Percy's POV

Hacking and slashing, I ravaged the enemy base.

I had accidentally stumbled upon it while looking for Apollo. I felt my world spin and before I knew it, I was mowing down the spies' base (not visibly... Just by destroying their supplies).

I was currently interrogating a person who was posing as Artemis. I had a blurry memory of Artemis getting kidnapped, and I was determined to get her back.

"Percy... It's me." The imposter claimed (almost convincingly).

"No, it's not." I growled heatedly, getting tired of this person's stalling," Where's Artemis and what have you done to her?"

My hand unconsciously edged towards the hilt of my temporary sword, forgetting my morals in my time of complete and utter distress.

The spy closed her eyes as if she had accepted her fate, except I hadn't even taken out my sword... My eyes wandered to my sheath, where my hand was about to pull out my sword. My hand flew away and I staggered back. I hadn't done that, even when those children were in danger back at Delphi.

Instead, I picked up a blunt arrow dropped by the girl and struck her in the head, causing her to fall back into waves of sand

She screamed desperately before dropping to the ground like a rag doll, devoid of life and feeling.

I slung her over my back, deciding to interrogate her later. Hopefully, she could provide me with information on Artemis' location.

I was walking back when I heard a familiar voice call out worriedly," Percy! There you are! Where's Artemis?"

"Hey, Apollo. I found this spy, and I've decided to interrogate her later, but we need to find Artemis." I answered grimly, trying to turn to face him, but staggering under the weight of the imposter.

He seemed baffled and stumbled away from me, much to my confusion and dismay.

I called out, slightly worried," Apollo? What's going on?"

Standing in place while thinking, Apollo stood as still as a statue, as if covered in dry cement.

After many painful moments awaiting his reply, he did something I didn't expect. He charged me.

Apollo POV

Hesitantly and pretty much regretting my decision, I charged Percy, fully aware that I was only distracting him. Beforehand, I had already briefed the Delphians on what they were to do should all three (3) of us godlings go MIA (Missing In Action). Hopefully, I could stall long enough for them to get to the base and maybe launch a search party.

Leaping into the air mid-run, I imitated a posture someone would assume if they were to ram into someone, head on. However, my plan was to do anything but that.

Seconds before my body came into contact with Percy's, I nimbly changed my position so my feet were angled towards Percy.

When our bodies collided, my hastily formed plan begun.

The moment I felt his body against my feet, I kicked with every fibre of my being (not literally, of course, but you get the gist).

Just like I had calculated (I absolutely didn't just hope for the best), I was flung a moderate distance away from where I kicked Percy while the confused godling, in that instant, was flung backwards, right into a pile of flawlessly placed gobar (cow dung... I hope). Gross!

Meanwhile, I took the distraction as a rest period, where I quickly re-attached one of my bowstrings to the limbs of my bow. My quiver was full, secured safely to my belt.

I nocked an arrow but didn't dare pull the bowstring yet, since holding it for extended periods of time would result in me over-exerting myself, which I wouldn't want, since I was about to face godling who was not only an excellent swordsman but also the son of the Earthshaker: Poseidon.

As he rose to his feet, I could feel my pulse quicken. I didn't particularly fancy my odds against Percy since if he got close, he would have the upper hand and he at least could block my attacks. The most I could do would be to use the limbs of my bow to block one (1) or two (2) attacks with a sword before my bow would snap, rendering me defenceless.

He stumbled towards me before abruptly freezing.

"Apollo..." He warned, his voice wavered as he tried to contain his anger and maintain a level-head," What are you doing?"

Stumbling for words, I said the first thing that came to mind, which wasn't all that good for the type of conversation we were having," You... Aren't... Umm... You aren't... Umm... You aren't, You aren't thinking straight!"

He looked at me questioningly before taking a threatening step forward and gripped his sword by the hilt like he was about to stab me, but the thoughts didn't help me. I had to be optimistic, so I thought of the optimistic but highly unlikely outcomes. I know... I wasn't helping my situation, but it helped soothe my nerves, as well as give me a boost of newfound confidence.

Feigning submission, yielding and defeat, I keeled to my knees. As I had predicted, Percy got slightly over-confident and marched over, probably grinning to himself.

"So you give up, Apollo?" He questioned extravagantly before his turn turned slightly suspicious and he spoke," Or are you Apollo? Maybe your another one of those spies, eh?"

I didn't dare move a muscle and instead hung my head like one would act if he were right.

He growled heatedly," So you are a spy. Now, where are Artemis and Apollo? Where are they?"

It was already obvious that something was wrong with him. It was like he was on blue cookies again (don't ask) but that's besides the point. There was something wrong with him and I think I knew what. It was pretty likely that the culprit of our current problems was probably the eidolon I faced earlier.

If so, then Percy would be under the complete control of the spirit, seeing as he was a godling and therefore too weak to constantly subconsciously empower his mentality to block out intruders.

