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Percy's eyelids sluggishly fluttered up, then snapped shut, not relishing the auburn glow of the lamp above him. The lamp was reflected in a huge mirror, which Percy did not at all welcome. However, the mirror allowed him one look at himself, which Percy did not have much time categorizing. Curiously, his sea green eyes opened, because he did want a peek at himself.

His eyes staring back were dull, glazed with a pain that Percy knew all too well. No matter how things were, he still could pride himself with keeping his pain well contained. Betrayals hurt like hell, more than anything. It was like a migraine, sharp and piercing at first, but after time, you learned to mask it and ignore it. Sure, it was still there, just no longer what you're solely focused on. He cried tears no one ever saw, nor anyone would see. Because in everyone's eyes, he was a strong leader, one they idolized. He couldn't be weak, now could he?

His head was bandaged tightly, but only around the circumference. His raven hair was visible, peeking out from the pale white. It was tossed, and shaggier, but pretty much no difference. He couldn't remember what caused the injury, as all he remembered was pain. Unbearable pain. He stared into his own eyes, examining them properly for once since what seemed forever.

They were green, still, but they seemed darker, like the color when you stare into a patch of ocean that's deeper than ever. It's unlike what it was, which was light, the green of sunlight shining through a wave towering above the beach. Also, with the adoption of Chaos, he seemed to have more blue-purple hiding between the sheets of green.

In those eyes, he saw a happy him, standing next to Annabeth, holding hands.

His hands balled up into fists at the sight of those memories. That woman…she dumped him, for Adams. For a reason, yes, but an invalid excuse. He was gone for a month…but for what? It wasn't like he was out there cheating on her. In fact, he was out to marry her! And what did she take him for? A traitor! What broke his heart the most was that she had the nerve to openly snog the son of a gun. If she really wanted to…Percy would've easily chosen for her to hide it, rather than what had really happened.

And…the Olympians…Poseidon…

Best son, strongest son my ass!

As if.

And Sally… Paul…

He couldn't believe that they died…because of him. Staring at himself, he was suddenly disgusted, to the fact that he averted his eyes.

Percy instead trained his hazy gaze, still clouded with memories, to the crimson ceiling, lit up by the lava lamp, dutifully just hanging there, innocently, with no notion of running out. He wished his life was like that. Simple, hopeful, just light. He doubted that would ever happen.

As he felt his eyelids sliding shut, he had an urge to pinch himself, in search for Nico and Thalia. He was confused as his arm did not respond the slightest bit to the command. What's wrong with me?! With panic building in his chest, he felt it hard to suppress his eyes that widened in horror. His exhaustion was most utterly forgotten as he struggled silently to get the slightest twitch.

Percy's breath grew rapid and shallow, and it felt like gravity was reversed as all the air was sucked out of his lungs.

MOVE!

MOVE!

MOVE!

He couldn't breath, and heat was building up. The salty tinge of his sweat stung his wounds, but he couldn't wipe it away. His lung felt like it was collapsing, and it was impossible to breath, almost.

That must be how it feels to drown, Percy thought bitterly as he continued struggling.

His vision clouded over, and he managed to force out a strangled choke, before a blesses darkness fell upon him.

Nico and Thalia cursed themselves for falling asleep, waking up only when Percy let out a strangled choke. They were only present to see the fragments of Percy's awakening as he struggled to force air through. Them, his eyes slid shut. Nico almost immediately melted away into the shadows, leaving Thalia there to take care the best as she could.

She grimly unhooked his jaw, and almost immediately saw his body relax, air coming in as a wheeze. His pinched expression that Thalia just noticed present took a notion to disappear quickly. Thalia smiled, relieved.

Seems like training in the medic area had done some good. And there she was thinking that it was utterly stupid.

"Perce…you awake?" She whispered.

No response.

"Perce?"

"Thalia!" Nico came back, dragging a blue-coated healer along. The healer, reproving of the drag, huffed and straightened and took long strides to Percy. He examined around, and then gave a small 'hmmmm'.

Pressing a delicate finger to Percy's cheek, the healer was glad no fever had reached him. However, he needed a lot of oxygen, so he gave Percy a small pinch of Dragon's core, in powdered form. Dragon was very much cherished, because they saw them as universal guardians, healing the weak and tending to the strong. However, when they died, cores were often collected by healers, and used as a multi-purpose solution.

