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Third Person PoV:

Somewhere near the Appalachian Mountains

"The scent is strong. We are close," Artemis said to herself. She and the hunt had searched for Percy and monsters for about a week now. They had fought against a small army of Narans, the dark-skinning winged creatures. They were good warriors, but the hunt had won with their skill in archery. Artemis tracked strong scents across the country from Montana, all the way to the Appalachian mountains. She also smelt traces of salt-water along the way, which she knew meant that Percy had been there. The hunt had made its way until they were here, in the Appalachians, the scent stronger than ever.

Artemis rose from her kneeling position, scanning the wooded area around them for any unusual signs.

"Girls, stay on your guard. We are nearing danger, that I know," she said to the hunt. Thalia drew her bow, keeping an arrow knocked and ready. They started after the moon goddess, until they heard one of the hunters say something.

"Milady, look what I've found!" Phoebe exclaimed. Artemis rushed over to the big hunter, taking in what was before them. There were slash marks, like talons, against the tree, and charred bark, as if a fire had passed through the area. In fact, many trees had charred bark. Artemis put her finger up to the charcoal remains of the tree, but quickly pulled back in pain. They bark was still hot.

"Everyone! Weapons ready! We are closer than ever!" she ordered. Every hunter drew their bow and had arrows knocked, ready for any situation. They began to slowly walk, following the scent of the monsters and the heat being emitted from the recently burned trees. The lush foliage of the uninhabited area of the east coast was trampled, as if an army had just marched on them. Artemis began to feel jumpy; she knew what was ahead. Percy Jackson was most likely with this force of monsters, ready for any challenge, and she knew what she had to do. She had to kill him, albeit to her beliefs. Killing Percy would be plain stupid. Zeus was just too afraid of his own fate, she thought. She continued to lead the hunt through the forest, until they made their way upon a clearing. Artemis held up her hand, signaling them to be stealthy, quiet, and ready for anything.

She crawled through the bushes, intent on making no noise. She perked her head up to the clearing, hoping to see something, when she barely stifled a gasp. What she saw troubled her.

A small force of monsters she had never seen before was setting up camp in the clearing. There were those Narans, a couple dracaena, and a few laestrygonians but that was it for the ones she recognized. She looked around, and her eyes widened with fear at what she saw.

She saw a massive red thing, sticking up out of the ground. She then realized it was a leg. And it was red, oozing out lava that burned the ground underneath it. The giant was colossal in height, probably taller than the trees, and it wielded a spear that was probably over 100 feet long. Thankfully, there was only one of them, so if the hunt did fight the monsters it wouldn't be impossible.

She noticed creatures about the size of a small car, with reptilian skin and wings. They were black and red-skinned and had four legs, like centaurs, but the head of a dragon. The had arms, so they could wield weapons, too. As if that was not enough, she noticed a man with a black hood on, wielding a black blade. He faced where Artemis was, and although not seeing her, it seemed like he did. His dark eyes pierced through every thing they looked at. He took his hood off, revealing his torso. He had a low cut, pitch black tank-top on, revealing his muscles and a massive red scar, starting at his neck and diagonally going down his torso, but how long it was, she did not know, for the shirt blocked the view of the rest of the scar. He had jet black hair, and looked like he used to be a happy boy, but he looked angry and hardened. She immediately knew this was Percy Jackson, the "fallen angel," of the gods.

She whistled a bird call, and it did sound like a bird, because none of the monsters, not even Percy noticed. The hunters had crawled into the brush along side her, and drew their bows, pointing them at each monster. Artemis signaled them to wait for her command, before drawing her bow and pointing an arrow at Percy's neck. The silver air rested beside her ear.

"I'm sorry, Percy," she muttered. When she mentioned his name, she smelt salt-water in the air, and Percy Jackson looked around the camp, as if he knew she was there. She let the arrow fly, and it whizzed at the Champion of the primordials. Percy turned towards her and in the split second he saw the arrow, he stepped aside and caught it, right out of the air. Artemis blinked twice just to check if she had seen everything correctly. He had caught the arrow all right, and sneered angrily, something that Percy never did when he was at Camp Half-Blood.

"We are under attack!" he yelled to his warriors. The all stopped what they were doing, and being battle ready, drew their weapons and waited for further orders.

"FIRE!" Artemis commanded, as arrows flew from the brush, flying towards the army of monsters. The dragon-like monsters breathed short bursts of fire, incinerating most of the arrows, turning them to ash. Some got through, taking out a couple of Scythian Dracaena, but other than that, the monsters were fine.

"CHARGE!" Percy yelled, now spotting the hunters. The hunt drew their hunting knives, meeting the enemy's charge.

"SHOW NO MERCY!" Percy commanded to his warriors, as he spotted the goddess. They made eye contact, and the son of Poseidon smirked at his cousin. She drew her knives and Percy drew Riptide. He charged the goddess, yelling a battle cry, and the fighting began.

