. Zeus 'shhed' everyone, and told them to listen with such force that everyone had to cover their ears or else become deaf. " As I was saying, Perseus is innocent. Hush!" The room had almost started an uproar again.

"Go on,"Athena gestured. Order nodded in appreciation, and closed his eyes. He opened his mouth, and shouted,

"YOU GODS, DON'T YOU REALIZE THE TRUTH NOW? THE TRUTH THAT PERSEUS WAS THE REAL HERO ALL ALONG!" Everyone blinked, their hands on their ears. Dionysus had woken up, and mumbled blearily,

"Are you here to give me my buttered horse hooves?" He was, however, woken up when two immature gods tackled him and tickled him. Everyone could hear the shrieks of 'STOP IT!' or 'I'M A GOD! I'M NOT TICKLISH!', but laughed maniacally, even after the tickling stopped. Apollo and Hermes ran back to their thrones, where they gave each other fist-bumps. Dionysus got off the floor, and brushed himself off. He walked back to the throne, before falling asleep yet again. Order rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Perseus is innocent. He was blamed on. He never did anything,"Order stated. There were muffled replies, but all heard Leo's cry of,

"Then what was he doing in Tartarus?"Order looked at Chiron, who stiffly replied,

"It was a top-secret mission that only Athena, Perseus, and I knew of,"He started, and Athena looked down in shame. "It was to spy on the Titans. Not for anything else...but then I got twisted by that boy there,"He said, pointing a finger at Samuel, who just shrugged. "I was sure everyone else also was..."He looked around, who also nodded in understanding of the situation.

"Perseus came back, only to find everybody hating him,"Katie Gardener sadly stated. She, along with the other campers, were buried in shame. All except Samuel Adams looked down and realized their mistakes. Katie looked around, suddenly alarmed. "Speaking of Percy, where'd he go?" She looked around frantically, only to find not even a hair. Everyone looked around, only to find the space where he was lying empty. He was gone.

"What are you worrying about? I am the real hero!"Samuel bluffed, trying to make sure he wasn't discovered. Sadly, that only made him more suspicious.

"Prove it then. Prove you are the real hero!" Order smirked, knowing that unless he wanted to die, that boy would admit his crimes using this trick he had prepared.

"Idiot. And how do you think I would do that?" Samuel's eyes narrowed. He knew that man had a trick hidden up his sleeve...just what?

"Swear on River Styx," Order stated firmly, and inwardly grinned. There was no way out. He could not teleport, nothing. That is, unless he wanted to die. But, if he died, they would know without doubt that he wasn't, effectively trapping him like a mouse in a corner with a cat towering over it. The boy paled drastically, and said,

"You win."

And so I'm finally done! As for the phrase trapping him like a mouse in a corner with a cat towering over it, I forgot the actual phrase for it, so if anyone could remind me...