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Camp Half Blood was a haven for the demigods. A place they could call home and hide away from the outside world that treated them as outcasts. A place where they could live among people like themselves and be understood. After all, who doesn't want to be understood?

But most of all, it was a battleground that produced ruthless and powerful warriors. Armed with the power of the gods themselves, the demigods made nature bend to their will. Calling upon their birthright, their blood, they commanded the nature around them. But now it seemed like nature itself was rising against them.

Normally, the paradise called Camp Half Blood would be filled with excited demigods. Children of Apollo firing arrows in the arena; children of Ares sparring against each other. Children of Athena going around mapping the grounds or reading something. Children of Demeter and Dionysus tending to the plants and farm. Children of Hermes running around causing mischief everywhere.

But today was different; the usually chirping haven of demigods was noiseless. An eerie silence had fallen over the camp. There was no rejoice, and it seemed like one after another disaster arose at them. All of these regarded to a terrible forebodings of danger.

As the threat of war loomed over everyone's shoulders, only half of the demigods were even visible; those who could be seen were talking in hushed whispers about the war that was going to come knocking at their doorsteps. They knew what was coming, or rather, who was coming. They were terrified like never before. As the days went by their confidence decreased and the intensity of pressure and fear only increased.

Far from the camp, deep beneath the unexplored woods that Chiron had forbid anyone to enter without permission, were the demigods of 4 cabins. Children from the Athena, Aphrodite, Demeter and Hephaestus had gathered in secret to discuss something in private, away from the prying eyes of any lurkers.

"Did you all had the same dream?" Malcolm Pace, the current head counselor of Cabin 7 asked, his voice hoarse and filled with emotions. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, as his hand nervously tapped at the hilt of his sword, the one he always carried on his belt. Millions of thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to understand all that was happening.

The demigods of discussed four cabins nodded in unison. They had all shared the same dream and were promised by their parents an inspiration for freedom. They learned that their godly parents had already pledged their allegiance to the King of Titans and were deserting Olympus and the other Olympians. Not wanting their own children to be slaughtered by the hands of the Titans or the other Gods, their parents had come to some sort of an agreement with the Titan King, and the King of Kings was coming himself to pick them up, to give them freedom and safety.

The children were both delighted and afraid to hear this. Delighted that they would not have to participate in another war, and afraid that it was all just a trick. They had all been tricked by a god before, one way or another. Surely, it must be another one of their schemes. However, they still listened to their parents, at the tiny chance that it was all true.

As the hours passed the children started getting more and more terrified of what was to happen to them.

"How can we be sure, that we can trust this Percy guy completely?" One of the newcomers asked. Not older than the age of 13, the little guy was shaking in fear. His question was shared by most of the people who came after the war.

Sure, they had heard about the bravery of Percy Jackson, but none of them knew the hero personally. Both him and Annabeth had left for the Roman camp to study together as soon as they could. It was one thing to hear about someone's deed, and one thing to see it for themselves. And so far, they hadn't seen much of Percy Jackson.

How could they put their complete faith in someone they didn't know? It was just what had happened with their parents too; they had never known their godly parent and were suddenly expected to trust them completely and worship them.

Their doubts also came from a place of fear. What was going to happen to them? Would they be expected to fight a war for the Titans? The thought of a divine war scared them, and they finally understood some things.

The haunted look at the faces of the veterans; the flinching every time a loud noise was heard, waking up in the middle of the night screaming because of nightmares, zoning out for hours. They finally understood the little things, and what the veterans must have gone through. They too were kids when the Second Titan and the Second Giant War came knocking on them. Their respect for veterans increased after that.

The thought that they would have to suffer like that too scared them.

Katie Pov

I watched and listened as my siblings and cousins all kept asking questions after questions regarding Percy and the war. Their words filled with unasked questions; what if Percy turned on us?

Their fear and questions were justifiable; we had all felt the same time after time. But the person they were talking about was a good friend of mine and our leader. I had to defend him.

"You can put your faith in Percy completely." I answered them firmly, "All your questions and fears are valid. It's hard to trust some completely, it was what we did with the gods, and look at what happened with them? They turned against their heroes, the heroes who had saved them, the instant they didn't need them anymore. Condemned us, their own children into yet another war, to fight or to die."

I looked ahead toward the different plants and shrubs that were thriving in this forest. Being a daughter of Demeter, I could always sense the nature around me. Like they were under my command at all times. No matter the situation, they always made me feel better. Their presence affected my mood as much as mine did theirs.

