Disclaimer – I don't own Claymore or PJO… Never have, and never will. All I own is the plot. JUST the plot.

For the powerful, crimes are those that others commit. ~ Noam Chomsky

Time skip-

Third Person POV:

Purple. That was the primary color of the current age.

Purple splattered across the street as a massive Claymore ripped through the body of a Yoma, destroying the silence present in the streets.

Then, there was panic. The primary emotion of that age. As the villagers saw the Organization's warrior slice up a human body, their hearts swelled with emotion, and their minds filled with terror. All their instincts were telling them to get away from the monstrous hybrid standing in front of them… he was part-Yoma, and this was what the Yoma were meant to do – Eradicate the human race.

And now, under the pretense of being saviors, these Yoma had come for them. As they watched the dissected human body fall apart on the floor, their minds started to panic… their inner fears had come true. Nothing would save them from the monstrous creatures. Even the so-labelled saviors were monsters themselves. They were murderers. Slayers.

But even as the people all began to scream and shout, the white-clad warrior remained calm. Snorting at the disgraceful behavior of the townsfolk, he sheathed his Claymore on his back, and waited for his audience to realize what had really happened. Unlike him, they did not have the gift of Yoki sensing, and as such, they were unable to differentiate between monster and human. And that was quite misleading in situations such as this one.

He was used to this procedure, by now. This was the third town in which the people had panicked… it was the third time he had been forced to wait for the townsfolk to stop their screaming so that he could explain the situation to them. It was pathetic, really, how quick these people were to making assumptions. But then again, it wasn't their fault. In times such as these, nobody could be trusted, because anybody could be any… thing. Like that massive purple brute lying on the street currently. A Yoma that had been posing as a human.

Not even a minute after its death, the Yoma had started to convert into its original, natural form. The pink flesh on the corpse started to tinge and tan, as the muscle mass of the entire body began to increase. Within the span of a minute, the fragile human corpse turned into a mangled mess of a disgusting, purple body. The slow, revolting, and absolutely gruesome change had captured the attention of the entire town once again, and they had begun to whisper in hushed tones.

The silver-eyed warrior took this chance to deliver the usual speech, so that he could finish his job here and move on to is next assignment. He really wanted to get out of this town… for some reason, it was giving him the creeps. He could detect no Yoki for miles around, but there was something very, very... off about this place. No… off wasn't the best word for it. It felt… oddly familiar, even though he was sure he had never been here before.

And then, there was that tingling sense in the back of his neck that was screaming, "DANGER!" Maybe he had just been in the sun for too long… either way, the quicker he got out of this town, the better for him.

Putting his worries and fears aside, he put on an expressionless mask and he spoke out to all the folk that were gathered there, "There are no other Yoma in this town. You requested the Organization's aid, and they have delivered it. Your town is cleansed. Shortly, a man dressed in black will come to collect the fee for completing the assignment. Please do give him the necessary amount."

Then, he turned on his heel and began to walk away, before a last thought stopped him dead in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder at the assembled crowd, he gave one last statement before stepping out of the town's borders, "Should you FAIL to do so…. The Organization will never send aid to this village again, come hell or high water."

"Pay the fee now… or you will never need to do so again." And with that, the silver-clad blond went off on his merry way.

Meanwhile, a certain teen dressed in a black cloak started to chuckle lightly at the warrior's words. Perseus knew this man. They had met before, in a completely different situation… in a completely different world – a world without monsters.

That man had once been a boy… with ice-blue eyes, and shoulder-length silver hair. A young, small child who had become a victim of the slave market. For the 24-year-old, it was amazing to see how much the kid had grown. In just 6 years, the boy had come so far…

All it took was 6 years. From a quiet, little kid who was scared of merchants and bandits… to a warrior at the top of his class. "Isley," Percy said to himself, as he jumped down from the rooftop, "Isley… the first."

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It was clear to anybody who saw Percy that he was in an amazing mood. He was joyously skipping down a cart track with a grin plastered on his face. He had even changed his appearance to that of a cheerful 10-year-old, and that just went to show how happy he was.

He had just walked past the strongest warrior from the Organization… without being detected! Previously, such a feat had been practically impossible due to the extreme amounts of power that he had. Even Dae and Rimuto, who didn't have Yoma flesh and blood in them, had occasionally remarked that they could feel the power radiating off of him.

