Hey GUYS! The chapter is finally here. So sorry for the wait. If you want, thank DazedDoxie. She gave me advice to listen to new music, and it sure as hell worked! Thanks!

I've been working on another story during the writer's block i just had, and I should be posting the first chapter of that within the month. I want to get about 20k words down on it before I start posting, that way I can space them out and work ahead. like I said in the A/N chap, it will involve an AU Percy named Perseus, who served in the Myrmidons under Achilles in the Trojan war. I wanted to take things "old school" if you know what I mean. I do not think anyone has done anything like that, and I am hoping it will be the first.

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Camp Half-Blood; Third Person PoV:

It had been several weeks since the hunter of Artemis had tried to ambush the Primordial's talented army. The gods, especially Zeus, had not taken the news lightly, but knew that if the hunters could not best them then he need to keep them safe. They were very skilled, and several members of the revered hunt had perished in the ambush, much to the moon Goddess' dismay. Whenever one of her girls fell in battle, she felt as if a part of her had died, which was partially true.

Zeus ordered them back to Camp Half-Blood, for their own safety. There was always tension between campers and hunters, but not as much controversy this time around because the matter was more serious than ever. Never before had the forces of Olympus fought against the vast, expansive armies of not one, but two Primordial Gods. Plus, the hunt was still at unease because of their failure in subduing the enemy's forces.

Chiron, knowing that the campers needed to be better prepared for fighting these monsters and his former pupil, Percy, made every single camper, regardless of size, age, and experience, drill and practice everything at camp at the highest level. Arts and crafts, Greek History, and canoe racing was taken off the agenda for camp activities. Only the lava wall, sword and weapons fighting, archery, pegasus riding and blacksmithing were still allowed. The hunt and campers taught each other essential skills as well. The hunters taught the campers archery, and the campers taught them advanced parts of melee combat, which helped ease the tension between the two groups.

Zeus, after several days of intensive training, ordered some of the members of the Olympian army to spy on the enemy. Travis and Connor Stoll, being the crafty and sneaky Sons of Hermes they are, volunteered before Zeus could even chose them. Hermes blessed them before they left, very proud of his children, and sent them off on their mission. However, when they returned from their mission, they were not only lucky to be alive, but brought grave news.

They had been caught by a demigod after spying on three camps, each moving closer to Long Island with every day. They were still very far away, but the threat was still a big deal. They seemed to be advancing on the camp and Olympus, applying pressure to the Olympian forces. The demigod who had caught him wielded a mace black as night, with skulls embedded on the sides. He was burly and about six foot one, and looked like someone you did not want to mess with.

"We were lucky to escape unwounded," they reported. "He was the best fighter we have ever seen. And the monsters he commanded were... devastating," they had said to the council before them. They described the dragon like monsters who wielded weapons like sword-masters, flying humans, black as night, and of course the massive giant made of lava did not reassure them of victory in the upcoming fights. The were soon dismissed to dinner, where normally everyone was social and talkative, but today, everyone was silent. Tension was in the air. Everyone was worried, not only at the thought of being killed, but by the fact that their former leader was fighting against them

In fact, talk about Percy Jackson was so common right now, all anyone could smell was salt-water in the air. Somewhere in the outskirts of Manhattan, a certain son of Poseidon had many migraines throughout the day because of this.

After campfire, Annabeth called a meeting to talk about the matter down by Zeus' fist. She invited every cabin leader, as well as all the people who knew Percy as a friend in the wars five years prior.

When they finally arrived, everyone stood in a circle, eager to share and learn new information. They all missed Percy, and frankly did not want to listen to Zeus' rule about killing him on first sight.

"Alright everyone. You all know why we are here. We need to think up ideas of how to deal with Percy, but without killing him," Annabeth said to the group of demigods. They all nodded to the daughter of Athena.

"If we ever see him in a fight, we could all try to get him knocked out," Clarrise retorted. There were several nods and mumbles of agreement, but Travis shook his head before speaking up.

"If Percy could stop all of us that one night, and have a dragon at his disposal, that would be very hard. I mean, who here has ever fought someone who could catch an arrow?" Travis said. Several people agreed reluctantly. They did not want to lose all hope of being able to stop Percy, but everyone knew it would be near to impossible.