People often forgot about it, but the Demeter kids were also children of an elder god. Second born of the King and Queen of Titans, my mother's blood flew through our veins. Sometimes it was overwhelming to realize that by just a wave of my hand this entire land would wither away in nothing but husk and everything around me would starve to death.

This was another reason I found myself following after Percy; he had helped me control my fears and irrational thoughts; he made me confident about myself and the power I was born with.

"I was there when he had first came to the camp. He was young, almost as young as you kids, and he had been burdened with the task of stopping a war between the sky and the seas. None of us believed he could do it, but he prevailed. Percy is notorious about doing the impossible, and he has earned my respect more so than anyone."

I took a deep breath and spoke again, "He is my friend and most importantly, he is someone we had put our faith in to lead us through two wars in the past, and both time he did his best. I would follow him everywhere. In times you all will see, why we are ready to bleed for him and die for him."

I could tell my words had hit the nail and that the younger demigods only needed a little push. Even the others who had fought in the wars nodded their assent to Percy's character.

As the kids pondered over what I had said, some distant memory of Percy helping me with watering the flowers at my garden burned through my mind. My skin tingled and blood rushed to my face as I recalled the way my heart had jumped up to my throat when his hand had touched mine.

I knew I shouldn't have had those feelings.

Even before him and Annabeth ever got together, everyone knew that those two were supposed to be together. The way they molded into each other in every perceivable way was too considerable to not take notice. But the treacherous part of me was too stupid to understand that. Like a bee attracted to the nectar and pollen of a beautiful flower, I found myself attracted to the destroyer.

I had often found myself losing time thinking about the green-eyed demigod, and lately these episodes had been coming to me more often. Like now, I didn't even know it, but I had zoned out with the thoughts of the new King of Titans.

Fortunately, Malcolm took the lead from me and continued, "I don't know what you all are going to do, but the gods betrayed my sister Annabeth. Most of you don't know this but she was pretty young when she came here. From the age of 7 Annabeth had taken the responsibility of our cabin and raised our siblings. The gods will pay for what they did to her, and if there's a chance, as little as possible that I could hurt them right back. I'm taking it."

From where I was standing I could see the fierce spark running through his gray eyes. I had only seen protectiveness and power like that on a child of Athena once before. In Annabeth's eyes, when Percy had been taken away by the Queen of Olympus.

The fire in his eyes burned so bright that it ignited courage in the hearts of the newcomers to move forward with our plan. Giving him a small bow of my head to show my gratitude for speaking, I was once again reminded of how the children of Athena had the air of authority around them. When they spoke, people listened.

High on the feeling of win that the kids had been convinced, I forgot to notice the shadows moving behind us. It was only when I felt the same nagging feeling in the back of my neck I realized that someone else had joined us.

"Got out of that gloomy dark bum-hole you call your home Di'Angelo?" I commented smirking, taking pride at the way blood rushed to his face from anger. It might have been passed out by my mother to me; but I took absolute glee in messing with the son of Hades.

As expected the air around us grew colder as he stepped forward. The others were nervous and almost took a step back as Nico's hand went to his Stygian iron sword. That sword radiated death and darkness like it was being wielded by the Lord of Dead himself. I, however, was not affected by his little show of intimation. I knew I could not match his skills, but I too was my mother's daughter, and I could put up a fight he would forever remember.

Nico faltered, as if people not being intimidated by him was an unknown territory for him, but that just made the euphoria of victory scream that much better for me. If I could, I would relish at the look of pure shock in his face forever.

After a while, his shoulder dropped and his eyes locked onto mine, "I wish to join you."

I must have looked stupefied if the scowl that appeared on his face was anything to go by, "I may not show it much but Percy is my brother too. He is my kin. He cared after me when no one else did, even when I wanted him dead. My father," he spat the word like it disgusted him to call Hades that, "turned against him. Even after Percy had gotten the children of underworld their place among others. When he restored his throne on the council."

The son of Hades withdrew his sword, and I could hear the gasp coming from all around me; but I stood straight. I wanted to see what he was going to do. He examined the sword and said, "I may be many things but I am not biased. I would not sway over to my father's side with a promise of eternal life. If it comes down to it, I am ready to bleed the last drop of blood in my vein for Perseus."

Soon as those words left his mouth, he made a slash at his palm. I watched fascinated as the sword drew energy from the blood dripping from his palm. "I renounce myself as a son of Hades. I bleed on this ground with a wound from the blade gifted to me by my father and I renounce the House of Hades as my own. From here on now, I break the ties of kinship from the Lord of Dead."

