Hello everyone! I hope you didn't forget about me. Well I have a lot of thing going on in my life the last months so I had to put aside writing for a while. And the bad thing is that my exams are coming also so the next chapter will also be delayed.

But, till then I hope you enjoy this one.

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Honestly you are amazing guys. And please review! It helps me so much.

Also, I wanted to say that I have seen a lot of people making Aphrodite a little air headed and just like before I will try something different with her. So I ask humbly your opinion about the character I will try to somehow build for her.

And I will also try something new, with one of my favorite characters, Chiron, and it is something that I think i haven't seen being done. So I hope for fair reviews about that also.

Also, I will try once more to get the pulse of the Romans so please tell me what you thought about it.

Last but not least, I will try to see a new perspective of things, with the point of view of Tyson.

And I want to thank Johanna Nightshade once more for beta-ing? This chapter!

*Changes*

Artemis

As I flashed myself to my chariot, Thalia's words echoed in my ears. I am suspicious about Arianna.

I started pacing the chariot, trying to clear my mind of everything else.

Could Arianna really be a spy? No, my unconscious mind insisted. She is a Huntress. She lives for the Hunt and it is her family.

But deep down somehow I knew Thalia was right. Something was off about Arianna, and if she were anyone else but my huntress I wouldn't deny the possibility that she was working for Tartarus. And she might be the reason Percy is captured. And if that were true what should I do to her? What could I do to her?

I sat down, desperate.

I couldn't accept it in an instant. The past week I had been intentionally avoiding some things that were new to me, not just because of fear-just as I was doing right now

I was denying that one of my hunters might be working with the enemy. I had carefully chosen them and I treated and protected them like my children. I had never felt betrayal from my adopted family until today, and it made me feel uneasy-and scared. I hadn't let myself be controlled by emotions before; I had always controlled them, and almost always have put them aside.

But now that was impossible. It had already had too big of an impact on me and the Hunt.

But there still might be a bright side. At least we might find a way to Percy. If Arianna was truly working for Tartarus then we had a slight advantage, and a greater chance of getting Percy back. But we had to be careful.

The weight on my shoulders lifted slightly. I had accepted Arianna's betrayal-or at least, I had tried to. A part of me still hoped she was innocent.

What made it worse was that the only person I knew would be always loyal to me was gone. Loyal to Olympus, I corrected myself mentally. But I had to face the truth again, just like with Arianna.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't sense the new presence on the chariot till she stood in front of me. Instinct kicked in and I leaped at her, dagger in my hand.

"Oh, come on. You destroyed my hair," the goddess of love pouted, having flashed herself beside me just in time to avoid being stabbed.

"Really Aphrodite? I didn't even touch you."

"Still. Don't you know what teleportation does to curls?"

I couldn't argue or deal with her right now so I said something like 'whatever' under my breath, completely uncharacteristic but well deserved.

"So why exactly are you here?" I finally said after a minute of silence.

"To help you understand your feelings," said Aphrodite. She smiled, like I would understand.

I looked at her puzzled.

"You know you can't run away from them right?"

Great.

"Arianna's like my daughter," I told her, only half telling the truth. "I still can't believe that she might be a traitor."

"Artemis," Aphrodite gave me a disappointed look. "I am not a fool you know. I've witnessed betrayal from one of my favorite daughters in the last Titan war. That's not what I'm talking about."

"I don't understand," I frowned, though inside I was panicking. How could I explain it to her-Aphrodite, of all people, the biggest gossip on all of Olympus?

But she was the goddess of Love. That had to mean something.

I didn't need to say anything. Aphrodite looked at me with a knowing expression on her face. "Acceptance will clear your way," she said simply, tone caring, and disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.

She was right, and I knew it. At some point, I would have to face my feelings. But if I did that now I wouldn't be able to focus at my task at hand.

I had to save Percy.

Nico

As much as it pained me to say it, we just couldn't go to Tartarus. I knew it was stupid to oppose some of the most dangerous Gods of the Olympus but having survived Tartarus, I was the only one that could really open their eyes.

After Zeus declared the meeting over and most of the Gods left, I was alone with my friends.

"We have to tell the news to the campers," said Jason. Our silence agreed with him.

"I will go to the Romans. I think I can channel their anger to more fruitful ways for helping Percy." He was right-though he might not have been completely Roman now they still looked up to and respected him.

"I will go to Camp Half Blood," I volunteered. "It's the least I can do for my cousin."

"I will go see if I can make something to strengthen our defenses." Leo proposed.

"Hazel and I can go start making defense plans." Frank said.

"We will go to Camp Jupiter to see how we can strengthen our weak points," offered Reyna pointing with her head to Piper, who agreed with a small nod.

"And I will go and see how the amazons can help" finished Hylla.