Apparently, just standing next to Perseus when he was angry could be a near-impossible task, due to the immense pressure that you would feel in his presence. So, today was a really big day for Percy. He had finally achieved total control over his Yoki powers. Now, he knew how to perfectly conceal his identity from even the best of warriors.

And his Yoki sensing was off the charts… he had sensed Isley coming from MILES away, even when the number one warrior had done his best to conceal his Yoki. In fact, Percy was sure that, if he concentrated hard enough, he would be able to tell the rough position of at least the top ten warriors from ANYWHERE on this island. At the very least, he would be able to narrow their location down to a circular area with a radius of around 2 miles or so, depending on how far they were from him, and how much Yoki aura they were emitting.

And that finally gave him the confidence he needed. For the past 18 months, he had been avoiding the major towns entirely, just in case. He had done his best to remain hidden from the Organization so that they wouldn't be able to rope him back into their matters. He had stuck to the smaller towns to avoid getting any unwanted attention.

Using the phone which he had obtained during his time as a council member, he had been able to keep a track of everything that the Organization had been doing in the past year, at the cost of his personal comfort and lifestyle. By staying relatively close to the Organization's Headquarters, he had been able to frequently update his logs about the Organization's warriors.

So, by staying connected to their network, he had been able to use their database to access all the necessary information about their latest experiments, log entries, and missions. However, the system had caused lots of problems. For one, Percy had needed to constantly keep moving in accordance with the various missions. Up until now, he hadn't been able to stay in the same town as a Claymore lest they should notice his presence and create a scene.

For another, it had forced him to stay within the Eastern areas, close to the Organization, which didn't really allow him to explore the continent after his initial trip to Rabona. Occasionally, the system had even caused problems for Percy with regards to his food schedule. Being as ridiculously over-powered as he was, he needed to eat at least once in 4 months. Well, not actually needed. Due to his numerous blessings, he could actually go years without food and continue to draw energy from the environment all around him.

But still, his stomach would compel him to go and feast every 4 months, out of an… instinctual hunger. Which meant that Percy needed to go and kill an entire town full of people once every 4 months to quench his bloodlust. But his wishes to stay away from the Organization's warriors and close to the Organization's headquarters caused troubles for him. There had been a few cases where Percy simply did not have any Eastern villages on his online map to go to.

Sometimes, it had been because the maps just hadn't been updated, and sometimes, it was because of the terrible wi-fi he got from his network providers. Being at such a great distance, Percy had needed to make a series of network boosters to be able to access the Organization's logs, and that meant that he had the worst internet EVER. Of all time.

By increasing the network's range, he had decreased its capacity MASSIVELY. And occasionally, one of those extenders would malfunction, and Percy would have a whole new problem. He had tried his best, but godly powers and blessings only went so far. With almost no previous experience in the fields of technology and engineering, he had ended up giving himself the most BASIC network, with a download speed of around 1 MBPS.

So, occasionally, that meant that he couldn't get any data at all from the servers. No data meant no maps, and since he needed to stick as close to the HQ as possible, he couldn't just go searching for villages. And as regretful as he was about it, his sixth-sense maps still weren't good enough to provide him with all sorts of information. If he sensed a town, he wouldn't know whether it was occupied or deserted, because his maps didn't work at a range greater than 2 miles, and even at that distance, they weren't super-accurate.

Which meant that he would have to sit and wait, for weeks and months on end, for the Organization to update their maps and account for the villages created and destroyed over the course of time. All because he wanted to avoid around 20 idiots. He should have just killed them all and been done with it.

Truth be told, he wasn't scared of the Organization. The only reason he was hiding was because he was tired of the people there, and generally never wanted to see their faces again. He knew that he could probably take on all 47 warriors and come out on top, but he saw absolutely no reason to. 'Why fight pointlessly and waste my energy on such trash, when I can sit back and avoid them all entirely?' That was the question that popped up in his mind every time he thought of the matter.

Besides, his real enemy was still out there, in some other world. So, he needed to find a way to go and kill the asshole that had taken his family from him. Having the Organization behind him all the time would just be a nuisance to him, something that would hinder his progress instead of speeding it up. He hated those kinds of things. So, it was much better for him to stay away from the Organization for the time being.

Of course, at a later date, he would come back to the Organization. He would go and fight their 'mainland war'. Anything to get stronger before he fought the Creator. In the meantime, it was best for him to remain hidden from the Organization. While gathering information, he could also keep a tab on the… stronger warriors from the Organization, so that he could kill them and take their Yoki for himself.

