Hi guys! Thanks so so much for all the reviews last chapter! Now, to answer a few questions: Nixi, I don't know yet. Sorry. also, if someone got Annabeth and asked her, that'd get rid of the point of this story. :P :) TheUltimateDemigod07, yeah Bob/Iapetus regained his memories. Sorry if that wasn't as clear to you guys as it was to me. Obviously it was clear to me; I'm the one writing it. ;) Greekgodsrox, you had several questions. :) So let's do it like this- Q: WHY?! (Asking about me literally killing Percabeth) A: I felt like it. And it fits the story. I sunk your ship. XD Q: WHAT?! You have the latest Apollo? A: Yes. I said that in my AN last chapter. ;) Q: Did you get it from Barnes and Noble? A: No, but they do have a display of them, at least at the stores near me. I got tickets for the Rick Riordan talk (or whatever you want to call it) the day it came out, and the tickets both came with signed copies of the book. I didn't end up going because I had stuff. But I got the books from the Harvard book store; just picked them up. Anyways, I own nothing! But enough about me. :) I (more talk about me) hope that you guys (that's better) enjoy this chapter! :)

Percy's POV

I nodded, although I didn't think we would have our wedding after all. Luke was in Elysium. There might be a wedding, but I doubt it would be mine. Nevertheless, I lifted the sword higher. "I love you too, my Wise Girl." Then I let the sword fall.

I woke up screaming. My body was drenched in sweat, and the chains had rubbed against my thrashing body while I slept, leaving my arms and legs covered in bloody rashes. I felt myself trembling like a leaf in the wind. I could feel the tears tracks drying on my cheeks. No doubt about it; that had been one of my worst nightmares ever.

Why would they do this to me though? I didn't kill her for the sake of killing her. If it makes any sense (which improbably doesn't, knowing it's coming from me), I killed her to save her. And I wasn't a traitor. I helped them defeat Gaea; how could i betray them? Anyone that's ever tried to play cards with me knows that I can't keep a poker face, let alone a whole act up. Id never be able to do it without tripping myself up.

But it doesn't matter. They chose not to believe me. They believed that false king Zeus instead of their Hero of Olympus. They'll come to know that it was a fatal mistake.

O.o.O. Line Break O.o.O

The door to my cell creaked open. "Food," grunted the usual grumpy monster. He deposited my tray of mud (or what closely resembles mud in appearance and flavor) on the floor in front of me. I tried to put on an air of arrogance as the monster remained in sight, before pouncing on the "food" as soon as I was alone.

This routine has been going on for years. The same grumpy monster (who really needs a coffee) comes in, throws my food on the grounds, then leaves just as quickly. Occasionally, some of my old friends come to pay me a visit. The Minotaur, for example, is frequently visiting me. I wish I could say we just sat and drank tea with biscuits. I also wish I could say that I defended myself well. I can't even say that I could hold a sword, though. I can say that because of my visiting friends, my body is now an artistic arrangement of lines of varying shades of red and pink.

Sometimes I imagine what the people up above would think of me now. Just seeing me, they'd probably need some new pants. I doubt most of them would even recognize me.

After I finished my "food", I sat on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. That was the only place that dis have pictures of the creatures that killed the love of my life. My fiancé. My Annabeth. My Wise Girl.

The door banged open. I didn't even look to see who it was. Nor did I say anything. My mind assured me it was just another of my "friends" coming to visit. My body vetoed the thought, reminding me of the throbbing ax wound on my arm from yesterday's visit with the Minotaur.

I heard the scratching of a pen on paper. Immediately, I knew who it was. Still not looking, I spoke. "They're still sending you down here to observe the vermin like me?"

In a voice that wasn't as deep as a man's but not as high pitched as a child, my visitor responded simply, "Yes."

I looked at my visitor for the first time since he walked in. He appeared to be only in his teens, about seventeen or eighteen. His shaggy black hair fell in his eyes, but I could still see the dark orbs through the locks. His athletic frame was hidden underneath a long black trench coat, no doubt also hiding a sword (along with other weapons) under it.

I didn't hold it against him for agreeing with me when I said I was vermin. The Olympians must have brainwashed him into believing I'm a killer. And a traitor. Still, we're cousins. You'd think he'd remember that loyalty is my fatal flaw.

"Immortality treats you well, Nico."

"Id say the same for you, but that would be a complete lie." Nico stared at me with a blank face. I was just a task for him. The thought got my blood boiling. What happened to my loyal cousin?

I knew I mUst look terrible though. Being chained to a wall for, what?, twenty years almost will do that to a person. I had some dried blood on the floor around me from my previous visitors, and some of it was all on my body. I had crisscrossing lines zigzagging all over my skin, including a few on my face. In general, I figured I look like a living zombie.

"What's the news up above?" I asked, hoping for at least one semi-civil conversation with my cousin. Or should I say my ex-cousin?

Nico rolled his eyes, like he does every time I've asked him on his trips to make sure all the criminals are still on lockdown. Still, he told me anyways. "Your mother and stepfather died."

A knife to the chest. "What?" I sputtered. "How?"

"Car accident," Nico answered nonchalantly. "The other driver was a camper that drank too much of Mr. D's wine at a party."

My sadness was replaced with rage. I started pulling at my chains, wanting to go kill the demigod that killed my mother and my only real father.

"Where'd they go?" I asked. I figured my mom would get Elysium, but where would Paul go?

"The Fields of Asphodel."

My voice was barely above a whisper, but that didn't make me any less menacing. "What?"