Percy PoV

*****Flashback(AN: Fucking still, this is taking forever...)*****

-Line Break to when ToA is finished and Apollo is on Olympus and a god again-

Apollo as far as anyone knows, is back on Olympus. As soon as he got back on Olympus, we haven't heard anything from the Olympians, hell, the gods in general.

And I was pretty fucking pissed about it.

Wanna know why? Ya don't? Too bad. You get to hear my fucktastic tale of woe anyway.

Some kids are treating me like total shit. Why? Jealousy. Fucking jealousy. Apparently, seeing as how I'm the two time Hero of Mount-Shit-Hole, they think I get the fucking special treatment.

Fucking idiots.

NO, I do NOT get the fucking special treatment. I'm treated just like everyone else. Oh wait. No I'm not. I'm fucking hated for fucking no fucking goddamn fucking reason. Seriously, what the fuck.

Everyone of the children of the minor gods hate me. Which is ironic, because I fucking gave them their cabins and respect. They are either unnecessarily rude, or they ignore me. I'm afraid violence is going to be the result soon. (AN: Oh how I love some good ole' fashioned foreshadowing...)

The others either glare at me, or ignore me. More glaring than ignoring now. Travis, Connor, Chris, Clarisse, and Katie still stand by me. I'm not sure about Nico, Thalia, Grover, and Leo. Or Annabeth for that matter. Nico's always in the Underworld. Thalia is with Artemis's Hunters. Leo never came back. They told me he settled in Indiana with Calypso. Good for him. I'm happy he's happy. Grover is off busy doing his "Lord of the Wild" and shit. Annabeth is so distant, I haven't even seen her this week. I really don't know what to do. I thought she was my soulmate.

Eh. Fuck her. She was going to abandon me anyway. It was only a matter of time.

Anyway I was perfectly fine minding my own business, staring off into space, when I heard a scream.

'Somebody needs help,' my subconscious told me, 'You should help.' 'So? Why should I?' I argued back. 'Get your ass out there, or I'm siccing Positivity on your ass.' My subconscious yelled at me. 'Ugh! Not him! He's so... happy.' 'Kinda the point, Perce!' A sickeningly sweet voice announced. 'NO!' Me and me subconscious yelled at the same time. 'WANT A POPTART? OR A COOKIE? OR A SNICKERDOODLE? HEH HEH, SO MANY SWEETS! SWEET! LIKE ME!' Positivity gushed. 'PERCY HELP! I'M GONNA DIE LISTENING TO FUCKING HAPPY THE CAT!' Subconscious yelled. 'Nop, you gotta reap what you sowed, my dude.' I mentally grinned at him. Then I blocked them out and went to go whichever little shit got in trouble.

I ran to the hill, and saw a satyr and dude, about my age, maybe a year younger getting chased by some empousai. At the front of the pack(Gaggle? Herd? Pod? Pride? Oh nevermind...) was my old friend Kelli.

"Dammit, why can't that bitch stay dead?" I muttered. She unfortunately heard me. She bared her teeth, and snarled. "Perseus Jackson. Girls, get the boy and satyr." She snarled out. "What about you, Kelli?" One replied, obviously curious to what the leader was up to. "I'm taking this one. He's mine." She snarled again. "Uh-huh. And how'd that work out for ya last time?" I said sounding bored.

Well I was bored.

She gave a angry wail, and lunged at me, claws extending, ready to rip me into shreds.

Yeah. Lol fam. No.

I ducked, all Matrix style, and at the same time lunged to the left. I narrowly missed her claws. I whipped around faster than you can say "Zeus's lightning patterned underpants", I don't think she even saw me. I sliced in a diagnol line from her waist to her right shoulder, and she burst into dust.

'Dust and ashes," I thought bitterly, "Thats all I'll be someday. Nothing but a fucking forgotten dust bunny.'

I made quick work of the rest of them. I whirled around, like some unorthodox hurricane. A tornado of anger and hate unleashed itself upon the empousai. I almost felt bad for them. Then I remembered, they tried to kill me. They have killed people. They had innocents' blood on their hands. 'But are you any better?' A voice whispered. I faltered enough, for the empousai to knock my blade out of my hand and bite my arm.

I screamed in outrage, and flipped her on to the ground. I stomped hard, so hard I broke her spine, and she burst into dust. Then I heard a yell. "You alright?" Will Solace yelled. He yelled running towards us. Ah Will. I had no fucking idea what he thought about me. One day he was ignoring me, next day he was relatively nice compared to the others. The rest of the camp on his heels, they no doubt heard screaming. 'Little fucking late, fucking little shits.' I thought bitterly.

I looked over to the kid, and my blood froze. He was holding Riptide. What was he fucking doing? "Hey, I killed a bunch of donkey ladies, while this kid just stood there!" He yelled. "What are you fucking going on about? I killed every single one of those douchebags, and YOU just stood there! You would be dead if it weren't for me! Marin, (AN: the satyr) back me up here!"

Marin's eyes flickered from the asshole to me nervously. "P-Percy's telling the truth. You did nothing, Victor." Marin stuttered out. "Oh, Marin! You don't need to be afraid. See, this kid is scaring poor Marin into lying!" Victor yelled out.

I really wanted to fucking send this kid to Tartarus.