His jaw reattached itself and he let out a small sigh as contentment washed over him.

"Nico," Thalia whispered. "He's fine, I think. I just don't know what happened to him when he suddenly passed out. You got any idea?"

"No…"

"Doc, how's he?" Nico asked the healer still poking around at the betrayed demigod, before stepping back and exclaiming,

"He's fine, just needs to wake up and then we can hear his story. Then I can properly fix him up."

"Thanks," Thalia replied. She gave a relieved grin at the doctor, who grinned back. He was their favorite and best healer, often only tending to the three. He was private and only Percy, Thalia, and Nico asked for him. Doctor Coneh wasn't one to betray, and he had humor, which all cherished. His pointed ears, buried in a mass of blue hair, weren't hard to miss, so they all could call for him easily.

"Okay…he should be waking up right about…now…" Coneh said with a frazzled smile. Thalia smirked, and said,

"No, I don't think so…"

Nico gave a short laugh. They had a thing going on, that whenever one of them was injured, they would bet on when the guy (or gal) would wake up. More often than not, Doctor Coneh won, but Thalia had her moments. "Personally, I think Coneh's right this time…"

There was once when the three were on separate missions: Thalia on a mission to recruit new soldiers from a nearby galaxy, Nico searching for dead soldiers, and Percy

Thalia gave a death glare but didn't say anything.

True to the healer's words, Percy gave a moan and stretched himself out.

"HAH! Told you! He woke up!" The healer danced around with triumph, while Thalia gave him a packet of coffee beans. That was the thing they always betted on: Coffee.

While the rain children produced good coffee beans, rare coffee beans were often exchanged between the Imperial Army.

Percy bolted up, eyes wide with panic as he felt pain, unbearable pain, swelling in his chest. It was like a blister, there, but you weren't sure what to do with it. Should you pop it? Or would you leave it there, letting it pop on its own? Percy wasn't sure either, so as a test, he coughed lightly. Then it all came out at once.

Thalia came over. Nico came over. Coneh bolted towards him.

He coughed over and over again, hacking and hacking, blood splattering on his hands and the crook of his elbow as he fought to keep it under control. He didn't know what was wrong, and neither did his cousins, because all they did was pat him on the back awkwardly and whisper words of comfort.

"Back off!" Coneh announced. They both snapped their gaze towards him. "I know what to do," He said. "Go on, let me see him." They reluctantly did, but stared at Percy as his coughs rapidly spurted out.

Coneh strided over, and placed a hand on his chest.

"Feels better?" Coneh asked.

"Feels cool, like mint," Percy rasped. His coughs slowed and they turned into little wheezes, as Coneh continued to apply the cool gas. It was like a mint. After you eat it, when you drink water, it's all icy. Your throat is very cold and you feel refreshed.

Eventually, he was back to normal, breathing with little puffs, his eyes closed as he sought to get over what to him was very traumatizing.

"Ugh…" Percy opened his eyes. "So, who won?"

"Me," The healer said smugly. Percy laughed lightly, as not to strain his voice.

"Thalia, whaddya pay this time?"

"Ugh…" Thalia punched the wall lightly in frustration. "I had to pay up my favorite…and this is the third time in a row! It's not fair he's a healer!"

"I-" The healer began, but was quenched by Percy as he blurted out,

"Hey, I can move again!" excitedly. Nico frowned, Thalia rolled her eyes, and the healer seemed interested. Percy went around the room flapping arms and dancing a jig, looking most like a chicken.

"Seems like you got your energy back," Nico yawned. Thalia, Nico and the healer all were exhausted. However, the Hunter needed to bet with the healer and Nico couldn't go to sleep, so there was hardly any reason to leave the medical room up until then. "And your voice," He added.

"Yeah, but…it was so weird!" Percy looked down, confused, at his own hands. "I wasn't able to move for a very long time…and then I started to panic…and then I couldn't breathe…and now I was coughing!"

The three all looked at Coneh expectantly. He sighed. "Yes, I know what happened, happy? He had a panic attack. There."

"He WHAT?" Thalia enquired. "He had a panic attack? Percy? That doesn't make sense!"

"Yeah, that doesn't really," Nico admitted. "Percy's never really panicked before, so why now? Besides, he's second-in-command of this whole entire army! What'll the soldiers say if they knew? And if it was real, even?"

