A/N: Hey guys, this chapter is going to be longer than the previous 2 and a bit more detailed. I plan on making the rest of my chapters like this. The only reason my first 2 chapters weren't as detailed was because I wanted to establish the story as soon as possible. Also, I had to rewrite this chapter from nothing when I was 3,000 words in because it didn't save. So sorry if this comes out later than expected or their are grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoy.

(Previously)

There was a sickening squelch as my sword impaled him through the stomach, the tip poking out his back.

He looked at me in utter shock and I stared at him in terror. What... what have I done?

"I heard people emerging from the woods all around us, gasping in shock when they saw us, for neither of had moved from our positions. It seems like the entire camp was there in the blink of an eye. Then, it happened. There was a bright glow above me and even more people gasped, all of them looking terrified. I looked up to see a trident, glowing in an ethereal green light. However, it wasn't Poseidon's trident.

This trident was twisted all the way up the handle and to the 3 tips, which were barbed and looks much more intimidating than a regular trident. I looked at the glowing wall with text behind the trident and saw that it said, in Ancient Greek: Behold, the mortal child of Oceanus. May he bring death to Olympus. There was a shocked silence. Then there was a blinding glow as thirteen blood-thirsty Olympians flashed in, all looking at one person murderously, all ready to kill one person. Me.

Well, at least my death would be quick. This is the only thing I had time to think before a Celestial-Bronze infused fishing net was thrown over me, courtesy of Poseidon. I fell to the ground, and grimaced in pain as I felt dozens of little fish hooks dig into my skin, which were on the inside of the net.

I looked up, only to see a heavy, black combat boot swiftly descend, crushing my stomach. All the air in my lungs came out in a gasp of pain. My vision blurred and I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. A rough hand grabbed me and the world disappeared around me. I felt like I was falling through an endless void, until a sterile marble floor appeared and I fell onto it with a thud. I suddenly felt the nauseous effect increase by tenfold and I promptly emptied my stomach contents onto the floor, ruining it.

I heard someone sneering at me from right above me and the same combat boot stomped on my upper back, forcing my face to go right into my own vomit. I gagged and desperately held my breath, trying not to get sick again.

I slowly turned my head, my vision finally clearing just to see the rough face of Ares staring down at me, laughing. I ignored him and decided to take the opportunity to observe the faces of all the Olympians. I first looked at Zeus, who was glaring daggers at me. I guess he really doesn't like the children of Titans, which means there's a high chance that he is harboring some self-loathing.

I moved my gaze onto Hera, who was looking at me as if I was a cockroach, with her nose shriveled up in disgust. Moving onto Poseidon, I couldn't help but recoil a bit. His eyes were filled with rage as he glared at me with hate. He must be remembering his fights with Oceanus to decide who would be the ruler of the sea.

Demeter was looking at me with something that looked like pity. Maybe not every Olympian was so... unreasonable. I re positioned my stare onto Athena, who was gazing at me intently like she was trying to see into my soul. Her face however, was completely blank. She was hiding her emotions, and doing a damn good job of it.

Apollo stared at me, appearing torn. His face was twisted into a weak glare as he looked at me, but his eyes seemed sad, as if he also pitied me. Ok, that's 2 Olympians who might not kill me on the spot. Artemis was giving me her best glare she could muster, but I dismissed it, seeing as if the myths were true, she would hate me because I'm a male regardless.

Ares was trying and failing to stifle his laughter while explosions lit up his eyes, which I wasn't quite sure what to make of. Aphrodite seemed to be looking at me almost disapprovingly, as if I didn't meet her beauty standard with vomit smeared on my face. Both Hermes and Hephaestus avoided looking at me, Hephaestus toying with a metal object in his hand while Hermes's eyes wandered around the room we were in.

Dionysus, on the other hand, was looking at me with absolutely no interest in his eyes, his face more or less dead. After observing them all, I sat there in the tense silence waiting for one of them to speak. Finally, Zeus spoke in a thundering voice that echoed throughout the room. "Leave the boy here, everybody return to your thrones.

Just like that I was laying down in the middle of the throne room alone, although I could feel the power radiating off the gods not far away, so I assumed I was in the throne room. I raised my head, ignoring the stinging pain in my scalp as the small hooks pierced it, and saw I was right. There was no ceiling, just thick, fluffy white clouds that covered the sky completely. There was graceful but intricate marble columns scattered throughout the room. The thrones were all unique to the god or goddess sitting in them, but they formed a U shape. The walls were made of the same marble.

Finally, there was a huge bonfire in the center of the room, the fire sitting in a large Celestial- Bronze bowl on the ground. A very young girl who wasn't looking at me tended to it.

Zeus's voice broke the silence again. "We must decide where we can put this Titan spawn or if we should kill him. Perhaps we can throw him into Tartarus?" I couldn't help but feel dread spread throughout my body at the mention of throwing me into Tartarus. I didn't deserve this. I didn't choose to have Oceanus as my father, nor did I mean to stab that kid.