For the first time in a long while, Nico made me gasp and step back; I could feel the power draining from his veins. The power that made us royalty, the power of the children of the elder gods, left his body, and he fell forward to his knees.

Before I could even take a step forward, a flash of gold passed by me, and he was being helped to his feet by Will Solace. Where did he come from?

"By the fates Di'Angelo, how often would I have to stress over you, after you injure yourself like this?" Will spoke and immediately started singing a healing tune and bandaging Nico's hand. It was almost too cute and adorable to look at the pair.

Nico was about to reply when we heard leaves crunching and someone running away from us.

Third Person Pov

A son of Ares, Alex was hiding behind a wood and listening to all of the conversations of the demigods from 4 cabins. He was feeling giddy with the thought of relaying all this to the others and the gods. Surely, this would bring him good fortune from his father and make him look important in the eyes of the gods.

However, when the son of Hades renounced himself, he couldn't control himself and stepped back slightly. It was unheard of someone renouncing the gods as their parents, and that even a child of an elder god. Raw power flooded their bloods; how could someone give up that much power?

Unfortunately, that slight movement had him step on a pair of dried leaves, that made a loud noise of crunch around him. He knew he was discovered so he did what he thought would be best. He turned around and ran.

Nonetheless, his attempt to run turned futile when he collided with a tall figure. Looking up, he found the mirthful eyes of the destroyer looking down on him. Acting on instinct, he stepped back and started swiping his sword at Percy, who merely raised an eyebrow looking amused by the little show.

Catching the son of Ares' sword between his two fingers, Percy twisted and broke the sword in two effortlessly.

"Aaahhh... That was a gift from my father, I would kill you," Alex screamed as the slightest of red hue started surrounding him.

Percy remained inattentive and tsked at him. "You children of Ares, so petty, arrogant, childish and quick to anger. If you didn't act like a fool all the time, you might actually be good warriors."

Without wasting anymore time, Percy snapped his finger, and the demigod vanished in a golden puff of smoke.

Stepping toward the little group of demigods, Percy smiles kindly at them. Reminded of his own feelings, of what he had felt back when he was a kid, he moves toward them slowly, not wanting to spook them.

He sees Nico leaning against Will Solace, his clothes all covered in blood and thick bandages wrapped around his palm. He could also feel the healing spell in the air.

Yet, something else takes his attention.

Eyes as green as Gaea's herself, and hair that looked like it was made of golden threads. The daughter of Demeter makes him stop in his place. His eyes never left hers, but he could tell that everyone was kneeling. Bowing beneath his magnificence, it fills him with pride. But Katie never moves.

Her unearthly green eyes bore into his, and Percy couldn't look away for the sake of anything. She looks back at him with the same intensity and confidence that a queen would.

The power running through her veins was different than the other children of Demeter. It was ancient, he had always been attracted to her to some degree, but now that he was a Titan he could make sense of things better. Katie's power was unlike the others, like the very nature bent to her will and knelt before her. Like the wave of her hand could rip the ground apart. Her power, it was seducing.

Katie's own blood warmed up at the sight of the Lord of Titans. She could feel his essence calling her out to him. She specially felt weak at her knees, when she saw him licking his lips while keeping eye contact with her.

Line-Break

Drew sat inside her room at her father's place, hundreds of miles away from the camp she had come to call home. She sat in front of the mirror in her dresser, applying makeup to her face to hide away the tear stains and to dissimulate everything.

The proud daughter of Aphrodite, who had fought in two wars and had always presented herself to be beautiful and confident, was no where to be seen. Her identity had been taken away from her when both Leo and Jason, not only defiled her body but also defiled her soul.

She tried to not remember that and just forget that it ever happened, that something so horrifying had been done to her. Yet she couldn't. Like a boomerang, the moment of the sullying of her body and mind always came back to haunt her.

Another volley of tears streamed down her face as she remembered what had happened to her. She had gotten tricked by Jason and Leo and had been spelled to comply to their every wish. She never wanted to, but she found herself obeying to their every command, her body moving on its own to accommodate to their orders. Even when her mind screamed and begged to stop, she couldn't. She was weak and susceptible to their magic.

They would come at day, night, whenever they desired. She would watch herself be raped over and over and still be as helpless as ever to ask for help or to stop anything. Asking for help had always been the hardest thing to ever, and she just couldn't get through with it. No matter how she tried, she found herself unable to voice her pain.