Some of the campers were glaring at me. "Really, Jackson? Nobody fucking believes you. Just go fucking kill yourself already. Nobody likes you." A kid I didn't know spoke up. They were new. They weren't in either of the wars. They didn't know bloodshed. They would've screamed like a little girl at the things I've seen. Chris, who was holding back a very livid Clarisse. She looked like she wanted to kill the punk. The Stolls looked furious. Katie looked like she was contemplating how the little shit would look like as a corn plant.

Me? I was speechless.

I felt anger and rage boil up to the surface. How DARE THEY!? I FOUGHT IN TWO FUCKING WARS TO BE TOSSED FUCKING ASIDE LIKE A PIECE OF FUCKING GARBAGE FOR A FUCKING NEWBIE THAT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO HOLD A SWORD!?

OH. HELL. THE. FUCK. NO.

I was fucking furious. How could my friends- no.former friends- buy this shit? It was absolutely fucking preposterous. Then again, jealousy and hate do tend to blind all rational thought.

I just scoffed. Then I heard a voice, one that was very welcomed at the moment. "What is the MEANING OF THIS!? Chiron's voice boomed. "Percy was a douchebag and wouldn't help this poor kid defeat some empousai." The same kid spoke up. If looks could kill, I'm pretty sure Clarisse's glare would've nuked the entire population of Asia and Russia combined. Chiron, being the one person who was completely fucking oblivious to my treatment, seemed shocked."WHAT?" He demanded. "I defeated an entire army of those donkey ladies, while this kid just stood there and watched! I should be made a god or something!" Victor bragged.

'Please let a fucking grand piano drop from the sky or something and crush this fucking idiot.' I prayed.

Chiron scoffed. "People don't become gods for something like that child, especially when "that" is lying."

The kid looked livid. "LIE? ME? Never! Who do you think you are, anyway!?" Victor demanded.

'Just one grand piano.' I prayed.

Chiron looked pissed. "The leader of this camp. Chiron. Now, unless you want to do chores for the rest of your meaningless life, I suggest you SHUT IT." I was stunned. Chiron never talked to anyone that way. Then I felt satisfied. The fucking asshole deserved it. In fact, he probably deserved more.

"Why are you the leader of this camp? I should be! I am perfect after all!" Victor bragged. There were a few gasps at this. "This fucking idiot has a death wish." He heard someone mutter.

'Grand piano, anybody?' I prayed again.

"To the Big House. With me. NOW." Chiro ordered, angry fire raging in his eyes. The kid had the nerve to look afraid. You had the chance to back off, you piece of little fucking shit.

As soon as he crossed the barrior, A laurel wreath appeared on his head, symbol of Nike. This little shit was a Nike kid. Well, at least his name made sense.

I suppose it also made sense why he lied. Fucking Nike kids; they fucking always just HAD to be the fucking best at every single fucking little thing.

It was annoying as fuck.

Chiron didn't even bother to hail him like we usually do.

Ouch.

I don't know why, but I felt uneasy. This kid was going to be trouble. I just knew it.

Victor yelled, "Why aren't you bowing down to me!? BOW DOWN TO ME!"

Nobody bowed.

Double Ouch.

'Is one fucking grand piano so much to ask for?' I complained to any gods listening.

"You," Victor turned to me, "Bow down to me! I am much stronger than you! Bow down to your leader!"

"I'll get the ambrosia and nectar ready..." I heard Will Solace mutter.

I looked at him in the eyes. He looked uneasy at that.

The I started laughing my fucking ass off. Bow? To that little shit who did nothing?

Lol fam. No.

"Shut the fuck up, if you know what's good for you!" Clarisse yelled. I was surprised. I didn't know Clarisse cared about me... I figured she was doing it because of Chris.

Triple Ouch.

He flushed, whether from embarrassment, or anger, I wasn't sure.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I gave him a warning glare. I didn't think it was that scary, but apparently it scared that shit out of him, because he shrunk away from me.

I walked away from him, my feeling of uneasiness growing. I had a bad feeling about this...

YO! MY DUDES!

I'M NOT DEAD YET!

I was supposed to keep the chapter going, but I liked the ending to the chapter.

Deal with it.

Okay! I've been done with "The Burning Maze" since it came out... so...

Yeah.

Fuck you Uncle Rick.

So!

Seeing as how Rick just loves ruining my plot...

I had to change it a bit.

Don't worry. Just a bit.

Okay!

SHIP OPTIONS FOR PERCY TIME!

Perpollo (PercyxApollo)

Lukercy/Perluke/Puke (PercyxLuke)

Jercy (PercyxJason)

Pernor? (PercyxConnor)

Peyna (PercyxReyna)

Perleo (PercyxLeo)

Hercy (PercyxHermes)

Perzoë (PercyxZoë)

Pipercy (PercyxPiper)

And a very low chance of Percabeth. Comment ships you want.

And wow, that's a lotta gay.

TO LE DISCLAIMER~

Victor: I should do the disclaimer! I'm the best person to do the-

Everyone in the fucking universe: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO TARTARUS!

Apollo: All rights go to Rick Rierdon... thankfully.

Me: HEY! I'M NOT THAT EVIL!

Percy: You're sitting there cackling evilly already coming up with an ending to break everybody's hearts'.

Me: SO!?

Agma: See what we have to deal with?

Me: Mwuahehe...

"Hard times don't create heroes. It is during the hard times when the 'hero' within us is revealed."

~Bob Riley