Again, no one disagreed. We flashed ourselves out and I concentrated on the task at hand.

I appeared on the Big House. I saw my teacher and mentor sitting there, a grim look on his face. When he heard me he turned to me with a little hope hinted in his eyes, only for it to be crushed by my expression.

"I have to tell them," I stated and he nodded that he understood.

He left the big House and I heard noise from the campers.

I needed some time to think and clear my mind. I couldn't show any more emotion than what I was allowed to show.

As I walked up to the campfire, all small talk died out in an instant.

The fire died down too, leaving a small flame, showing that the campers knew something was wrong.

"There has been an incident."

Everybody was watching at me, hanging onto my words. They were hoping for good news, and I hated to crush their hopes. "A new enemy has arisen. And it is the biggest threat we have had yet."

I stopped again. And there was one word before the chaos. Literally.

One powerful name. And the worst part is that I had to tell them about the capture of Percy.

"Tartarus."

The moment the name left my mouth I saw something I had never seen happen. The flame died completely. Hope had been extinguished.

Everyone was quiet, looking at each other. They sought reassurance from their friends and were met with equally bleak then the flame came alive once more.

"We have the greatest heroes that can help us win the fight" said Malcolm. A lot of voices joined him.

"We have Percy" someone shouted and the campers had hope again.

But I had to take it away from them.

Chiron stomped his hoof and everyone stopped talking once more.

The next hit was going to be the final straw.

Chiron

I had lived many years. Most of them I had spent training heroes-watching them grow, watching them age. Watching them die.

I had seen so many powerful young demigods, wanting to help the Gods and traded their lives for the good of the world.
Some had lived quiet lives, with few adventures. And others had such difficult lives that I wondered sometimes if I could live through it.

Most of those didn't make it through. But others did. And some of them became something more than a hero.

And some of them were truly like sons and daughters to me.

Like Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase.

Two young children, who survived so much together.

I was happy to be their teacher and guide them through those hard times. I was especially proud for these two because they lived through so much hardship and still found strength in each other. In my eyes, they would be two of the greatest Heroes who ever lived.

But the Fates were cruel to them, Percy most of all.

Now again he was up against one of the primordial gods, and in Tartarus for the second time.

I had mourned for Percy when he died, and then for Annabeth when she gave her life to save his.

I couldn't see any more heroes fall before they lived a good life. I wanted to retire. I had seen my fair trade of pain and death.

But what Percy was facing right now was something I couldn't handle.

I had to stay to help as much as I can.

Nico's voice brought me back to reality. His words had power in them. Nico told them about Tartarus.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The flame died. The hope was lost from the campers.

But then someone said that they would join forces with the heroes to repel the enemy. I was afraid that someone would refer to Percy. And they did.

I saw that Nico didn't know what to do. So I stepped in. Literally.

I looked at him and nodded.

"He has been captured by Tartarus." He said and lowered his head.

The campers at first were too stunned to move or do anything.

They had lost their hero, and then he came back, being traded with another great hero, only to be taken from them again, and this time to a fate worse than death.

And then all of them at once starting shouting.

Everyone wanted to create a team to send to Tartarus. And everyone wanted to be in it.

I was touched to see so many children wanting to risk their life for their friend and their brother in arms. But something told me that Nico wasn't done with his speech.

"QUIET." He said in a calm voice, with such power in his voice that darkness was concentrated to the place he stood, giving him an even darker look.

"We can't do anything about him right now. He is in Tartarus. For the second time. And alone. Last time he was with Annabeth and that gave me hope that he would survive through it. And he did. But I have been there alone. And I am a kid of the Underworld. If I could I would be the first to create a force to go save him. But Tartarus is a place that still haunts me and will haunt me for the rest of my days.
I know he is one of the strongest heroes who ever lived, if not the strongest. But last time he had a very strong feeling that helped him through. Love. And right now I don't know even if that would help him.
We know that Tartarus might attack us. So the only thing we can do for Percy is to pray for him-and have faith in him.
As for ourselves, we can only ready our defenses. Monsters at this time will be more powerful than ever so we must be ready. We are already making plans about them. I want everyone tomorrow ready to help reinforce the camp."

He spoke with a tone that told me that things were even worse that I thought they were. Other times I got my information from Olympus but I thought that right now, even they didn't know much.

But I saw something on the faces of the campers that made me hope. I saw determination-and will for life.

And then Clarisse stood up. Her words and the emotion in them both shocked and empowered all those present.

"For Percy and Olympus!" She shouted, raising her fist.

And all the campers followed her example.

They all knew that things were going to be hard from now on, but they were determined to make it through.

Jason

I flashed myself to my father's temple in New Rome, alongside Piper and Reyna.