Earlier That WeeK:

Percy woke up from his dreamless sleep, feeling refreshed from the eventful day before. Even for him it ranked up there as on of his most action-packed days. He had street-fought with Adrastos, fought an ancient child of Gaea that wasn't in the history books, and successfully swayed the Wryms to join their cause. He rose, rubbing his eyes clear, and he stretched his arms.

He put on his black hoodie he loved wearing; it really made him look intimidating, matching his eyes and all, yet mysterious. He put on the rest of his clothes, made sure his hair wasn't too much of a mess, and left his room. There was something still troubling him, though. He winced in pain as he felt a sharp hurt go throughout his torso. The new scar on his chest still hurt to the touch, and it would remind him forever of how he should have died in his fight against Brutallus. The only reason he was alive was because Tartarus healed him. That was it. The first time he had lost a fight in many, many years.

On his way towards the dining area, he felt a firm hand touch his shoulder. He turned around, seeing his new friend Sonny, and smiled.

"Hey Sonny. What's up?" Percy asked the son of Helios.

"The masters want to see you. Say it's important. Something about establishing a front, and something about bases. Anyway, see ya later bro," he said to Percy, as he walked away to get his food. Percy sighed. He wanted to relax today, but apparently that was not going to happen. He made his way to the spiritual chamber he always went to when talking to Erebus or Tartarus, and sat in the middle of the room.

"Hello Champion. Once again, congratulations on your victories yesterday. They were truly a success to be memorial," Erebus welcomed. Percy nodded.

"What are your biddings, masters?" he asked. His chest still throbbed with pain, and he winced once more. "Thank you for saving me, Lord Tartarus. I would not have made it through that fight if not for you," he said.

"It was not your time to die, Percy. Plus, we need you. It was a glorious feat for you even to last that long in combat with Brutallus. You see, he and his brothers were the enforcers of justice in the world. Whenever someone or thing did something unjust, they would come in and end them. But they got out of hand. They were too powerful. They could easily overthrow Ouranus, and see this, he and Gaea, his wife, cast them down into Tartarus. His brothers still sleep, but he never has. I have felt him in the pit since the moment he was cast in there, and still to this day he uses his title of the Wrath-Bringer. Everyone down there fears Brutallus. His power rivals my own," Tartarus said. Percy's eyes widened. Brutallus was just as powerful as Tartarus? That was saying something.

"Anyway...' Erebus said, changing the subject. Percy could sense in his voice that Brutallus was not a subject he liked to talk about. "We want you to start establishing the bases along the east coast. We need to pin the Olympian armies by the coast, cutting off all exits of escape. These bases will also prepare our armies for war, allowing them to march on Olympus at any given moment," Erebus said.

"You will have several squadrons of Wryms, Narans, Scythian Dracaena, some laestrygonians several Mendins to establish the base and forge weapons, and one Magmordian. Each of your demigod comrade from yesterday will each run their own base along the Appalachians in New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Pennsylvania. The trip will take around a week, so pack up, and get ready!" Erebus said. Percy nodded, before smiling wickedly, knowing the true fighting would begin. The only thing that troubled him was Annabeth. He hoped with all his heart that she would join their cause, but he knew she would never betray the gods. That was just her nature.

Percy went to eat breakfast with his friends. He told them all the news, and told them their orders. Percy was going setting up just east of the Appalachians in New York, Adrastos in northern New York, Caitlin in central Pennsylvania, Sonny in Connecticut, Tristan and Trinity would be going together, which was good; they were a team, and Evan was setting up closer to New Jersey. They shared their last meal together. Even though they had only met the day before, they bonded immensely while in the pit. It's not often one returns from the lawless area still sane.

Percy went to the Chamber of Monsters. He hadn't seen his friend Moros since the day he crashed the Olympians' little party. He smiled as he caught Moros' gaze, and the massive dragon lumbered over towards Percy with glee, knocking the son of Poseidon onto his back and liking his face.

"Okay, Moros. I'm glad to see you too. Now get off me, please," Percy said, laughing at the dragon's doglike aspects. He then proceeded to prepare for his long march east.


Present Day in the New York Appalachian Area:

"Keep it moving!" Percy commanded to his platoon of monsters. The Mendins, being incredibly strong albeit their minuscule bodies, were carrying the heaviest of the equipment. Some of their supplies included rations and provisions, weapons, Primordial Obsidian for smithing, hundreds of tents, and tons of armor. The Magmordian carried nothing besides his own weapons, which were probably thousands of pounds alone. He would burn up anything he touched, and was smoldering the trees around him. They had marched east for seven days, and had finally made it over the Appalachians mountains. The trek was long and hard for the soldiers, but not for Percy. He had Moros to do the walking... and flying.