The nagging thought at the back of her head always condescended on her that all this happened because she deserved it. That she didn't deserve anyone's help; that they would always see her as someone dirty or polluted. The fear of asking for help was real, and no matter what she did, no matter how she acted, the images of her rape would keep flashing in front of her.

Nightmares like that plagued her mind more often and often. To the point that her body sometimes got paralyzed to move forward and she was afraid to even sleep. All night she would lay awake and flinch and whimper at the sound of anything or anyone.

The pit in her stomach grew heavy, and she realized that nothing or no one could help her now. Jason was a son of Zeus; people feared him, and no one would dare stand against him. Percy would've a small voice at the back of her head kept reminding her, begging her to ask him for help. Yet, she was afraid that he would see her as polluted too, and that thought was too heavy to bear.

A simple knock at the door of her bedroom startled her and broke her out of her own mind. Whipping her head around fast, her heart beat faster as she waited with uncertain eyes to see who it was. Tendrils of darkness coiled around her heart as she begged the fates for it to be not Jason and Leo.

Dozens of thoughts glided through her head, and she almost screamed in fear when she saw the knob on the door move slightly. She held her breath and readied herself for what was going to happen. She had known they would find her; it was only a matter of time. They had assaulted her before and they were going to do it again.

However, when the door opened, she saw the face of someone she could never have believed would come for her. "You know, I have told you multiple times. You don't need those things to make you look beautiful, you are already gorgeous." Percy's eyes were directed towards her makeups.

If Drew had thought that Percy was handsome before, now, he seemed to be breathtaking. He looked taller, darker, more handsome, and more powerful. She was a daughter of Aphrodite; sensing feelings and aura was something she had mastered ever since she had learned of her heritage. She could see that Percy was not the same man she had known; he had somehow become more Tartarean. The stench of blood followed him.

However, even through the calamity that was his essence, she felt like she was accepted and welcomed. Like him just standing in front of her and bound, an unseeable knot between the two of them, and Percy was tugging at the strings of her heart, calling her to him.

Before she even knew she was moving, she had sprinted across the room and had practically tackled him to the ground. Her face buried in his chest, her hand clutching onto his shirt like a lifeline, as she cried with tears of relief. The pain, the anger, the fear, all of it melting away as Percy's taller figure wrapped his arm around her, pressing her against him. The safety she had craved.

For the first time in she didn't know how long. Drew felt safe, and that she could move forward without being afraid. Just the touch of Percy was grace in itself, like no force in the world could hurt her now.

"It's okay little Dovelet," it was a silly nickname he had given her way back before the second Giant war. Telling her that she moved and acted like an immature dove. She remembered blowing a raspberry at him and fawning internally over the fact that he had given her a nickname. Now, that silly nickname made her feel happy and loved. "No one will be able to lay a finger on you now."

It felt funny to her, how the touch and presence of someone she trusted and loved, made her feel like herself again. The assiduous way with which Percy caressed her head made her feel like maybe, maybe she was worthy of love.

Soon she found herself drifting off into a dreamless sleep in the arms of someone she trusted. Knowing, that she was safe.

Line-Break

Percy sat on the floor beside his bed, sealing in a neatly packed cardboard box. A tiny slip of paper rested on top of the box as Percy finished writing something down on it. A malicious grin plastered on his face, looking down at the cardboard box.

Annabeth who was sitting near him at their bed, stood up and walked up to her husband. Dropping the sheet wrapped around her, her naked body hugged Percy from behind. A cruel and vindictive smirk adorned her face that would've sent shivers down any sane man's back. The Queen of Titan's expression was one of absolute glee as she giggled at her husband's prank.

"They're going to think you're impertinent My lord," Annabeth whispered against his ears, igniting waves of pleasure inside Percy. Her hushed tone was enough to make Percy turn around, his own figure as naked as hers. Without wasting a second's worth of time, Annabeth got down on her knees in front of him, and started caressing his semi-hard cock.

Percy smiled as he racked his hand through her hair, remembering that this was exactly what she had said to him all those years ago. Getting reminiscent over the past, he figured it was only fair to do the same. Looking down at her eyes as she stared up at him, he replied, "I am Impertinent."

With that he snapped his fingers and let the box teleport to where it needed to be reached.

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The daughter of Atlas, one of the most beautiful immortals, sat on the grass floor of her prison. Her mind wandered off to every little thought she could imagine, but after so long, there wasn't much left to think of. It had been many millennia since the gods locked her away at this desolate place.