Knowing this, my resolve steeled. I wasn't fighting my friend, Percy. I was facing an eidolon, one that would likely want to weaken Poseidon's hold on the sea by using his son as blackmail.

How do I know? Do you remember those visions of the future? Yeah. Those told me that. Along with eventually taking over Olympus.

Huh. Who knew the world would rest on the shoulders of a godling, no less one who could only handle a bow, but I was pretty great, so they definitely chose well.

I mean, with my awesome future vision powers, I could definitely beat anyone, even Percy... Right?

'How hard could it be?' I thought to myself to boost my confidence just a little bit further.

Boy, was I wrong.

Getting slightly overconfident of my abilities, I pulled the string on my bow which I had previously nocked beforehand and let go.

Sure that the arrow would reach its target - Percy's thigh - I relaxed, but almost instantly tensed again the moment Percy blocked the arrow with a weathered wooden plank.

Unprepared, I tripped backwards, hitting my head against what felt like a rock.

My vision blurred, and stars seemed to dance before my very eyes, along with predictions of the future foretelling my death, which definitely didn't help reassure me.

My eyes finally collected themselves and I got a clear sight of Percy, his sword aimed at my heart, ready to plunge it through and take my life.

"Any last words," He stated emotionlessly.

My eyes did a quick sweep of the perimeter. The moon had come out, meaning that I couldn't see much.

However, my future vision didn't really highlight any new outcomes, apart from me dying. Over and over.

Obviously, the Delphians had made their way to the rebel base by now and may have organised a rescue team (I would hope so) to rescue us.

"Go to Tartarus." I sneered defiantly, sealing my fate (which was technically already sealed but whatever).

He raised his sword over his head, poised to strike, and I clamped my eyes shut - a nervous habit I did whenever someone was about to get fatally wounded or just hurt.

However, the hit never came and instead I was greeted with a feminine voice that I knew all too well," Aww. Does wittle Apollo need his bigger sister to save him all the time?"

I scowled at how she mocked me, even though I had saved her from Percy's wrath by drawing his attention.

My eyes opened to Percy lying on the ground, faintly resembling a squid in the manner that his arms and legs were splayed out randomly at odd angles. Above him, a hazy shadow separated itself from his body, probably due to the fact that their s was unconscious and likely ran out of helpfulness.

"Whatever, Artemis. This isn't the time." I growled, knowing Artemis' smug smirk would be wiped clean off if she understood the gravity of the situation," We need to get Percy to the rebel base. You know where it is right?"

I turned to her, stone-faced, and eased myself once she nodded, her face betraying the fact that she was thoroughly puzzled.

I picked up Percy and heaved him onto my shoulder (It didn't look very heroic. In fact, I had just slung his arms and head onto my shoulder while the bottom half of his body was just laying on the ground.

"Lead the way." I spoke steadily while trying to keep Percy from falling off of my shoulders and landing face first on the ground.

She turned and dashed away, remembering to slow down substantially so I wouldn't lose sight of her.

I grimly carried Percy, acting like the hero of a story would. Confident and in control.

Meanwhile, as opposed to my physical actions, my mind was in tatters.

My future vision was supposed to give me outcomes, but they didn't show a single outcome where Artemis saved me or I lived. The visions were started to become more of a frustration to me than a tool.

First, they cause Percy to be controlled by an eidolon, and next they fail to mention that I would survive an attack orchestrated by the same eidolon.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I carried Percy to a pile of dung that had a conveniently placed sign pointing at the faeces.

It read: 'YOU ARE NOT IN LEAGUE WITH THE KING. LEAP INTO PILE IF YOU ARE WORTHY.'

Ever-so reluctantly, I complied and leapt into the pile, the feeling of air being sucked out of my lungs hitched my confidence for a minute before I was released into the massive hangar that was the rebel base.

I was frozen in awe. I could understand why Percy was amazed by the base.

The entire base looked to have taken about ten (10) years just to empty out the ground to make the base of the... Well, base.

However, I soon got over my awe and raced towards an area where I could see an empty table and what looked like medical supplies.

I didn't count on the mortals to have any nectar or ambrosia, but they did have the equipment and ingredients I needed to heal Percy. As a god or even a demigod, you didn't have to worry about any mental damage from eidolons since a demigod had just enough energy to erect a barrier to minimise the damage done by any eidolons, but mortals and godlings were another case altogether. They didn't have the immortal energy needed or the control to channel it. Godlings may be able to harness the powers passed on from their parents, but they can't channel enough energy to shield their mind, and therefore, their sanity.

This meant Percy might have some psychological problems. To fix that, I resorted to making a quick concoction.

Even if he wasn't injured, it wouldn't hurt to be sure he doesn't sustain mental injuries in the future.

Grabbing a handful of herbs from a basket handily labelled 'Feverfew', I crushed them into tiny bits before soaking the remains in a bowl of water.

After a few seconds, I channelled my mother's energy (even though I'm a godling, I'm also part titan and titanlings - Is that even a word? - have WAY more control over energy than I should) into the mixture and spoke to myself, repeating a spell over and over again.