Percy sat atop Moros, leading the way throughout the forest. They finally made it across a dense, lush area of forest, and stumbled upon a clearing. They were in position to set up base, so Percy thought this was a good place.

"Here is a good place. Soldiers! Set up camp!" he commanded. The warriors sighed with relief, dropping their heavy packs onto the ground. Percy dismounted Moros and started to set up as well. Their long journey was finally over, and they could relax and get some sleep. All the monsters had their armor and weapons ready so that they would not be taken by surprise if they were to be attacked. Not like anyone was going to beat them, though.

Percy turned his head towards the bushes. He thought he heard rustling, but he guessed it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.

Chirrrp!

The chirp sounded like a bird song. Percy looked for the bird in the canopy but thought he saw it flying away. He shrugged, brushing it aside. He was just tired, and was seeing and hearing things, but that suspicion changed soon enough.

He knew someone had just said his name. He felt an energy wave, and it was nearby. Within 100 meters. He looked around the perimeter, trying to find the source, but whoever it was, was hidden well. He heard the whiz of something flying through the air, and in a split-second let his reflexes take over, and he caught what was flying at him. A silver arrow, bright as moonbeams.

"Artemis," he muttered angrily. He turned to see girls with bows at the ready in the bushes surrounding their camp, and immediately alerted his soldiers.

"We are under attack!" he yelled to his warriors. The all stopped what they were doing, and being battle ready, drew their weapons and waited for further orders.

"FIRE!" Artemis commanded, as arrows flew from the brush, flying towards the army of monsters. The Wryms breathed short bursts of fire, incinerating most of the arrows, turning them to ash. Some got through, taking out a couple of Scythian Dracaena, but other than that, the monsters were fine.

"CHARGE!" Percy yelled, now spotting the hunters. The hunt drew their hunting knives, meeting the enemy's charge.

"SHOW NO MERCY!" Percy commanded to his warriors, as he spotted the goddess. They made eye contact, and the son of Poseidon smirked at his cousin. She drew her knives and Percy drew Riptide. He charged the goddess, yelling a battle cry, and the fighting began.

Artemis sprinted gracefully, like a gazelle, towards Percy. He had Riptide out, and when she was close enough, he jumped high into the air, bringing his sword down on her head hard. She just had time to put both her knives up to block the strike, but the sheer power behind Percy's attack knocked her on her back. She grunted in pain, but made her way onto her feet quickly, as to avoid further attacks from Percy.

"Milady!" Thalia cried, as she drew her bow and quickly fired three arrows at Percy. Percy dodged two of them, but the third was an incredibly accurate shot to his left thigh. He gasped in pain, snapping the end off the arrow, and leaving the rest in his thigh. He would heal it later.

He bended the shadows around him, and disappeared. Thalia and Artemis looked around, staying on their guard, but Percy was smarter than that. He appeared in the air above Thalia, and when he exited the shadows he landed on her, knocking her out cold.

"Sorry cuz," he apologized sarcastically. Thalia's body was limp on the floor, her breathing He turned back to Artemis, who was trying to put some range in between them so she could fire her bow.

"Phoebe, get Thalia and the other girls to safety!" Artemis commanded. She scanned the other fights going on. She could see four hunters dead, and everyone was injured. There were very few golden piles of dust; the monsters were easily besting the girls. The massive fiery giant, the Magmordian, had about 70 arrows lodged in his neck, but he was still standing and looked fine. Seven hunters were fighting the impossible fight against it, trying to slow it down and keep it from entering the other battles.

"Of course, milady," Phoebe yelled back. She ordered a retreat, and all the hunters ran out to safety. The monsters pursued them until they were out of the clearing, until a voice stopped them.

"Let them go. We want the enemy to know just who they are dealing with," Percy Jackson ordered. The monsters cheered in victory, but stopped when they saw Artemis. Some began to charge, but once more were cut off by Percy.

"No," he said, holding up his hand. "She's mine." Artemis sneered in disgust.

"You think you can best me, Percy? I am a GODDESS! To think you were ever a decent male was idiotic of me," Artemis spat at Percy. His eyes glowed dangerously.

"Artemis. I have been blessed by two PRIMORDIAL GODS! I have bested monsters that would make you tremble in fear! I have defeated ancient beings that have been erased from history to keep people safe," he yelled, the pain in his chest building again. He winced at his scar, before continuing on.

"I have defeated Kronos, the Gigantes and Gaea, and you still think I am inferior to you?" He questioned confidently. Artemis flinched; she honestly did not want to fight Percy, and she was hoping her pride wouldn't cloud her judgement.

"As much as I would love to stop you Percy, I will spare you this once. Next time we meet I will not hesitate to end your life," she warned, before flashing out in a blast of silver light. Percy spat on the ground.