The island of Ogygia wasn't always this beautiful; it was once just a barren land in the middle of the ocean, built upon the rage of Poseidon against his father, the Titan King.

The gods had thrown her here, away from any civilization, just because she was born from a Titan. Chaos knows what they must have done to those who supported the Titans.

As if that wasn't enough, the gods had tried to rape her time after time, all Hades bent on taking away her maidenhood, however, none of them succeeded. Because something or someone wouldn't allow it. Every time they came close to her, they would feel terrible pain, getting them to back off.

So, in their arrogance and anger, the gods had placed a terrible curse on her.

Every century or so, a hero burdened with a greater destiny would come to her shore and ignite the great fire of hope and love in her heart. She couldn't help but fall in love with them, and every time she would be left heartbroken when they eventually would have to return to the world. Leaving her alone to burn and suffer at the flames of her own hope.

She had gotten used to it, suffering for millennia would do that to you. However, literally as a blazing fire of inferno, a son of Poseidon dropped upon her island as the harbinger of destruction. She could still recall the sight of his burning body falling from the sky as an angel falling out of grace from heaven to earth. She had never seen injuries so harsh at a person, yet he survived.

Even in his half dead state he held power. Calypso had seen and felt the power of heroes before, but this one scared her. This hero had inherited the most perceptible resemblance to his bloodline. She could not only sense the rage, and power of his father Poseidon in him, but also the power of his grandfather, the Titan King.

She could see the similarity clearly, many times had she wandered along with her father to the throne room of the Titans. She had seen the Titan King emit power, as it was nothing but a mere inconvenience in his wake. The sharp jawline, piercing eyes and the slight hint of destruction behind them.

The destructive and commanding nature of Poseidon mixed with the danger and ruthlessness of Kronos.

Percy Jackson had inherited all of it.

In addition to that, he had inherited something else also, the gentleness, loving, and protective nature of his mother.

She remembered sitting by his bedside, caring for him. Even though she never wanted to, she had started singing the forbidden healing spell in the language of the old tongue; older than the birth of gods, she sang for him.

She had watched him sleep for days. She had counted his breath, and the way that his chiseled chest rose up and down with each one of them. Observing his face that would give Adonis a run for his money, she had thought that he must be the example of perfection.

Then he had woken up, and Chaos was he different.

Calypso had fallen for heroes before, but she never fell for someone quite as Percy.

Shaking away her atavistic feelings for Perseus, Calypso realized that almost the entire day had passed away while she was lost in the reverie of the green-eyed demigod.

She stood up and walked ahead to the edge of the lake in the middle of her island; she decided on taking a bath. Moving slowly and gracefully, she paddled into the waters until her hips were submerged in the lake. She moved her hand above her head to unlock her neatly tied hair, letting it fall and bounce as the gentle air wheezed by. Her fingers gripped the straps of her hand-woven chilton and just as she was about to drop them a familiar voice called out to her, "You know, if you take those clothes off, I might not be able to control myself."

She didn't need to turn around to know who it was that was speaking. She had spent years longing for him. Even though she was afraid to turn around, and find that it was just another figment of imagination of hers. She turned slowly, counting as her heart beat faster. Her eyes found his, and there he was.

Impossibly more good looking than the last time.

"How?" Was the only question that left her mouth, as tears flew from her eyes. She had never for once believed that she would see it again, but here he was. Percy Jackson in flesh.

Instead of answering Percy walked into the lake himself, his shirt vanishing instantly, displaying his bare chest to the nymph Titaness. He knew what she was feeling and he could see the lust building in her; it was funny to tease the girl he had found himself entranced with all those years ago.

Calypso blushed and tried to look anywhere other than his naked chest, but found herself unable to do so. She stepped back when he kept advancing towards her, but bumped into something soft. Turning around, she found a blonde haired woman whose beauty could rival the Goddess of love herself. She couldn't take her eyes away from the woman; she held power beyond any Titaness or Goddess Calypso had ever met.

Extending her hand towards Calypso, the female introduced herself, "Annabeth Jackson, Queen of Titans."

Her shock must've been clearly shown in her face as both Percy and Annabeth started chuckling; all the while she couldn't stop her knees from shaking. She figured out that this was the woman Percy had left her island for. She could see it now, her beauty, and the way Percy had described her as, it was no competition between the two.

She moved to look at Percy with a scared smile, "Queen of Titans?" She asked, perfectly figuring out that if Annabeth was the Queen, then Percy must've been the King.