The number ones of each generation would probably be the only 'Claymores' worthy of his attention over the years. Not too long ago – just after his trip to Rabona, he had encountered a small team of 4 warriors, with the ranks of 7, 13, 20 and 43. The Number 43 warrior had given just about twice the amount a normal Yoma would. But twice zero was still zero. Out of the entire group, he had only felt any sort of power increase upon killing the number 7 warrior. And even that had been a minimal amount.

That was part of the reason Percy was so eager to fight the Asarakam. If Percy had become THIS powerful by consuming a small part of the Asarakam's flesh, then killing a REAL, full-sized Asarakam would give him immense amounts of Yoki! That's what theory said, anyway, and the Percy's Athena-influenced brain believed firmly in theory.

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(Somewhere else)

Somewhere far away, in a pit that lead far, FAR below the surface of the planet, a council meeting was taking place.

At least, that's what Athena had hoped would be happening. In reality, it had turned into just another massive family argument. Even in tense situations like these, in such melancholy times when their home had been lost, their thrones of power destroyed, their heroes killed mercilessly, and their hopes nearly shattered, Zeus' ego still reigned over the family of gods.

But Athena had seen and heard enough of this bullshit. Her father could be considered an… acceptable ruler, most of the time, but as soon as there was even the slightest sign of trouble, he shifted gears and turned into a paranoid asshole. Then, he would start acting like a brash, brainless idiot, to put it kindly. She had so many examples to give as back-ups to that statement.

For example, there was the case of Prometheus and the fire. Zeus, out of paranoia, had tried his best to restrain the development of the human race from the moment Athena had breathed life into them. Then, to back up his ego, he had chained Prometheus to a rock and set an eagle upon him for eons when the old Titan had given them the gift of fire. Then, there was the whole fiasco with Pandora and the stupid jar.

Then, there was literally every war and oath in history. Every time a threat of war popped up, Zeus either ignored it, considering it unimportant, or he shut himself off, pretending it didn't exist. And the last few times he had done it… Athena had lost several of her children… including Annabeth, her favorite daughter, the same daughter who had returned her Parthenos… and restored her glory and honor. And now they were ALL dead.

No, Athena had had too much of personal loss because of her father's nonsense to give a damn anymore. With that thought, she stood up from her makeshift throne, and marched right out of the room they were sitting in, leaving the rest of her family to argue.

She was going to have a talk with the Moirai… so that she could get an actual grasp on their situation. The only other person who actually seemed bothered by what was going on at all… was Poseidon. But then again, that was only because his son was directly involved… and because he was turning into a blood-thirsty murderer. Seriously, her family really lacked brains.

They were always too busy doing stupid, unimportant, unnecessary things to notice that the world they lived in was not only about them! Artemis was always bickering with her twin, the Big Three were always quarreling among themselves, waiting for someone to conspire against them so that they could kill each other, Ares and Aphrodite were always busy doing… their own things, Hephaestus was always tinkering with something or the other in his workshops, Hera was too busy moping around and screaming for vengeance at someone or the other, Demeter was too busy with her stupid cereals and her daughter, and Dionysus was always drunk.

Everybody on the council was always so self-absorbed that they completely missed the outside world, no matter how grave or obvious the situation was. Frankly, Athena was sick of it. The only person in the ENTIRE family that she had respect for was her aunt, Hestia. There was no blemish on her aunt's record, but everybody else in her family was straight-up crazy. Even then, her aunt was a peaceful goddess, and she wouldn't fight nobody, no matter what.

Her father had EATEN her mother, her stepmother was known for being clinically insane and her brothers were Ares, Dionysus, and Apollo – did she really have to say anything more? She really didn't want to, at this point; they were the three biggest losers that their universe had ever seen. It was best to let bygones be bygones.

So, for now, she had to focus on finding the Moirai, her three great aunts… of sorts. Who just so happened to be the ex-goddesses of Fate, with the 'ex' added on because they had let go of their domain when their grandfather had tried to kill them in order to escape justice for breaking the laws of the universe that he himself had created. "See what I mean?" She said to herself, "My whole family is fucked up!"*

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5 months later-

(Somewhere else)

Having a lone, 8-year-old child arrive at your village wasn't a very common thing. Which is why the arrival of a small 8-year-old boy at the gates of one of a lonely southern settlement… had caused a commotion.