"When was I ever wrong?" Coneh asked haughtily. He swung his mop of blue hair. "N-E-V-E-R, never!" All three demigods looked doubtful.

"Well, there's a first to everything," Percy said hesitantly. He seemed like he didn't want to accept the fact he had a panic attack. He only heard that panic attacks were for suicidal people and stuff like that. And Percy DEFINITELY wasn't suicidal.

"But I would never!" Coneh cried insistently, batting his arms at air, gesticulating wildly. "I'm PERFECT! I-"

"Okay, fine, maybe I did have a panic attack…" Percy sheepishly muttered. "I was panicking…and I know the symptoms. A girl in our army suffers from them…and I was helping her…"

"If you say so," Nico sighed. "But Coneh, what do we do to treat it if it happens again? Because they don't just occur once after the first time, I'm sure…" Coneh looked up at the ceiling, silent. They all could tell he was thinking hard. But then again, when was he giving random answers?

"…Pinch the small of his back."

"U-Um, may I interrupt?" A meek voice called from the doorway of the three's dorms. From the little crack he opened, the soldier saw a lot. He saw his commander, Omega, sitting boredly by himself in a cushiony little armchair, curled up, surveying the room with one eye shut. His chin was propped up by his fist, and his curly hair was messed up from sleeping so long. Stereotypical bed hair would be the right definition.

Then he saw his Alpha, though not his commander, still very important to him, flipping through a book about panicking. Why he would be interested the soldier did not know, but it was certainly interesting seeing his sea green eyes flying over the page, like last minute studying for the finals. The carpet didn't seem like an ideal place for the little soldier with orange hair to stay, but there his Alpha was, on the carpet.

His Gamma was standing on the balcony, looking a tad bit nervous as she looked down. The soldier had a fear of heights, so he wasn't too surprised when she caught his stare and stammered feebly, "I-It's just the heights, no problem."

"What is it?" The Italian boy called, flopping off the armchair to draw himself to his fullest height. The Hunter stumbled back in and collapsed on the still warm armchair. The beach boy neatly marked the page and set it aside.

"U-Um, Lord Chaos has returned. He called for a meeting."

"Thank you, Cameron," Nico called as the boy bolted out of the room.

"I wonder what it could be," Percy mused. "Hopefully I kill someone who doesn't have machine guns hidden in his trench coat again…" Thalia gave a slight laugh, but buckled on her boots and pulled the two along.

The meeting was held where the three were first rescued to, after Order regained his evil senses. It was like a planetarium, but with only twelve seats. These thrones all represented a person. Yes, they met Chaos often, but there were eight more thrones, all signifying eight people. These people they hardly ever met. They were comrades but very far apart. They were always on separate missions.

"Hi Chaos!" Thalia greeted somewhat brightly, before plopping down two seats down from his throne. As soon as she sat down on her throne, it shimmered, and it was a sky blue, with ripples of air spreading across in motion. It vibrated off her throne and into others.

"Hey," He greeted, before turning to Percy, and beckoning to him to sit down in his throne next to the biggest, which rightfully belonged to Chaos. Percy sat down, and waves crawled up his legs, and painted the throne a blue sky and a vast ocean.

Nico did the same, and shadows formed skulls, and embedded themselves.

Next came in three people: A girl with two high, pink pigtails. She had flowers in her hair, and a dress of shimmering lavender. A boy with shaggy, blue hair. He had armor on, and blood stained most of it, painting it a rusty red. He had red eyes, and a cruel smile. Also, a girl with green hair barely brushing her shoulders also came in. Her eyes were an icy blue, and she had a shirt made out of ice, pants made out of water, streaming up and down, and boots made out of ice in a shape of a vine.

"Yo, Bright, Fang, Stream!" Percy smiled and waved. Only Bright waved back, a daisy unnecessarily shooting out towards him. Fang just shrugged and Stream gave a slight twitch with her lips.

They all sat down.

Slowly, they all trickled in, and sat down, too.

"Earth is in danger," Chaos announced. "Order has decided to strike." Hearing that, they all straightened just a slightest bit.

Percy scowled. "Let me guess. You want us to go and save them."

Longest I ever wrote! I apologize for the VERY late update... So yeah. I hope you see this long chapter as makeup for the lost ones...