Percy gave her the same crooked smile she had seen often times all those years ago; the smile she had missed dearly. "Of course, Allow me to Introduce myself. Percy Jackson, The King of Titans, King of Kings."

Calypso could not have believed, even in her wildest dreams, that what was happening would even be a possibility. Yet here he was, defying the gods and rising far above than she could have imagined.

All the while he was speaking Percy kept moving towards her slowly until she was sandwiched between both him and Annabeth. Both of their frame were pressed tightly against hers and she could feel the heat from their bodies seeping into hers.

"Hmm... I can see what made you so entranced with her seaweed brain." Annabeth commented as she moved one of her fingers up from Calypso's waist to her neck. Purposefully marking her fingers lightly on her skin, making her moan and feel hotter than she already was feeling. It didn't help that Percy was looking down at her with the most intense and hungry look ever. The daughter of Atlas almost lost her balance when Annabeth kissed her neck slowly as she talked with her husband, "She is exquisite."

The beating of her heart only increased as Percy leaned down and captured her lips in his. It was just what she had hoped it would be like. It was sweet, and gentle yet at the same time, passionate. It wasn't long before she started to kiss back at him, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming over her body and Annabeth's mouth gently sucking on her neck.

Just as they were beginning to get hotter and bolder, a loud shriek, like metals clamping together startled them. Calypso and Annabeth both opened their eyes and looked at the horizon to see a giant bird coming towards them. Only when they focused a little more could they see, that it wasn't a giant bird, but rather a celestial bronze dragon was heading their way.

Immediately, Calypso and Annabeth's gaze that was directed to the flying dragon's way recognized the rider on top of the automaton. The former of the two groaned loudly while the latter let out a hate-filled growl.

"Percy..." Annabeth whispered, and it was hard to miss the anger and viciousness in her statement.

Percy didn't even have to turn around to see who it was. He didn't look angry, resented or particularly bothered; rather, his expression was one of annoyance.

"I'll deal with the pest later. Right now, I can't wait to have this..." He said, moving his finger over Calypso's lips, in a deep voice that made both the women in front of him swoon. "Let's get out of here."

Calypso's breath hitched to her throat as he said those last words. She had hoped and prayed to the fates of the millennia to get out of this island, and it was all coming true now. Though, she couldn't help but feel a little scared, Percy had told her how the outer world had changed, and she was afraid if she would fit into it.

"You're taking me with you?" Calypso whispered, she had known many immortals in her lifetime, and none of them seemed all to eager to keep to their promises. She knew Percy was different, but she still had some doubts.

"Of course I am, after all, didn't I promised that I would get you out of here," The smiling tone of his voice carried the wind of promise over time, and she could hear the sweet whisper of his promise to get her out of here one day.

"Where are we going?" She asked, not being able to hide the excitement at her voice.

Percy and Annabeth smiled, that smiled warmed her more than any amber of fire had ever done before. "We are going to your real home, your birthright. The home of Titans, Mount Orthys." Percy replied, and tears filled at her eyes. It had been ages since she had seen her home, and she couldn't even remember what it used to look like.

As Leo was flying over the seas, about to land on the island he had fought so hard to find again. The last thing he saw was the face of the woman he loved, pressed tightly against Percy's chest, and the King of Titans looking towards him, smiling as they vanished.

Line-Break

The God of War was sitting inside his temple, angry over the fact that he hadn't seen Aphrodite in a while. The goddess was knowingly hiding from his site, and with Jackson being a nuisance as always, he was getting more and more frustrated about it.

Like a thorn, Percy had been on his mind ever since he was first introduced to the Greek world. No one ever said anything to his face, but Ares knew that people still talked and laughed about how he was defeated by a 12 year old.

Right now, the weapons, furniture and everything around him was thrown everywhere, as he raged. His mind was going haywire with the anticipation of the coming war. He was the God of War; he should've felt glee to have another war coming soon. But all he felt was dread.

A small flash of gold inside his palace got his attention, and when he focused he could see a cardboard box sitting perfectly well on top of a table. Stepping towards it, he picked up the tiny slip of paper stuck to it and read out loud.

Ares,

Mount Olympus, temple of Ares,

600th floor,

New York, NY

With best wishes,

Percy Jackson.

Growling at the disrespect, Ares picked up the cardboard box and practically ripped it open. As soon as he laid his eyes on what was inside, the box dropped from his hand. Immediately the red aura of blood-lust covered him, and he let out a scream of 'JACKSON,' that was heard all around the mountain.

The neatly severed Head of His Son Alex, rolled around the ground like a bowling ball as he raged.