In this day and age, having a person coming to your town was strange enough, and having a group of people coming was even rarer. A lone family? Yeah, that had never happened. A lone child? That was even rarer than never! Neverer? Regardless, the point was that the chances of a lone child surviving more than an hour outside the village borders, between the bandits, the Yoma and the strange weather conditions, were so close to 0 that they had never even been considered as real possibilities.

So, this kid should be a cause for suspicion, right? WRONG!

The thought hadn't even crossed the villagers' minds. All they saw was a kid… and he was in rags. The kid was as thin as a stick, as if he hadn't eaten in months, which would make sense, considering that he was coming from OUTSIDE the villages. And yet, he looked drained, as if he had been doing work constantly without sleep for years… which again, made sense, considering that he had come from outside. And since he couldn't have survived on his own for long, he must have recently lost his family… Oh, the poor kid.

Yup, they were too busy pitying the kid to be concerned with how suspicious his arrival at a lonely, unknown village – and one in the middle of nowhere at that – was.

And in their conceited pity, they lost their sense of caution completely. They huddled around the newcomer, treating him like a fragile piece of glass, offering him food, drink and shelter. In hindsight, that probably wasn't the best offer to make. I mean hospitality is good, sure…. But there is a limit for everything.

One of the village elders, seeing the child's state, knelt down next to him, and asked him the only two important questions: "Where are you from, kid? And how long have you been out there?" And there was no response.

Due to the hooded cloak that the little child was wearing, the old man couldn't see any sort of facial response to his answer, and without any response – verbal or otherwise, he had no clue what to do. All he knew was that now, this kid was starting to really creep him out. For one thing, he was wearing a black, tattered cloak, which was no child's apparel, and for another, practically NOTHING could be seen under it.

As the elderly man counted the seconds tick past, he couldn't help but notice how there was absolutely nothing at all visible under that hood. It was just pure black. Something about it was really starting to freak him out, and subconsciously, he started to edge away from the new kid. Unsure of how to proceed, he started to fumble in his wording, "Uhhh…. Well, ok, uh… sure, never mind that…. You're… uh… coming from outside the villages… so, you must be hungry, right?"

And, in response, he got his first reaction – a very feeble set of noises, perhaps an attempt at speech by the child. "Did you say something, kiddo?" The elderly man just didn't know what else to ask, at this point… he needed this conversation to be a little more two-sided, so it couldn't hurt to press for a response.

And he got one. A much clearer one, this time. It was a hollow, raspy noise, with a malicious tint to it that could freeze blood to ice. It sounded like chalk being dragged on a black board… like metal being clanged against rock. With a jitter of shock, the villagers recognized that sound to be… laughter. Maniacal, diabolical, and insanely creepy laughter.

Slowly, they started to step away from the 8-year-old. And, just when they were about to turn and bolt off, his ice cold, scratchy voice froze them in place, "You know… now that I think about it…. I really AM hungry." And then, a thin line spread across the darkness, under his hood, where his mouth would be.

Slowly, that line turned upwards to form a smirk, and just when it was reaching its peak, two blood red eyes with vertically slit silver pupils opened up, and anyone who saw them could have sworn that they were glowing with malice. The kid's jaw dropped and the skin retracted, allowing the villagers to see his stark white, pointed teeth… which were dripping with blood.

And that creepy image of blood-soaked teeth and golden, slit pupils was the last thing that elderly man saw, as one massive, bladed tail revealed his guts to the whole world. As he stared into those gilded, snake-like pupils, the last thought that came to his mind was coincidentally enough, a famous quote from another planet…. 'There's always a dark side to an innocent face.'

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(Somewhere else)

Two young, stunningly beautiful women were sitting at a table, drinking tea. The room they were seated in was a normal, inn-styled room with whitewashed walls, little furniture, and artsy decorations.

With such simplistic surroundings, and such identical appearances, the two could have passed off for normal human twins, if not for the massive, white wings that were unfurled behind each of them. That, along with the huge holographic projection in the center of the room, indicated that these two were not normal people.

As one of the two calmly took a sip from her cup of tea, the other woman spoke up and asked her companion a question, "So, what should we do?" The other woman put down her cup and responded to the other's question with a question, "What do you mean?" Pointing a finger at the holographic projection in the room, the first woman responded with, "What I mean, sister, is what we should do about that."

The second sister turned her attention to the center of the room, where a 3-D model of a town was being displayed. Well, its likeness was closer to live footage than it was to a model, all things considered. As the two sisters watched on, a 50-foot tall monster bent down and swiped his hand through the village, picking up nine villagers, along with lots of rubble, before popping them, along with the rocks and everything else, into his mouth like they were candy.

