Chapter 2

"Well well well… what do we have here?" Ares sat atop what appeared to be his throne from the Olympian throne room. "If it isn't the little sea brat." Ares frowned "not so little anymore I suppose." Percy just glared at the god. "Not as talkative as you used to be huh." Ares stood up from his throne and walked towards Percy who was kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"There is nothing to say. I've heard of your arena and I know what awaits me. Nothing needs to be said." Ares let some air out through his nose and just looked at Percy who now looked down at the sandy floor."

"You must be pretty lonely, what with all your camper friends having died." Ares waited for a reaction from Percy, but none came. Kryos who stood behind Percy kicked him in the back causing Percy to fall on his face.

"Do not disrespect my father, he is talking to you should answer". Percy struggled back to his knees and spit the dirt out of his mouth.

"Yeah I suppose it gets pretty lonely." Percy growled.

Ares grinned "well I suppose I can help you with that. We are family after all, neither of us have much of that left…" his tone became somber and the fire in his eyes died down a little. "Take him to the dungeon" Ares grunted and walked back to his throne before slowly sitting in it and staring off into the distance.

Kryos looked at his father and sighed quietly to himself in disappointment. "Come on slave" he said as he grabbed Percy by the collar and pulled him up. "Off to the coliseum with you." Kryos dragged Percy outside while Percy got lost in his thoughts.

"I can help you with that. What did Ares mean by that? That encounter didn't go at all like I thought it would… Ares seemed almost sad by the events that have taken place. Maybe he has emotions after all. Never saw that coming…" Percy glanced up at that moment to see where Kryos was taking him. They were headed to the only building that was bigger than Ares' palace. "That must be the collessium." Percy wondered how Ares built these structures. It's been a while since the bombs were dropped but surely these would have taken longer than that

Kryos opened a hatch outside the walls of the coliseum that led deep into the ground. The hatch led to a gloomy tunnel with sandstone bricks making up the walls. Torches were placed at strategic points along the wall that allowed just barely enough light to see, but still allowed the place to look like a gloomy dungeon. About 50 feet down the tunnel it split into two directions.

Kryos pointed to left "that way leads to the coliseum you will fight in very soon, and die in." kryos chuckled and led Percy down the path to the right. The ceiling seemed to dip down so that it was barely above Percy's head, Kryos had to duck to even fit in the tunnel. "This way leads to your new home." Percy and Kryos walked the narrow path for several hundred feet before it turned and opened up into what was very obviously a dungeon. Cells lined the walls with a path in the middle to walk. Every cell was full with one or two men. Some missing limbs others just missing digits, all of them looking dejected and defeated. They had all accepted their fate, Percy's eyes narrowed; that was not something that he would do. He glared at any who met his eyes as if to show his distaste for those in the cages.

At the end of the room was a single door. "This is the suite, if you need another towel or anything let me know." Kryos laughed while taking out a knife on his belt, he then cut persons bonds and opened the door. "Enjoy your stay" he said before shoving Percy in. as the door closed almost all light left the room, the only light that got in was a little slit in the middle of the door. So jailors can peer in Percy assumed.

Percy stood looking at the slit of light and clenched his fists cursing his current situation. He decided however, that there was nothing he could and decided to take stock of "the suite". He allowed his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the extreme low light and looked around the room. It was actually fairly large for a jail cell. Twenty feet by ten feet he guessed. In the corner closest to the door was a hole in which a foul smell emanated, he guessed that was the bathroom. In another corner was a slab of rock "looks comfortable" he thought sarcastically. And in the final corner was… a figure hunched into a ball looking at the wall. Percy gasped when he noticed "they didn't tell me I'd have to share" he thought in mock anger.

"Hello?" Percy called out to what he hoped was a fellow human. The figure didn't make a sound or even move. "Crap they wouldn't put me in here with a dead body would they". Percy approached the figure and reached out to try and shake them. The second his hand touched it, it moved lighting fast and twisted Percy's arm before sweeping his legs from under him and pinning him to the ground. Percy's face was in the dirt and his arm was twisted painfully behind his back.

"I already told Kryos I would not allow anyone to touch me, yet he is stupid enough to send someone else to do it. He must not care about your life." A female voice growled above Percy. Percy tried to move but she was insanely strong and he couldn't move at all. He finally managed to lift his face up enough to speak.

"Wait you'bve got it wong! Ima prishona just like you!" Percy managed to say with a face full of dirt. The girl let up a bit to let him talk easier but kept her knee in his back and his arm twisted.

"Why would they put you in here with me? I've been here for a long time now and they have never done that. Why now?" She asked him. Percy's eyes widened.

"Wait that voice sounds familiar!" he thought. He decided to tap into his demi-god powers and exerted his full strength. She had leaned in when talking and he suddenly shot his head back hitting her in the nose. Her grip loosened and he ripped his arm away from her. Her hand shot up to staunch the blood coming from her nose. He flipped them around and sat on top of her pinning her arms to the ground.

She struggled but couldn't shake Percy's strong grip. "Now are you willing to listen to me?" Percy asked nicely.

"Fine" she harrumphed. Percy quickly stood up and let go of her, but still stood in a fighting stance. She got up off the ground and sat on the rocky slab.

"I'm Percy, nice to meet you. What's your name?" the girl gasped

"Thalia… Thalia grace" she said quietly.