QUESTION TO THE SEVEN AND THE GODS: WHO DO YOU SHIP THE FOLLOWING WITH - Artemis, Zoe, Thalia, Bianca, Athena?

Artemis: WHAT THE HADE-

Hades: Niece. Please don't use my name as a swear.

Artemis: Ok... WHAT THE ACTUAL TARTARU-

Apollo: Hmm... Artemis with... I don't know... Percy? Zoe with... Me!

Artemis: Glares menacingly at Apollo

Apollo: Ok... Percy, I guess? Thalia. Hmm. Me, the Nico kid, or Perce. Bianca... Percy? Now Athena... Apollo trails off

Percy: ...

Annabeth: WHAT THE TARTARUS, APOLLO! I'M GOING TO GET YOU! YOU LITTLE-

Zeus: Athena! Why is your daughter acting like this?

Athena: Sighing and rubbing her temples to keep her from whacking Zeus, her 'father' She's obviously jealous that Perseus was paired with so many OTHER girls. She is his girlfriend. That's her job.

Poseidon: Owl Girl is right, brother.

Aphrodite: OOOH! POTHENA! OH MY GODS! THIS IS MY NEW OTP! I'M SO PRETTY! Wait...

Artemis: Snorts while looking very annoyed I'm surprised you were quiet this long Aphrodite. Your too annoying to remember even if the conversation is focused on you.

Hermes and Apollo: In creepy unison but with cheeky tones Artemis equals Perce. Zoe equals Perce. Thalia equals Perce. Bianca equals Perce. Athena equals Poseidon. The sea is the best choice!

Artemis and Athena: Chasing the boys around the throne room while arrows and owls fly across the throne room.

In the end, Hermes was coated in rats and other tasty treats and then left in an atrium holding the world record for most owls in one place, while Apollo was left in liquid silver after being turned into a werewolf

Percy POV

I groaned in utter frustration. The guards were really starting to get on my nerves.

"What are you doing here again?" One of the guards questioned, scratching his head. For convenience, I'm calling him... Xechasiáris. A little extra trivia for you. That's greek for forgetful.

He had platinum blonde hair that cascaded messily down his back and stopped at about his shoulders. He sported shining silver armour and a celestial bronze spear that seemed like it had edges that were lined with steel. The perfect weapon.

The other whacked him on the head; like he was better than Xechasiáris.

Once again, for convenience (totally not for my entertainment), I'm calling the whacker... Argós, meaning slow.

He had blonde hair fading to brown that only looked around a few centimetres (cm) long.

Wait... I'm digressing. Not my fault. In my defence, the guards were making me lightheaded with their aura. Xechasiáris' aura made me well... Forgetful. Argós' on the other hand, made me... Can you guess? Slow? Oh! My! Gods! You guessed! That was my hardest question ever.

You, my friend, will do great things in life. Wait... Am I breaking the fourth wall? Nevermind.

Back to Argós and Xechasiáris... Xechasiáris and Argós?

You know what? Nevermind.

Argós whacked his companion in the back, sort of like a friendly slap on the back. However, Xechasiáris' facial expression said otherwise.

It was relatively obvious Argós the slow (Yep... That's his new title) hadn't softened the posture of his hand yet.

To be completely honest, I didn't want to kill them. I didn't want to kill everyone.

However, keep in mind that I was on a quest to liberate Sparta of their rancid ruler (that was alliteration. See... I'm smart). The only thing that completely demolished this plan was that some people would fight for Sparta because he would threaten their families.

I was already planning ahead while Xechasiáris and Argós bickered and messed around unprofessionally when Apollo stumbled towards me, shortly followed by Artemis, the former's once blonde hair all muddy and covered with multiple layers of dust while the latter was unscathed.

Apollo's hair was a bird's nest. Figuratively and Literally.

Figuratively first. Apollo's hair was, like I said, muddy and coated in dust along with some... Apples?

Before I continue, the literally. In the short amount of time that he had made his way to me, a bird had recycled the food that the Delphians had generously thrown and somehow adapted them into a nest.

He looked very stressed, to be frank.

I opened my mouth to ask but he cut me off and answered my question, looking mildly... No... Very... Yeah.

He answered my question, looking very annoyed (probably so annoyed that the level of annoyance he was carrying couldn't possibly fit in his face)," The Delphians really hate it when you skip ahead to the front of the circle by flashing my teeth in their faces."

Artemis winced slightly," I think I might be semi-blind for a while."

Apollo's face lit up like he had gotten an idea (which he did). He decided to prove his point with evidence.

Oww... Let me just say for one, wow. Apollo definitely kept those teeth in check. And two... Why were his teeth so shiny? They shouldn't have even been remotely able to reflect light to such a degree.

The Delphians seemed to agree as well. However, their way of agreeing was definitely different from mine. Their method of agreeing with Apollo's claim involved throwing our limited supply of food at his face, arms, legs, and basically any visible part of his body.

I saw fruits fly into the air. Along with Cheese, Meat, and... Chickens? They were literally lobbing chickens, cooked cow, cow milk, and random fruits at Apollo.

Wow, he must really have been frustrated.

he groaned, frustrated (Wow... How'd I know?), betraying the feeling that he was starting to regret joining the citizens of Delphi in their random conquest of freedom.

I called out to the food archers," Do you guys want to starve during the raid? If yes, then please, continue! If no, then stop for Zeus' sake!"

They seemed to get the point and the barrage of food ended just as abruptly as it began, especially when a lightning bolt struck the ground next to me.

"You can't stop me, uncle!" I called jokingly. I already knew that uncle Zeus had nothing against me, so I was in the clear.