With the village completely destroyed and all its inhabitants either crushed or digested, the monster threw its head up and roared loudly, thereby frightening every man, woman and child within 10 miles of the place. Then, it started to shrink, the greyish-black tint of its skin turning fainter and fainter by the second. The flames slowly stopped dripping from his wings as they shrunk from their 60-foot wingspan to a smaller, more reasonable 10-foot wingspan. The three axe-bladed tails shrunk back into the creature's body as it continued to rapidly decrease in mass.

Finally, the two pairs of black horns on the creature's head started to draw themselves back into the head, and the bony armor plating on the beast's face turned to dust and blew away in the wind, leaving behind an 18 year old male figure crouching on the ground.

"Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now." The famous JK Rowling quote was the reply that the second woman gave to her sister. In response, the first woman stared incredulously at her twin, before asking in disbelief, "Seriously? That's it?"

"Yes, Clare, that is it. Why?" Were you expecting a different answer?" The second twin asked in a slightly mocking tone. "Of course, I was expecting a different answer! Do you seriously plan on doing nothing about this? Absolutely nothing? That kid is ruining the whole planet's timeline! How can you be so untroubled about it!?" She asked in anger, her voice pitching higher and higher, until her words were practically individual shrieks.

Meanwhile, Clare's twin sister calmly took another sip of her tea, before putting the cup down and saying, "I never said we would do nothing about it. I just meant that we wouldn't do anything NOW. I do want to see how this entire scenario plays out… Wouldn't you agree, sister?" Clare just hmphed in slight annoyance before reluctantly agreeing to her sister's words, "You are SO lazy… but fine. Whatever. Sounds like a good plan."

With an eyebrow raised, Teresa just shook her head, smiling slightly at her sister's hypocritical words.

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(Back with Percy)

Percy POV:

"Damn," I said to myself, as I stood up, "Guess I really was hungry." Luckily enough, the town had had around 50 residents. So, my stomach wasn't growling anymore, and my bloodlust had finally been sated.

With my own problems solved, I turned to my surroundings and found myself in a vast wasteland. Everywhere I looked, the ground was littered with rubble and covered in sheets of fire. The only things missing from the otherwise post-war scene would be the piles of bodies and the red tint.

But I had been hungry, and thus, I had taken it upon myself to ensure that not even a single drop of blood had been spilled on these streets. Not even a single drop had been spared. So, now, this was a barren wasteland of concrete and fire. The only colors around me were multiple shades and hues of orange, dotted with the occasional grey.

And of course, if I turned my head up, there was the endless black expanse of space spread out above me. With all the smoke rising into the air from the fires around me, not even a single star could be seen. All in all, the place looked like a wreck. The depression that the atmosphere exuded, when combined with the suffocating fumes from the fire and the dry, lonely environment around me, was starting to make me feel downturned even though I should be happy due to my full stomach.

So, I turned around and started walking through the rubble-riddled streets of Pompeii. The very existence of this town… or, rather, the destruction of this town proved what my father had once told me. Names did have power. Just by using that name, the people of this town had doomed themselves to a similar fate.

The likeness between the two cities was too great to deny it. Dried-up corpses buried under mounds and mountains of rubble and bricks, with fires raging all around. This place did look like it had suffered from a volcanic eruption. They were both cities of death, after all. Not a living soul had been spared in either of the towns… they had both been turned into places of death – it had been done by different factors, but the point still stood.

The memory of my father brought me back to the good old days, to the times when Kronos and Luke were my biggest problem, to the times when I had a camp full of friends, to the times when we all could still laugh and have fun. It brought back my memories of my home, the camps, and of my friends.

Annabeth, Thalia, Nico, Jason, Leo, Piper, Hazel, Frank, the Stolls, Katie, Beckendorf, Silena, Will, Chris, Clarisse, Grover, Michael, Bianca, Chiron… And as each name went through my head, as each and every memory resurfaced, the sadness behind my eyes swelled, bit by bit, until my mind couldn't take it anymore.

While a soft smile played on my lips due to the happy memories, a single tear started to run from my eyes as I remembered that all my friends, and all my family were now all dead. The cold feeling of the tear running down my cheek was the only thing keeping my mind from splitting due to the barrage of contradictory emotions I was currently having.

Slow as a snail, that tear traced its path down my face before it dripped off. Just before it could land on the ground, it evaporated due to the heat of the flames all around. But, luckily enough, that had allowed me to find my next source of distraction.

