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Percy stared at the bulletin board. The red yarn tied to the pushpins resembled the ones from movies. He had connected a bunch of dots trying to figure out what was going on.

He had started off by listing everything that he knew. The Blemmyae worked for someone, and that someone had a connection to Greek Myths. Percy figured that out because he, one, knew what Tartarus was, and two, had a way to send monsters there. The boss seemed to have a scythe as a mark. Also, the "boss" wanted the security tapes.

Then, there was the fact that the gas line was cut. He didn't know who for sure cut it, but he felt like it was someone from this boss guy.

Not connected to everything else, but he still felt weird about it, was that detective from the FBI. Kronos wasn't exactly a common name. On that note, Atlas wasn't either. And even then, Atlas in the myths had a multitude of daughters, and they were all in groups. One group, the Hesperides, was a group of five daughters that resided in a blissful garden, where their father held up the sky.

Five daughters lived with Atlas, the police chief. They even had the same names as the original Hesperides! It was a lot of coincidences, and Percy didn't figure that Atlas had a sense of humor like that. He wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling in his gut.

He had a feeling that the conspiracy was connected to the FBI agent and police, but he had nothing to connect them. He just needed one connection, just one line of red yarn and he would have figured this whole thing out.

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Percy sat on the floor in the hallway outside of the band hall. He was next to the boys bathroom. He might've been skipping band.

He was drawing in a notebook. It seemed to be a new design for a suit. He started writing something.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting louder as the person came closer. They stopped as someone sat down next to him.

"Hey." She said.

Percy stopped writing. "Hey Zoë."

"I heard about your mom."

"Yeah, well, it was on the news, so not hard to miss."

"How are you holding up?"

'Um, I'm, uh, handling it." He paused. "You know, she wanted to be a writer. She had the first draft of her novel ready. That afternoon that she finished it, she died. She would never get to see her dream come true."

Zoë nodded. "That's… that's… sad."

Percy started writing again. It was all he could do as he felt tears start to prick his eyes.

"You okay?" Zoë asked.

Percy started to nod. It was too shaky though, and after a couple of seconds he was shaking his head. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. Zoë instantly wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back. She didn't say anything, opting to just be there.

"I just… I just miss her. And the apartment is gone, and I'm living with Gabe, and… that's not going well because of what I did."

"What you did?" Zoë asked gently. She pulled his head into her lap, running her hand through his head. He seemed to gather just a little bit of composure.

He nodded. "I kicked him out." He whispered.

"I thought you said that he just left one day. How could you have done that?"

"I… I.. I might… have.. uh, lied, uh, about that."

"Do you wanna tell me?"

Percy sighed as he tried to stop his tears from falling. He wiped his eyes. "It was a couple of months ago. I found out he was beating my mom, and I… I just… I lost it."

Zoë's eyes widened.

"The blood, Zoë. The blood that coated my hands." His tears were back. "You should've seen it. There was so much."

Zoë was silent. She seemed to be taking it in and waiting for him to say more.

"I almost killed him."

Zoë down at him, right in his eyes. "He deserved it."

"That doesn't give me the right! It doesn't give anyone the right!"

"But you didn't kill him. You stopped, didn't you?"

"I… I didn't want to. If I kept going…"

"You didn't keep going though."

"I'm just… awaiting the day where he gets me back. A beer bottle to the head, or a punch to the gut. I'm just… waiting for it."

Zoë kept her hand in his hair.

"I can't do this Zoë. I can't do it anymore."

"Do what?"

"Any of this. Living with Gabe, being a hero. I can't. I already lost everything! What more is there besides my life!"

"There's me. There's Grover. There's the people that come to school just to see you joke around. There's the people that still live so they can see the great Percy Jackson smile. And that's just being you. What about Sea Storm? The people that feel like they can walk alone at night. The people that feel like somebody's watching over them. The people you make feel safe. You haven't lost them."

"What's the point? I'm going to lose them all soon enough."

"Don't say that."

"Zoë you don't understand. If all things go like how they plan to, I'm going to be a god. Immortal! I will still be alive when everyone around me dies. I will still be alive and I'll still be 16 years old when I watch the great-great-great-great-great grandchildren of this generation die. And maybe I'll fade before that, just as the gods of the past are doing. No matter what, I lose."

Zoë was silent as she pondered the new information. "You know, I see a stag in my dreams."

"What?"

"A stag. A deer. It's made of silver that glitters in the moonlight. It beckons me to follow it deeper into the forest. And everytime I just sit there until I wake up."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"The point is, you're me, and the deer is the future. You're just sitting around worried about where the future will guide you. But sitting in a pile of tears isn't going to change that. And I know, it isn't going to change at the drop of a hat. It'll take a while until you realize you've been following the deer. But in the end, it's a choice."

Percy sat up, the tears drying on his cheeks. He bit his lip as he stared at the lockers in front of them. Eventually, he said something. "You know, I would've given up all of this for you?"

"What?"

"Everything about Sea Storm, and everything that would come from it. I would've given it up for you. But now, I know what I have to do, and I need Sea Storm to do it."

"Follow your gut. You're usually right."

The bell rang. "Well, we have to go." Zoë said.

She got up and made to walk towards the girls bathroom.

"Zoë!"

She turned around. "Hm?"

"Thank you. Really."

"Anytime." She said, before turning the corner.