"I will make sure everyone is assembled in the Arena. Don't be late. You have 10 minutes" Reyna said to me and walked away, after giving me a weird look, as if I had forgotten about discipline in Rome.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Piper and I took her hand.

"We can make it through," I replied, but it was obvious I didn't believe it either.

"At least we have you. You can really help in the upcoming war," she tried to lift my spirits. It didn't work, but I appreciated that she tried.

"I know. But I will never be as great as Percy. He's the deciding factor in this fight. Without him we will be destroyed."

"We can do this. Now go," she said, releasing her grip and using enough charm speak that for a second, I actually believed her.

I arrived in the arena just as the last people filled the empty spots.

"ROMANS." I said, making everyone silence. "There have been some incidents and it seems that a new threat arises and is lurking in the shadows, ready to destroy us, our Greek brothers and the Gods. We must stand together and stand strong."

I yelled the last work, making the warriors hit their shields with their weapons.

"The new enemy is none other than Tartarus," I stated, over the sound of hushed murmurs.

Some new demigods looked a bit confused while I noticed some old men lower their head.

"But there is one more matter. Perseus Jackson has been captured by him."

This news made them react, unlike the previous statement.

Now I saw that he was is the greatest hero ever lived. Already all the Romans wanted to sacrifice their lives for his. They called for a quest, a search mission, anything to help him.

"But" I said, leaving a pause to make everyone silence again before I continued.

"Percy is one of the greatest heroes ever lived and if there is one person that can survive, I bet my life that it will be him."

Everyone started shouting his name. PERCY, PERCY, PERCY. It was a cheer and a reassurance all at once.

"The only thing left to do is to get our defenses ready and pray for our heroes. The upcoming war will be one of the most difficult ones we have faced. But with the favor of the Gods and the help of the Greeks, we will once more prevail," I continued after the chant stopped.

"Senatus Populus Que Romanus!"

The arena filled with the united voice of the Romans, some strong and others weak.

As I walked away I noticed something that I hadn't seen in a long time. The Romans had lost some of their hope.

And I knew what they were thinking. If Tartarus could capture their hero, what would stop him from killing him each one of them?

And the worst part is that I thought that too.

Tyson

I am happy. I am the general of the Cyclops army in Poseidon's underwater palace, which is somehow reconstructed after the war with Oceanus.

I am also with Ella, who likes it underwater, as she tells me that swimming is like flying.

I was very happy when dad did a little magic with her and now she can breathe normally.

The sillibine book is progressing very well so all things are going good.

The best news is that my brother is alive, and with his family. Dad had told me this, wearing a proud smile.

Currently I am creating a new weapon for my brother. But as I am about to start the most detailed work the whole palace rumbles.

I run quickly to father's room.

He is in a chair, his wife besides him. Triton was just in front of me.

Father is in a very bad mood. He is in his old form. Something is not good; I don't like the way everyone is staring at me.

I walk to him and he looks up to me. I could tell he had been crying.

"I have to tell you something," he says. "Percy has been captured by Tartarus".
I couldn't believe his words. My Brother. Percy.

"NO!" I burst. The whole building trembled once again.

"Son, please calm down." My father says and comes up to me. He puts a hand on my shoulder.

"All will be well, son. Percy is the strongest Hero of all. He will come back to us."

I see the promise and some hope in his eyes and I am reassured that things will be alright.

"Now. Please gather the army and everyone in the palace. I have some news to deliver."

I nod and leave. As I turn I see Triton with his head lowered and in a bad mood.

After ten minutes we are all waiting for Poseidon's arrival.

He strides in, his wife at one side and Triton on the other. He is the prince of Atlantis and has helped me with some fighting techniques.

"I have two announcements. Please listen to me."

Whatever conversation might have been happening immediately stops.

"One, a new enemy is on our tail, and this time we must fight harder than ever to win this war. Tartarus has arisen and wants to destroy us all"

All the beings in the room start murmuring to one another. Panic is plain on everyone's faces.

Father hit his trident on the floor.

"And two. My son, the Prince of Atlantis, and brother of Triton and Tyson has been captured."

That creates a lot of noise in the room.

All knew what Percy had done for them. All knew that he had given his life for Olympus and all had mourned for his loss.

But now most of them didn't know how to handle this situation.

"Right now the two camps are in danger and we must help them. Apart from sending troops, we must create weapons for them, so that they may survive until we are ready to destroy Tartarus."

Every Cyclops nods. We were all ready to help Olympus once more, if only just to rescue Percy.

I turn to them.

"For Atlantis. For Olympus. For Percy!" I shout, and their voices join mine. For just a moment, it feels like we can win.

*That's all for now. Well we didn't see Percy, and I am sorry for that. I slowed the things down a bit so that you are ready for the next chapters.

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