I heard a voice to my right start to speak up. It was clear, firm, and commanding. I tried to turn to my right to see who was speaking, but as I did, one of the hooks in the net dug into my wound on my leg, tearing deeply at the already extra- sensitive skin. I quickly sucked my breath in and tears filled my eyes as agony coursed through my veins. When I finally recovered, I tuned back into what the person, who I realized was Athena, was saying "-so we can't put him in Tartarus or we will just give him a family reunion."

I realized what she was saying. They couldn't put me in Tartarus because that would be giving me to my father. I shuddered at the thought. Everybody fell silent again until Zeus spoke again "Then I suppose we can just kill him, so he will never be a threat to Olympus again. All opposed to killing the Titan spawn?" The way Zeus said the last sentence implied that you would be in serious trouble if you opposed. There was no takers, well none on the right side anyways.

"Very well, this Titan spawn will be executed. I think a public execution will be a good morale boost to Olympus. I will have Hades hold him in the Underworld until the execution date. Council dismissed." And with that, all the other Olympians but Zeus flashed out of the throne room. "Hestia, make sure he tries nothing, I'm getting Hades." he said commandingly. The young girl at the fire gave a small nod and Zeus disappeared in a flash of bright light.

I shifted a bit in my net-prison, but stopped when I felt the hook in my wound move again causing fresh new waves of pain. I gritted my teeth and stared into the bonfire. I felt uncontrollable anger surge through my body and heart. I hated everything. I hated the Olympians for discriminating against the children of Titans when Zeus was the son of Kronos himself. I hated my father for everything he represented and even daring to have a mortal child. I hated the Fates for giving me such an unfair life. And most of all, I hated myself for letting myself get captured so easily. If I hadn't gotten bitten by that hellhound, If I hadn't collapsed, if I took the chance to leave camp during the Capture the Flag game. If only I hadn't been claimed. And worst of all, if only I didn't impale that kid. As my mind wandered to that last train of thought, my eyes widened. I hadn't even thought about the kid and felt guilty for what I did until now. In fact, the boy was probably dead. I felt shame burning in my cheeks and tears stung my cheeks. Maybe I am a monster.

Suddenly, the fire shot up to the ceiling and turn into a mixture of pure black fire and bright red flames. The girl was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the girl appeared right in front of me, with warm brown eyes and a sad smile. "The hearth represents your feelings. The higher the flames, the stronger your emotions. The black in the fire represents corruption, self-loathing, hatred, and bitterness. The bright red represents your regular feelings, your compassion, sympathy, and strength. Your mind is in turmoil, young one. You know my name is Hestia, what is yours?" She murmured in a gentle voice.

I looked into her concerned eyes and tried to speak, but all that came out of my throat was a strangled sob, which I quickly bit back and berated myself for being weak, especially in front of a goddess. She reached one of her small hands through the net and grabbed it, giving it a soft squeeze. Warmth spread through my body, and I couldn't help but give her a small smile. "Th..Thank you." I managed to rasp out. She looked at me with a gaze full of sympathy and whispered in my ear "Be strong in days to come, young one." Hestia snapped her fingers, replacing the cruel net I was trapped in into some simple Celestial Bronze shackles. She then disappeared in a wisp of flames.

A few seconds later, A man wearing a crisp suit that seemed to be moving approached me. He had thin black hair, sharp facial features, and a thick brow. As he got closer, I saw that is moving suit was actually what appeared to be souls trapped inside the fabric. I shuddered inwardly as I imagined being a soul trapped in Hades's, for I assumed it WAS Hades, underwear. He looked at me with a blank stare, he didn't appear to have any hate or love for me. He just looked at me with complete indifference. He then suddenly put a hand on my shoulder. I again felt myself falling through a void, and a moment later I landed on a cold, gray, and lifeless concrete floor. I gagged and tasted bile in my throat, but managed to avoid throwing up.

I looked around, but I couldn't see anything in the pitch black. I waited for my eyes to adjust, and found myself looking at what appeared to be my new home until I got executed. It was a dimly lit tiny cell, with a cotton blanket and straw pillow lying in the corner. The walls and ceiling was the same dull gray color as the floor. There was no back window, and the front of my cell had a metal door wit a small slot to push food through. I looked at Hades and looked back at me with... was that sympathy?

He said to me in a gruff voice " I know exactly what it feels like to be discriminated against by the gods for things out of your control. I hate to do this to you, but I have no choice. Hopefully you can find a way out of this predicament. Good luck, boy." With that, shadows formed in the corners of my new cell and engulfed him, and when the shadows were gone, he was gone.

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(Percy's POV)

It's been several days since I arrived in my new "home." I wasn't sure how long it's been exactly, seeing as the only light in my cell comes from whatever light source is in the hallway outside my cell, and even then it just comes in through the small crack in the door and the tiny cutout of the slot of my door. For the past few days, all I have done is eaten and rested, making sure I was ready to attempt an escape when my execution came.

As I got lost in my thoughts, I was suddenly jerked out of my reverie when I heard the jiggle of a key being inserted into my door. My heart rate instantly skyrocketed, as I knew exactly what was happening. It was the day of my death, or it's supposed to be anyways. But even if I had to defy fate itself, I won't die like this. I know the Titans are worse than the gods, but the gods are making a mistake and I don't intend to be another victim of their many blunders. The door swung open, and two skeletons wearing Roman Armor and swords clattered in. They grabbed me on either elbow, hefted me to my feet, and walked me to wherever I was going.

