Third Person Percy centric POV

Percy sighs in satisfaction, and sits forward in his chair. His feet kick restlessly at the wood table leg in front of him. Annabeth was sitting opposite him.

She had bags under her eyes and looked exhausted, but the late nights she had spent devising a plan to kill Athena had paid off.

" Penny for your thoughts, my queen?" Percy asked, a wry grin twisting the corners of his mouth.

" I was just reminiscing the the reasons we turned on the gods, my king" She replied. Her tone was light, but one look into her eyes showed the anger she

felt for the gods.

" Yes, those were good times" Percy said, slightly nostalgic for the memories that overwhelmed him. He leant back and let the memories take him away


FLASHBACK

" Father?" Percy said, shocked "What are you doing here?"

" You will address me as Your Lord, Percy" Poseidon boomed back. His voice shook the walls of the nearby cabin.

Percy's heart beat faster, fuelled by the rage that was consuming him. He was the reason the gods were still alive in the first place. Shouldn't he be treated with a little more respect!

" Kneel, Perseus" Poseidon said.

Percy glared up at him from where he stood.

"My name is not Perseus!" He snarled.

"I said Kneel, Perseus! I don't think you want to disobey me do you?" Poseidon hissed, voice as slippery and as poisonous as a snake.

Percy dropped to his knees, the grass staining his blue jeans. His expression spoke of rebellion, and bloodstains on white togas.

" Perseus, we need you and the rest of your little friends to go on a quest for us" Poseidon commanded. " This quest will be to check on, and possibly secure the doors of death. Less mortals are dying, and we are fearful that the doors are weakened."

Percy's eyes widened and he stood up, wiping his muddy hands on his jeans. He started towards Poseidon, subconsciously drawing water out of the air.

"What! That is ridiculous! It would be, at best, hugely traumatic, and at worst, a suicide mission. And, in case you haven't noticed, Father" He said hissing the word father out like an insult " We are not in another bleeding war! So, unless all basic logic has failed you, you will realise, demigods are not being mercilessly slaughtered by you and your family! Therefore, less of us are DYING!"

Poseidon rose up to his full height and towered over Percy. He looked Percy in his green eyes and spoke.

"If, you dare suggest that I, Poseidon, The Earthshaker, would ever have an absence of knowledge and logic, I am afraid, you are not my son ,Percy. You will go to Tartarus and you will locate, check on, and subsequently close, the doors of death. I do not care how, "traumatic", damaging or harmful you may think this quest is, you are going." Poseidon punctuated every word with a jab at Percy.

Percy could only stand there. It would be suicidal to test any of the big three while they were in this kind of headspace. And, my gods, was Poseidon in that sort of headspace. Water whipped around Poseidon, sea mist danced around his head and a small, tornado was held in his hand.

The surrounding campers cringed back, but kept watching, jaws slack and eyes wide. Chiron stepped forward. He sunk to his front legs and spoke.

"With all due respect my lord, Tartarus is an even more dangerous place now Gaia has gone. When she "died" her essence and, consequently, her evil was absorbed into Tartarus. So, monsters have been reforming slightly faster, and are more dangerous. To send the seven and Nico, Will, Thalia and Reyna would mean losing your best fighters and healer."

" And yet, Chiron, would I be losing the greatest warriors and healer, or would I be ending the greatest Threats to the god's reign?!" Poseidon scratched at his beard, eyes wild and dangerous. He rounded on Chiron.

He was mad, Percy realised with a jolt of shock. His Roman and Greek sides were fighting, but this time, they were literally destroying each other.

If something didn't happen to stop Poseidon, and, he suspected, most of the Olympians, they would lose all resemblance of sanity , and go on a rampage, destroying everything in sight. The gods would be an unstoppable, highly trained killing machine.

Percy rode and approached Poseidon slowly, hand held out in front of him, like one might placate a frightened animal. He knew it was Poseidon's deepest

thoughts and desires being unravelled and showcased in front of everyone. He was not surprised to know his father did not trust him.

" Ok, Poseidon, I'm going to need you to calm down, can you do that for me? deep breaths, in and out" Percy said. His voice was calming and smooth.

" No! I am Poseidon and I answer to nobody!" Poseidon screamed. " I am the Earshaker, and I will send you traitors to Tartarus if it's the last thing I do!"

Poseidon's head was thrown back, and a wave of water slammed out of the ground. It blasted everyone around him, flattening many cabins and killing many trees, and consequently, Nymphs.

Percy threw up his hands to shield his eyes and screamed " Everybody cover your eyes! He's going to show his true form!" Many demigods closed their eyes and turned away, curling into the boggy ground, but some were too slow, and they wailed in agony as their very atoms, the literal bases of themselves, were wrenched apart and sucked into the funnel of light Poseidon now was.

Once Poseidon had disappeared, Percy sat up. Nearly all the Olympians (with the exception of Hades, Percy assumed, Hades had very good control) were now too much of a threat, and no longer safe to be around. Percy glanced around, at the dead demigods, the dead children. At the decimated camp, his home, and at the blood splattered on the ground. Percy couldn't let his family be hurt anymore by the gods. The Olympian's reign would soon be over.

And Percy would be the one to end it.