A/N: Happy birthday Jason. *spoiler alert* RIP, I miss you and so does the fandom.

Today is also the day Percy and Annabeth fell in Tartarus and the day the Athena Parthenos was discovered among other things like a hole appearing in the middle of a very good parking lot and Percabeth meeting Rhea Silvia and Tiberinus who looked like Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck from the 1950s movie 'A Roman Holiday'.

Now, onto the story.

Hylla: But wait! The disclaimer.

Me: Thank you, Hylla for reminding me. Please do the honors.

Hylla: Uh... no.

Me: Do it or your death will be written in this chapter.

Hylla: Fine. I'll do it. But only for my life and prevent Otrera's tyrannical rule over the Amazons. *sighs*
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Gah! You made me say his name!

Me: Sorry... not sorry :)

Third person POV:

The Amazons confiscated the trio's weapons and marched them down so many flights of stairs that they lost count. Finally, they came to a cavern so big that it could accommodate ten high schools, sports fields and all. it had fluorescent lights along the rock ceiling and lots of conveyer belts. Aisles of metal shelves were filled with boxes of merchandise.

Some black suited security woman were patrolling and men in orange jumpsuits were driving forklifts through the aisles, delivering more pallets of boxes. They had iron collars round their necks.

"You keep slaves?" Hazel asked.

"The men?" Kinzie snorted. "They're not slaves. They just know their place. Now move."

Kinzie then led them into another cavern through double doors which was just as big as the first.

"The Underworld isn't this big," Hazel complained, which probably wasn't true.

Kinzie smiled smugly. "You admire our base of operations?Yes, our distribution system is worldwide. It took many years and most of our fortune to build. Now, finally, we're turning a profit. The mortals don't realize they are funding the Amazon kingdom. Soon, we'll be richer than any mortal nation. Then—when the weak mortals depend on us for everything—the revolution will begin!"

"What are you going to do?" Frank grumbled. "Cancel free shipping?"

A guard slammed the hilt of her sword into his gut. Percy tried to help him, but two more guards pushed him back at sword point.

"You'll learn respect," Kinzie said. "It's males like you who have ruined the mortal world. The only harmonious society is one run by women. We are stronger, wiser—"

"More humble," Percy said. The guards tried to hit him, but Percy ducked. "Stop it!" Hazel said. Surprisingly, the guards listened. "Hylla is going to judge us, right?" Hazel asked. "So take us to her. We're wasting time." Kinzie nodded. "Perhaps you're right. We have more important problems. And time…time is definitely an issue.""What do you mean?" Hazel asked. A guard grunted. "We could take them straight to Otrera.

Might win her favor that way.""No!" Kinzie snarled. "I'd sooner wear an iron collar and drive a forklift. Hylla is queen.""Until tonight," another guard muttered. Kinzie gripped her sword. For a second Hazel thought the

Amazons might start fighting one another, but Kinzie seemed to get her anger under control. "Enough," she said. "Let's go." They crossed a lane of forklift traffic, navigated a maze of conveyor belts, and ducked under a row of robotic arms that were packing up boxes.

Most of the merchandise looked pretty ordinary: books, electronics, baby diapers. But against one wall sat a war chariot with a big bar code on the side. Hanging from the yoke was a sign that read: ONLY ONE LEFT IN STOCK. ORDER SOON! (MORE ON THE WAY)

Finally they entered a smaller cavern that looked like a combination loading zone and throne room. The walls were lined with metal shelves six stories high, decorated with war banners, painted shields, and the stuffed heads of dragons, hydras, giant lions, and wild boars. Standing guard along either side were dozens of forklifts modified for war. An iron-collared male drove each machine, but an Amazon warrior stood on a platform in back, manning a giant mounted crossbow. The prongs of each forklift had been sharpened into oversized sword blades.

The shelves in this room were stacked with cages containing live animals. Hazel couldn't believe what she was seeing—black mastiffs, giant eagles, a lion-eagle hybrid that must've been a gryphon, and a red ant the size of a compact car.

She watched in horror as a forklift zipped into the room, picked up a cage with a beautiful white pegasus, and sped away while the horse whinnied in protest.

"What are you doing to that poor animal?" Hazel demanded.

Kinzie frowned. "The pegasus? It'll be fine. Someone must've ordered it. The shipping and handling charges are steep, but—"

"You can buy a pegasus online?" Percy glared at him. "Obviously you can't, male. But Amazons can. We have followers all over the world. They need supplies. This way."

At the end of the warehouse was a dais constructed from pallets of books: stacks of vampire novels, walls of James Patterson thrillers, and a throne made from about a thousand copies of something called The Five Habits of Highly Aggressive Women.

At the base of the steps, several Amazons in camouflage were having a heated argument while a young woman—Queen Hylla, Hazel assumed—watched and listened from her throne.

Hylla was in her twenties, lithe and lean as a tiger. She wore a black leather jumpsuit and black boots. She had no crown, but around her waist was a strange belt made of interlocking gold links, like the pattern of a labyrinth. Hazel couldn't believe how much she looked like Reyna—a little older, perhaps, but with the same long black hair, the same dark eyes, and the same hard expression, like she was trying to decide which of the Amazons before her most deserved death.

Kinzie took one look at the argument and grunted with distaste. "Otrera's agents, spreading their lies.

What?" Frank asked.

Then Hazel stopped so abruptly, the guards behind her stumbled. A few feet from the queen's throne, two Amazons guarded a cage. Inside was a beautiful horse—not the winged kind, but a majestic and powerful stallion with a honey-colored coat and a black mane. His fierce brown eyes regarded Hazel, and she could swear he looked impatient, as if thinking: About time you got here.

"It's him," Hazel murmured.

"Him, who?" Percy asked.

Kinzie scowled in annoyance, but when she saw where Hazel was looking, her expression softened. "Ah, yes. Beautiful, isn't he?"

Hazel blinked to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. It was the same horse she'd chased in Alaska. She was sure of it…but that was impossible. No horse could live that long.

"Is he…" Hazel could hardly control her voice. "Is he for sale?"

The guards all laughed.

"That's Arion," Kinzie said patiently, as if she understood Hazel's fascination. "He's a royal treasure of the Amazons—to be claimed only by our most courageous warrior, if you believe the prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Hazel asked.

Kinzie's expression became pained, almost embarrassed. "Never mind. But no, he's not for sale."

"Then why is he in a cage?"

Kinzie grimaced. "Because…he is difficult."

Right on cue, the horse slammed his head against the cage door. The metal bars shuddered, and the guards retreated nervously.

Hazel wanted to free that horse. She wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted before. But Percy, Frank, and a dozen Amazon guards were staring at her, so she tried to mask her emotions. "Just asking," she managed. "Let's see the queen."

Just at that moment, a bunch of people with bows and arrows stormed in. The one in the middle screamed "Percy Jackson, I am so going to kill you!"

A/N: That's the end of this chapter. I feel so evil leaving it on a cliff hanger but hey, that's how Uncle Rick writes and we read that too, don't we? There might be a difference in fonts in between but ignore that. If there isn't any, Yay me! Did you get that? Please don't forget to review so that I can improve my writing and know what you think of my story. Until then, toodles! :)