I ignored the gathering crowd and finished the brew before pinching Percy's nose and pouring the solution into the son of Poseidon's mouth.

Taking a few steps back, I waited, hoping my handiwork managed to do its job.

After a couple of painful moments, Percy groaned. He was alive.

Not remembering I had been holding my breath, I exhaled.

He was definitely not going to die anytime soon, but there was probably some internal damage.

Seriously, that guy was a fricking god (He wasn't yet but it was a metaphor).

He probably wouldn't mention this to anyone but while we were trekking to the city, he accidentally got impaled by a celestial bronze spear because he wasn't looking where he was going.

We thought he was dead for sure but somehow, he had survived. Seriously, it was like he was the main protagonist of a story or something since he literally couldn't die.

*Flashback Start*

While I was talking to Percy, I asked him a question," Hey, Percy?"

Nonchalantly, he answered back," Yeah?"

Unsure of how to phrase it, I began," Umm... I don't know how to tell this to you, but Artemis said that she... Umm... Give me a moment. She told me to ask you for something before she was to check our inventory but I'm not completely sure what."

I racked my head and finally remembered but instantly discarded the thought and cried, hoping to avert a crisis," PERCY! WATCH OUT!"

He turned back and started to stop, but not in time.

He gasped weakly as a spear pierced his chest and appeared from his back. Suddenly, I would've given anything to be facing off with a cyclops than to be witnessing such a gruelling scene.

Dropping my bow (which just happened to be in my hand), I bolted towards Percy and scowled at the stupid soldier who had carelessly packed their celestial bronze spear the wrong way so it was poking out from behind, waiting to kill any unexpecting entities who were looking the wrong way.

I gave him what he deserved. I'm not going to describe what, but I am going to say is that the ending scene wasn't very pretty.

*Flashback End*

Afterwards, we were able to fix him up and we continued on our way to Sparta.

Focusing my attention on the present, I trudged towards Artemis and attempted to lighten the sullen mood, to no avail.

Although Percy had just been saved, we were hours away from raiding Sparta. One of the most powerful cities in Greece military wise, and we didn't even know what we were supposed to do.

I suspected Artemis already had a plan but I didn't want her to know that I knew that. Acting like an oblivious fool had its perks.

Remembering to do so, I asked Artemis," What's the time?"

"Well," She replied coolly," It's about four (4) hours past twelve (12) which also translates to four pm (4:00 pm) for your simple mind-"

"Wait," I interrupted, before freaking out completely," IT'S NIGHT! I THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO RAID SPARTA TODAY!"

Overcome with alarm and shock, she shrieked," OH MY GODS! PERCY IS GOING TO KILL US! WHAT ARE WE-"

"Artemis! Calm down! We'll find another opportunity. For now, we should consult the leader of this whole operation since they must've known of this opportunity and may have a reason as to why we didn't just attack today." I cut in hastily before Artemis could make a rash decision that would stir up some unwanted trouble.

I motioned for her to follow me before asking a passerby where I politely inquired about where I could find the leader, wherever he was.

What I didn't expect, however, was for her to scowl disapprovingly at me when I asked, for a reason unbeknownst to me.

Nevertheless, she eventually fell to the hunk that was me and provided detailed directions as to where their boss was.

As I sped off, nagging Artemis as she conversed with the helpful follower of our cause, I heard them snicker. Clearly about how awesome I am and how silly any hopes of going out with me were, obviously!

I sped off, leaving Artemis in the dust. I knew what I was going to do. I was going to ask the boss about our dilemma, get his autograph (because why not?), then surpass all of his expectations and become famous as the saviour of Delphi... Then beg them to make me their patron.

My plan was explicitly planned out to the most precise detail (like how cool I was going to look doing each of the things listed above) and there was no way anything was going to get in the way of my success.

Except for Artemis. She could very easily publically embarrass me, but I didn't count on her doing so because we were siblings.

Besides, what's the worst she could do?

Artemis POV

Apollo asked a young woman where he could find the leader of this whole operation.

Afterwards, I proceeded to speak to the mortal, whose name turned out to be Jaime.

Not something I'd need to know, but the conversation was pleasant.

Apollo ran off, likely because he thought this was what mother meant when she said to 'take initiative'.

He probably thought this referred to him having to do everything first before everyone else to gain respect.

Seriously. What a child!

Nonetheless, I still calmly strode past him at a leisurely walking speed.

He couldn't run if his life depended on it. He was literally the god of turtles or whatever.

He looked flabbergasted as I ran past him and pushed the twin doors open as if I owned the place.

It was then that I was greeted with a familiar voice,"Hello there, Artemis."

I'm so so so so so (not so) sorry. I just need time and I'm working on a few draft stories as of right now. Thank you all for the support and for being patient. You guys have no idea how good it feels to finish a chapter and get people to read them.

Thanks,

~MasterGravity