She walked into the bathroom and went up to the sink. She studied herself in the mirror. Tall and graceful. That's what people said about her. Eyes that looked like they were made of obsidian. Hair as dark as a raven. Skin the color of copper. She sighed as she stared at herself.

She produced a knife that was concealed in her pocket. It was a small pocket knife. She flipped it open and held it to her palm. She cut it, feeling the sting that comes with a cut. It hurt a lot.

She watched as golden ichor flowed out of her palm.

LINE BREAK

The crisp night air of New York once again filled Percy's lungs. It had been over a month since he felt this and it did not disappoint. But on this night, he was focused on something. He was trying to find out where this boss man hid out.

He floated on water through the air, scouting the ground for anything strange. He turned a corner to see some Blemmyae walking down the street. He could tell that the Mist that affected all mortals was starting to fade from him, just as Poseidon said it would. He was having an easier time identifying what was real and what was a crazy exaggeration.

Blemmyae for example, hid in plain sight by putting a metal head on their torso. They covered the head in Mist, making it look like a normal head. But now, to Percy, it just looked like a metal head.

He followed the headless men for a couple of miles. They were walking for a while. They had arrived at a giant warehouse. There was a neon sign that Percy found really hard to read.

AUNTY EM'S GARDEN GNOME EMPORIUM.

'What is it with warehouses?' Percy thought to himself.

He landed on the roof softly. There was a balcony on the side of the building with a door leading into the warehouse. He jumped down to the balcony. He opened the door slowly and crept into the warehouse.

Down below, garden statues littered the floor. All of them were lifelike. Among the statues stood multitudes of monsters. Giants with one eye that wielded wooden clubs, huge black dogs with nails sharp as knives, and women with snake trunks for legs that had bows slung across their backs stood among the statues.

At the end of the warehouse, on a giant golden throne, sat a giant man. Percy recognized him. The black curly hair, the harsh golden eyes.

It was Kronos, the FBI detective.

He sat on the throne, twirling a scythe in one hand. His golden eyes took in the army of monsters before him.

Percy crouched down, not wanting to be seen. His black suit definitely helped to hide him in the dim lighting. As he sat he thought about all the clues that were falling into place. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, and he had found the piece that connects the two chunks he had completed.

Kronos sat up straight and stopped playing with his scythe. "Someone's spying on us. I can feel them."

The monsters started to look around worried. Percy tried to make himself a smaller target hoping not to be seen. It wasn't enough though as the monsters saw him.

"Intruder!" A cyclops yelled, pointing.

Percy unzipped his pocket, (a new feature he had made to ensure things in his pocket wouldn't fall out when he was doing superhero things), and pulled out Riptide. He uncapped the pen, the sword appearing in his hand.

A black dog jumped off a statue and reached the metal balcony Percy was on. It crawled over the railing and leaped at Percy. He swiped at it with his sword, hitting it in the leg. It left the leg wounded, but not down. He tried to stab it in the chest, but the dog leaped back. It slashed its claw, ripping the suit and grazing Percy's arm.

Finally, he jumped and stabbed the dog in the head. The hellhound turned into golden dust, but not before it could push him over the railing. He landed on the ground on his back. The monsters surrounded him.

"Wait!" Kronos' voice boomed.

The monsters parted as Kronos walked towards him, scythe in hand. "You're a hero, Sea Storm, right?" Kronos asked as he reached Percy.

Percy nodded.

"And the people love you. They love a hero. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually…" Kronos chuckled menacingly. "They will hate you. So why bothersome? Join me! Imagine what we could accomplish together! What we could create!"

Percy looked downcast at the ground, before remembering what Zoë had told him earlier that day.

"No thanks." Percy said, standing up.

"That's a shame." Kronos said. "Kill him." He commanded the monsters.

The Titan Lord walked back to his throne as the monsters closed in. Percy grasped the handle of Riptide tightly. He slashed at a cyclops, swung at a hellhound, cut an arrow shot by a snake woman out of the air before he was hit with a cyclop's club.

He was knocked back into a hellhound. He turned around, only to get cut along his abdomen. He grunted in pain as the claw tore his flesh. He stabbed the hellhound and turned around. He jumped over a snake woman, slicing her head clean off.

He felt an arrow pierce his shoulder. And that was when he realized that he was going to die here. He was going to die in a garden gnome emporium while a Titan relaxed on his throne watching the entertainment.

He had to get out of here. He stabbed another cyclops in the shoulder. He tried to find some water in the air but he had no luck. He ran towards the exit on the other side of the warehouse. The monsters followed him.

The door was unlocked, thank the gods. He ran out of the warehouse and shut the door behind him. He summoned some water and floated up to the air.

He looked down at his wounds. He had an arrow in his left shoulder, a profusely bleeding cut on his stomach, and some more random cuts and scrapes. The suit would have to be fixed as well.

He needed a first aid kit, stat. But he didn't know where one was. Actually, he did.

Zoë's house.

A/N. Alright, another chapter in the bag, and not too many more to go. So in this chapter, the twist literally everyone saw coming, Detective Kronos is the Titan Kronos. And the othe twist everyone saw coming, Zoë is immortal.

Next chapter is the lemon and Hercules cuck, and Percy's backstory on how he got powers.

Thanks once again to Zaeng_for helping me with this chapter.

Thoughts?