Sorry that this chapter is a short one. I am writing this after a long night of homework and needed a way to escape. This is why this is here. Sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes , i just needed to post something if I wanted to be able to continue this story. This chapter is more of a filler. We are almost to the action guys please hang in there!

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Chapter 3 Third-person POV

The house that he was staying at was not bad. It was completely made of marble and the beds were unbelievably soft. Poly loved her new room but, she tried not to get too comfortable since she would be moving into a new house in a matter of days. They had been staying in the guest house for about two weeks. In those two weeks, fourteen different funerals had been held. Since there were so many dead they decided on a large funeral separated by the godly parent. At Athena's kid's funeral, Percy couldn't hold it together as he saw the love of his life be covered in a shroud and burned. He silently cried as he held his daughter. His son also was honored at both the Athena and Poseidon funerals, being a legacy of both. The Hades funeral was one of the harder ones to get through. It was weird seeing four people so closely related to the King of the Dead himself die. After all of the funerals, Percy barely made it through the next week. The death of all of his friends was so final that it was hard to take in.

His daughter became a minor goddess. She became the goddess of architecture because she showed an equal interest in the subject as her mom. She, being seven didn't have any real responsibilities yet but she was at least able to live with her dad on Olympus. She was his only comfort, the only thing that kept him from going bat-shit crazy.

Nobody saw much of Percy. He kept to himself most of the time. They only saw him come out of his house to go check on some larger problems down on earth and to eat. About two weeks after all of the funerals had happened, the house was ready. It was a beautiful yet modest house. It had three bedrooms and was mostly made of marble. There were golden and bronze accents everywhere. Poly's room was the softest in the house. She designed it herself but it looked amazing. The room had tastefully placed arches and marble columns. The architecture that was displayed rivaled that of Athena's place. Percy's room was very simple, a couple of arches but not much else. His bathroom was a sight to see, however. The floor was a small river with marble stepping stones. Waterfalls were flowing from the walls. A twelve by twelve-foot room was the shower alone. It was where Percy felt the safest and he was surrounded by water.

Percy was slowly deteriorating from the inside out, the grief eating him up. He accepted the blessing from the gods to keep his daughter safe but he was starting to regret his choice. Death was better than the realizations he continued to have. He wouldn't see his son and wife in Elysium. He couldn't die so the pain would go on forever. Second, he had to help the Olympians, well for now he thought. He had thought of upright leaving them and Olympus behind but two things kept him there, one he wanted his daughter to be able to make her own decision about whether or not she agrees with him, and two he needed more time to gather up an army. He kept thinking about who might help him, but only a few names pooped into his mind. His father, Hades, and Ares. His father and Hades would see his point of view and why Zeus was failing as a leader, and Ares would help in the terms of firepower. He needed to act slowly and watch before he could act, however, but he was just making him more upset.

Poly's POV (Third Person)

As Poly walked down the halls, many people waved. She was slowly becoming a favorite minor goddess. She liked it here on Olympus but she missed her mom. She loved her dad but he was different now, darker. He would sulk around and barely acknowledge her. She had been getting annoyed with him so she talked to one of the only people she could, her grandpa.

"Papa P?" She asked. Poseidon smelled at the sound of his granddaughter.

"Yes, P?"

"What's wrong with my daddy," Poly asked. Poseidon thought about this for a while. He knew that he was grieving, they all were, but what else. He knew that his granddaughter was a smart cookie because as far as Poseidon knew, she was the only one who sensed something was off about Percy.

"I don't know sweetheart," he said kindly. "He is sad about your mom and your brother but I don't know what else."

Poly looked away defeated. She mumbled her thanks and walked out of the room with her head drawn. Her dad was up to something, she was sure of it. She was walking down the street in Olympus when she ran into someone in blue jeans and a black t-shirt. When she looked up, she saw her daddy.

Percy POV (third person)

Of course, there went his plan for going out undetected. He knew that Poseidon would find him quickly after he left but he didn't plan on his daughter stopping him. She looked into him with eyes identical to her mothers, those eyes pained him now. He would barely look at Athena now, and try not to make eye contact.

"Yes, honey," he asked kindly, holding back his anger.

"Where are you going," she asked.

"Somewhere I promise to take you in a few weeks, for now, I need to go by myself."

The idea of a chance to leave Olympus made Poly super excited. Not wanting to upset her father, she nodded her head and headed back to the house. With that Percy flashed out of Olympus.

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The waves beat up against the sandy shore as Percy overlooked the ocean. Even though he was losing his grip on the ocean, stilled calmed him. He could still control the water and it seemed to react around him, but he was careful every time he used it, scared that his Olympian powers would overshadow it, or that the Olympians would take that power away since the ocean was not his domain. Even though he worried about this, he still found that the water of Montauk still brought a great sense of peace to him.