The bolt alerted both of the guards and they finally recalled my presence and doctor slow (A.K.A Argós) asked," Wait... Are you one of the rebels?"

"Umm..." My hand edged towards my flask of water and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Artemis grasping her knives, ready to pull them out of their sheaths.

I was about to channel the water into spheres when Argós cut me off," Wait. This is a misunderstanding. We're with the rebels."

My hand fell limp. I sighed in relief. I could definitely have taken one of them, but they were armed with spears and armour and in such close proximity, I definitely wouldn't have had an advantage.

I decided to make use of this perfectly timed opportunity by asking for their assistance," Can you guys show us where this meeting area is? I wasn't informed where exactly we were supposed to go."

"Sure thing." They said in canon, Xechasiáris speaking first, shortly followed by Argós, which was comforting because if they said it in unison, it would've been extremely disturbing.

Linebreak

We followed the guards in single file. This was so we had a smooth cover-up story for any passerby that spotted us.

Whenever someone, like a supporter of the king (of Sparta), was to spot us and walk off suspiciously (and it was always obvious because they never practice), the guards would walk up to them and question them.

The person would say they were alerting the king of the intruders, and the guards would tell them that the king had specifically asked them to escort us.

That was all it took to trick the gullible Spartans.

We headed towards a 'mound' of... Nevermind. However, it was actually a hideout that looked like a mound.

I found out the disturbing way.

"This way."Argós motioned towards the mound.

"Sure..." I answered sceptically. I turned around and whispered to the Delphians," Someone call (by that he means to go fetch) a doctor..."

One of them actually took it seriously and actually moved to the middle of the line, where some of our most valuable assets (e.g. the medics) were safely hidden from any attacks

I gave Xechasiáris a look that clearly said: Dude. Your partner wants us to waltz into a pile of dung. What is the world?

The strange yet disturbing thing was, he just shrugged it off and guess what? Pushed Argós into the pile of waste.

He stumbled forward and tripped, flying through the air, a javelin heading towards its mark... Which was the muck heap.

He made contact, head first, and disappeared from view. It was clear that he probably wasn't going to get out.

I tried to order the citizens of Delphi (I'm calling them the fighters cause they fight with Apollo a lot) but all I saw was green. No... I knew this wasn't going to end well, but I couldn't control my nausea.

overwhelming blues, Sickly shades of green and murky yellows clouded my vision, forcing me to stagger forwards, right into the dump.

As I flew through the air, I saw Apollo and nodded to him.

I fell into the murk. Straight into the thick pile of Faeces.

Artemis POV

The moment Percy disappeared from view, everything descended into madness.

The Delphians were rioting; Percy was probably suffocating in waste and Xechasiáris (Percy told me and I might have 'accidentally' backhanded him for being insulting towards them, but started laughing and clutching my sides only a few moments later); and Apollo and I were getting overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food the Delphians were willing to waste and fling at everyone.

Let's look at each in more detail.

The Delphians were attacking Xechasiáris like there was no tomorrow. I guess they were really attached to Percy.

Some were flinging spears at the targeted guard and were luckily horrible at aiming while the archers had enough common sense to not waste any arrows.

The pile was moving, meaning that Percy was inside and still had oxygen.

Apollo had been run over and his state was worse than when he flashed his smile at everyone.

I was, for the most part, unscathed. However, I still had a collection of bruises that were more concentrated on my arms because I had used them to shield me from the barrage of footfalls. It didn't stop them completely but it definitely helped.

At this rate, we would've been killed before the battle even started... By our allies... Thanks, guys. Real mature for a bunch of grown men and grown women. Real mature.

I heard foot after foot falling rhythmically like a clock, it's 'ticks' and 'tocks' replaced by the 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' of feet slamming against the ground, their bones rumbling.

"Oof!" I heard Apollo groan in pain and I reassured him," It'll be fine!"

To be short. It wasn't going to be fine. A massive foot that probably belonged to one of the strongest of our group came falling, about to slam into my face.

I was about to get trampled when I saw the strangest sight ever.

Something popped out of the collection of dung. Something that was actually someone. Someone that was smiling.

Can you guess who it was?

The poo monster you say? Well... You were semi-right. It was Percy.

His head just appeared, along with one arm, completely clean and not looking like he had just swum through a whole dang pile of faeces. The foot stopped abruptly, along with the rest of the Delphians.

I was gaping like a fish, along with everyone else (except Xechasiáris) when he grinned cheekily and exclaimed," At this rate, you guys are going to get killed by the Delphians."

I retorted snarkily," Well at least the Delphians will want to be less than a thousand (1000) metres from me. Anyway. How come you aren't covered from head to toe in heaps of-"

He cut me off before I could finish the thought," The Mist."

"Oh," I replied shortly and rather stupidly. Wow. I really need to train my eyes more. I couldn't even spot an area where the mist was being used.

However, I still didn't completely comprehend the situation and asked," So you aren't covered in faeces? At all?"

He shook his head in approval and I sighed in relief. I definitely didn't want to travel with a poo-covered Percy the entire trip. I interrogated him further, the wheels in my head turning while my brain was connecting the pieces," So what's inside? And where is Argós?"

He grinned excitedly,"Well that's the thing!"

"What?" I demanded, getting impatient. He was stalling on purpose," Tell me!"

If possible, his grin widened and it seemed to take up his whole face," We've found the rebel base."

I'm sorry for the shorter chapter guys. I just couldn't concentrate and I'm sick. Also, it helps build up tension and I don't want to make a really long and useless filler chapter. In addition, I've recently found out that one of my best friends who was supposed to visit for a week couldn't come because the flight was expensive.

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