Picking up my torn and tattered cloak from where I had dropped it, I dusted it off before putting it on. The familiar feel of the cloth against my skin instantly calmed me down, and I began to make my way out of the burning wreck that used be Pompeii, singing the lyrics for that very same song, "But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all…"**

Just as I was about to pass out of sight of the town, I stopped and turned around to look at the place one last time. Seeing how badly it was thrashed, I decided to fix at least a bit of the mess I had created. With a clap of my hands, I gathered all the moisture in the air and collected it above the town, before releasing my control over it.

Within seconds, all the fires had been put out due to the action of a single 'cloud burst.' With a smirk on my face, I turned and hurried away from the town before anybody could come to search for me. It was quite a miracle that nobody had found me already… that roar should have alerted everyone in a 10-mile radius.

I had basically put up a shining beacon for anyone to come and find me, so it was quite a marvel that nobody had come yet. I had been expecting to meet some confrontation at least from some of those 'Claymores.'

But surprisingly, none of the warriors had come. Of course, there was the possibility that none of them had been close enough to hear it or that the ones who had had been simply too scared to come and investigate. Or maybe they just hadn't wanted to abandon their current missions and assignments… the Organization did seem to be constantly busy.

Regardless of all that, I was willing to pass it off as some fluke of chance because I really didn't care too much. 'Still, it wouldn't hurt to be a little vigilant,' I thought, as I activated my Yoki sensing, just in case.

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Anyone who saw me could say, with justified ease, that I was going mad. Currently, I was laughing my ass off as I read through a rather long and desperate message that I had received.

Around three hours ago, I had arrived back in one of the Eastern cities after a whole day of walking north from the southern territories. In this city, specifically, I had set up a small base… of sorts, for myself. Basically, I had purchased the biggest, most expensive house in the district so nobody would ever dare to question my behavior, using the tons of money that I had collected from bandit corpses and from the Organization and its warriors.

The reason was that this town was extremely close to the Organization's Headquarters. There was probably only a mile or so in between the two places, which made it very easy for me to get information on the Organization. Information that was sometimes… hilarious.

After cleaning up, I had started to browse through the multiple mission logs and other texts when a message had popped up. It was a personal message marked as 'Urgent' from a certain half-faced scientist, and it had some of the most quality content I had ever seen.

It was addressed to the entire staff, explaining to them how there had been a, and I quote, 'slight problem.' Their entire staff of male warriors had taken a break… permanently. Yup… slight problem.

It was truly amazing to see how well the council had been handling things since I had left. For all the trash talking they used to do, you'd think that they would actually be capable of doing stuff!

And yet, somehow, the unparalleled idiocy of my ex-fellow coworkers wasn't the best part about the situation. No, that title went to the little postscript note at the end written by Dae… 'Well, to all my fellow council members, I'm sure that you have all realized by now that this situation has gotten completely out of hand. We will not be able to resolve it without… outside help.'

And then, there was another private voice message attached to the public letter, 'So, please, Perseus, if you ever receive this message… by any chance whatsoever, PLEASE… help us out… and take care of this mess.' The desperation that was conveyed through the message was so painfully obvious that I couldn't stop laughing at it. It was absolutely hilarious to hear Dae – a man who was the very definition of cocky, speak like the world was ending, and the fact that I had chosen to ignore him only made it better.

AN – Welp, good morning, folks!

To the guest who asked about the pairing, it's not decided yet… so if you have suggestions, just put them in a review.

Also, I am considering Percy X Teresa (THE CLAYMORE NOT THE GODDESS), but then it makes the plot I imagined a bit more… difficult. So, we'll just push the pairing decision to a later date…. I mean, Percy still hasn't even met Teresa! No point in pairing them up now…

And, speaking of the plot… I'm drafting Percy into that one-man killing machine that the Organization wanted, so that he can eventually go and fight the war for them… but that also means that he won't be having an army. More of him against armies.

To the asterisks:

*Yeah, so this happened, hehe… As you can see, Athena is still pissed off at her family for Annabeth's death, and for their constant incompetence, and their foolishness and their lack of sense… and well, you get the idea. To a god who's lived like 5000 years, 25 years is nothing. It probably passes in like a second to the gods. So, you can understand why she's still hung up on those events…. I mean, all her kids are dead… that's gotta be harsh.

**So relevant and yet, so not. The lyrics describe his character so perfectly… in a different context

And hooray for Percy going crazy!

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