"Coward," he muttered, before turning to his army. He raised his sword, and they all cheered in victory. "PERCY! PERCY! PERCY!" they chanted. Percy smiled, but put up his hands to stop them. He was never one to take all the credit.

"You fought bravely, soldiers. Now let's finish where we were when we were so rudely interrupted, shall we not?" he said to his soldiers, who cheered once more. They then proceeded to set up camp. The Mendins began to establish small huts and and essential parts of a military base: the forge, the main tent where meetings were held, tents for every soldier, and the began to haul huge spiked wooden beams around the perimeter of the base, making it so that it would be nearly impossible to enter without some struggle. Percy was impressed with their work. They may have been hobbit sized, but they could sure get work done.

The Wryms were surrounding the newly established forge, taking in the heat and finding pleasure in it, almost like their own personal drug. It seemed they were addicted to heat and fire, which was good to know as their commander. He would have to address that addiction, or... unleash it. He grinned wickedly at the thought, before continuing to set up the stuff in his tent. He decided to take a nap; he wasn't hungry, and it was getting late, so he thought it was okay. He slipped into a peaceful sleep, with pleasant dreams.


Percy was woken up by rustling in the bushes. He quickly hopped out of bed silently, melting into the shadows. He knew not what made the noise, and he feared it was an assassin or a saboteur from Olympus.

He followed the noise, and saw the bushes moving to his right. He shadow-traveled past the spiked barricade, and was confused at what he saw. Something invisible was moving through the bushes, towards their camp. He immediately sprinted towards the rustling in the bushes and tackled the air.

"Ouch!" a girl grunted. She became visible as soon as some sort of hat fell off. It was a New York Yankees hat. Percy looked down at the girl. She had blonde hair and beautiful gray eyes.

"Annabeth? What are you doing here," he asked incredulously. She looked past the shadow on Percy's face, and a smile creeped upon her mouth.

"Percy? Is that you?" she said slyly. Percy still stared at her seriously.

"What are you doing here?"

"Spying," she said. Percy rolled his eyes, but still kept a very serious expression upon his face.

"Annabeth, if anyone other than me had found me, you would be dead. Did the gods send you?" asked Percy. Annabeth shook her head, and a tear ran down her face.

"I was following you. Percy, I miss you too much, you don't understand," she said, now starting to sob. Percy felt upset as well.

"Then join us Annabeth!" he said to her. Annabeth frowned, tears still streaming down her face.

"I can't Percy. I can't... the gods have always been there for me..." she said sadly. Percy looked down in defeat. "Can you get off me now," she said. Percy realized he still had her pinned to the floor, and he got off her right away.

"Oh. Sorry," he said awkwardly, feeling his hand through his hair. Annabeth let out a small laugh between sobs. He had always had that nervous tick, even when he was twelve. They just stood their a couple of minutes, enjoying each other's company. They locked hands, like they once had so comfortably years ago, and walked a little bit away from the headquarters, still silently enjoying one another's presence. The sat on a rock, and locked eyes. They leaned in towards each other, and closed their eyes when their lips were inches apart. The leaned in all the way, embracing each other in a passionate kiss, pure love flowing through the two of them.

After about a minute of kissing, they broke apart, smiling sadly at each other. This truly was a forbidden love. Enemies, once lovers, continued their love even through hard times. Curse you Aphrodite, Percy thought. She had once promised he'd make their love life interesting, and she sure had.

"Annabeth, I love you, but we must keep this a secret. My masters will not like it if I am secretly visiting you behind their backs," Percy said. Annabeth just nodded sadly. She knew she had to go now.

"Where do you want to go, Annabeth?" he asked. She said Camp Half-Blood, and Percy held onto her wrist before stepping into a shadow. Annabeth clutched her stomach, feeling a wave of nausea, before realizing they were at Camp Half-Blood.

"How did you-"

"Shhh. I must go now, Annabeth. I love you," He said, before quickly disappearing once more. Annabeth looked down at her emerald ring, feeling the engraving that said, I will always love you. It was true of course, but she still felt a part of her was missing. Her better half. Her Seaweed-Brain. She went into her cabin, laid herself out to bed, before crying herself to sleep.

Not my best chapter, but it was mostly a filler, save that one little battle.

A short chapter, but I was tired. I will update again sometime next week. I am out of town until wednesday skiing.

It was a little rushed, I admit, but I feel like I owed you guys a quick update. Tell me any suggestions, and remember to review. Liked it? Hated it? I won't know if you don't review. thanks again for everyone who has supported me along the way, especially Wacko12 for all the help, ideas, and suggestions. If you don't know who he is, he thought up the idea of "Percy meets Chaos,' runs the chaos and primordials community and wrote two long, amazingly awesome stories called Knights of Chaos and War of Love and Deception. Read them now if you haven't, they are really really good.