I wasn't going to try to escape now. This wasn't a good opportunity, seeing as I would be stuck in the Underworld. They lead me through dimly let, depressing hallways until we came across a large metal door that seemed to suck the happiness out of the air, etched with grotesque images. The skeletons paused for a moment chattering and clacking to each other. Then one grabbed both my elbows and the other pushed one of the doors open.

The door opened slowly and creaked loudly as it did so. I was pushed into the pitch black room, and Hades seemed to materialize from the shadows clinging to the room. A pair of Celestial Bronze shackles appeared in his hand which he promptly clicked onto my wrists. I made sure to keep my face expressionless, but on the inside I was jumping for joy. The shackles would be unbreakable, of course, but they just had smooth circles that would clamp around my wrist. While it would too tight of a fit to slide my hand out, if I dislocate my thumb...

With those happy thoughts in my head, he grabbed my arm and there was once again that dreadful feeling of falling through the void, and I landed on a improvised wooden stage, with a crowd of hundreds roaring below me.

I looked to my left and saw a man clad in full black with a black cowl hiding his face, wielding a wicked sharp, gleaming ax. I unconsciously gulped at the sight of the ax and turned behind me to check if anyone was standing behind me. Thank Gods, or maybe not, that no one was behind me. All the Olympians were standing in front of me, standing before the bloodthirsty crowd.

I couldn't help but admire the beauty of Olympus as I looked at the streets around me. There were brightly colored vendors lined down the streets, and beautiful ancient Greek structures. I looked at the crowd below me and saw that it was mostly nymphs, minor gods, various spirits, and the occasional rare demigod.

I saw Zeus turn around and look at me, before saying to me "Kneel, Titan spawn." I got on my knees and started to desperately tear my thumb through the cuff, ignoring the sharp needles of pain shooting through my hand as I did so.

Zeus went into a speech about how the gods are glorious and the Titans are scum and explained I was being executed for "crimes against the gods." I wasn't paying attention to his speech though, instead focused on getting out of my cuffs. I suddenly felt a horrible tearing sensation go through my thumb as my nerves grated against each other and ligaments tore. I heard a loud pop as the socket popped out of its joint. I swiftly pulled my hand through, although I made sure no one could see what I was doing. I then swiftly pressed the release on the other cuff, freeing both hands.

I instantly started looking around for things I could use to escape, and started to lose hope. That was, until my eyes landed on a fountain. I had a mental debate with myself. On one hand, I told myself I would never use my water powers as it was what I had associated with Oceanus. On the other, I was dead if I didn't use them.

I sighed knowing what I had to do.

I could tell Zeus was over with his speech and saw my executioner dramatically walking towards me, taking his time. I rolled my eyes at his antics, all he was doing was giving me more time to escape.

I focused on the water, and willed it to come to me, to push me up, to send me flying out of here.

I felt a slight tug in my gut and the water churned slightly. Not enough.

I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth, putting all my willpower into making that water push me into the sky. I suddenly felt an immense pain in my gut as the water from the fountain rocketed towards me faster than anyone could blink. It collected under me and shot me into the sky, hurling me very high into the air. I couldn't breath at all and focused on the water willing it to carry me down faster.

I came down like a bullet, heading towards the sprawling city of New York. As I came close to the ground, I willed the water to slow me down, allowing me to land without dying horribly. The minute my feet hit the ground, I started sprinting towards the outskirts of the huge city, ignoring the stabbing pain in my calf and the throbbing, bleeding mess that was my thumb.

As I was running I suddenly felt something materialize on my back, and I realized it was a sack. I quickly took it off and checked its contents. I saw a square of ambrosia, a canteen of nectar, a note, and an odd looking black pearl with a fiery red center.

I read the note, which was written in Greek.

If you slam the pearl on the ground, you will be teleported far away from New York, to Oregon. Use the ambrosia and nectar to tend to your wounds. When you are prepared, start a fire, and make a sacrifice to me. Good luck, young hero. -Hestia.

I quickly took out the pearl and slammed it on the ground without a moments hesitation. Flames appeared around me, and I felt myself melt into the ground. There was a brief feeling of being crushed, and I suddenly appeared in a very lush and healthy pine forest, with birds chirping and signs of wildlife was everywhere.

A slow grin spread across my face.

I was free, and I was a fugitive again.

I was ready to survive.

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. This one was over 3.5k words long! I am trying to get at least 3k words each chapter. Anyways, I figured I should address a couple things about the story. First of all, Zoe and Percy romance will come later in the story, I just need to set him up to be in a position to meet her. Don't worry, that will come. I plan on putting Percy through a lot of things in this story, and can't wait to write about them. Once I get passed these beginning stages, this story will really take off. Again, I would absolutely love for you to review the story. They let me see how my readers feel about my story and can tell me things they don't like. Thanks for reading, and have a good rest of your day!