"And plus, he has gotten more powerful," Annabeth stated. Jake Mason looked at her inquisitively.

"How do you know that?" he said.

"Thalia told me that he took on Artemis herself, and that the moon Goddess even had to flee from him to keep herself safe. Artemis is no easy Goddess to defeat. In fact, she probably is one of the most battle experienced and most skilled Olympians on the council," she said. Thalia nodded grimly. Although this truth was not easy to accept, Annabeth, being a child of wisdom had to put it out there. They could leave no thoughts out.

"Plus, he can shadow travel," said a voice from behind Zeus' fist. Everyone turned quickly to the unknown voice, before a familiar black-haired teenager stepped out of the shadows. He wore all black clothes, and was much taller and muscular since the last time everyone had seen him.

"Nico!" exclaimed Thalia. She ran over to hug a blushing Nico, who just hugged her back awkwardly. When Thalia turned back around towards everyone else, she also blushed a deep crimson. Nico was about 19 years old now, and no longer a little boy. He had not made an appearance to Camp Half-Blood in quite a long time, and the last time he had been seen was with his father at the council meeting several months prior.

Nico acquainted with everyone for a few minutes, before taking a step back so Annabeth could finish. He was happy to see his friends again, but he was still the same respectful kid he always had been, despite his age.

"You were saying?" Annabeth said to Nico, who stepped back forward into the circle. He looked around at everyone, before taking a deep breath and voicing his mind.

"I'm sure all of you know he can shadow travel, because he did it when he first attacked your camp with that blasted dragon he calls Moros. He disappeared, and reappeared behind you all. Normally, my dad would be able to stop him, as he is entering my father's domain of shadows, but Percy has become too strong. It seems as if each time he has shadow traveled recently, he has only been increasing in skill and power. My father felt him step into the shadows, and he was almost as powerful as him..." Nico said grimly. Everyone's jaws had dropped. If Percy was more powerful than one member of the Big Three, there was little doubt of his ability to defeat anyone.

Only Annabeth wasn't dishearten by this information. Around the small gathering of the elder campers, all their heads were down, staring at their shoes in defeat. It was almost as if they had already given up without a fight.

"GUYS! Pull it together. This may help us," Annabeth assured them. She had many incredulous gazes from around the demigods.

"How can this possibly help us?" Clarisse asked with a bad attitude.

"Because I am thinking of a plan to capture Percy. If we can get him to shadow-travel at a certain time... hmmm... Jake, do you know how to make a celestial bronze net like your dad did to capture Ares and Aphrodite?" Annabeth asked the son of Hephaestus. Jake quickly nodded.

"I can get it to you tomorrow around lunch. I think I can make it stronger if I can forge Imperial Gold into it as well, though," he hastily replied to the daughter of Athena. Annabeth furrowed her brow, trying to put the pieces together

"You guys know how it smells like salt-water and the lighting dims when we say the name, Percy Jackson?" she said emphasizing her lover's name. The moonlight shining down upon them dimmed slightly, making their little gathering seem perilous. The smell of salt-water wafted throughout the area by Zeus' fist, and everyone there felt they were being watched. Little did they know, besides Annabeth who was figuring it out now, they were being watched.

"I bet Percy can hear in on our conversations and his presence enters the area whenever we say his name. Everyone, back to my cabin. I have a plan," she said to the group, who exchanged curious glances, but followed the daughter of Athena anyway. She could always figure out a well thought out plan, and this one, she thought, was her best one yet.


The Next Day...

"Keep it moving everyone! Hustle up!" Adrastos yelled to his army of monsters. He was at the front, leading them closer to Manhattan. He was supposed to meet up with Percy at Liberty State Park, New Jersey, just across the Hudson River from Manhattan. They were pushing forward towards Long Island. Caitlin and her army would be supported Percy's and Adrastos' from the rear, because she was coming from Pennsylvania. Evan was coming up from the south from New Jersey with his army, and Tristan, Trinity, and Sonny's armies' would be coming across Long Island Sound to support them from the north. They were scheduled to attack in a week's time.

Adrastos assumed that Percy was already at the Liberty State Park, and he presumed that he would be waiting for him. He did not want to test the impatience of an incredibly powerful demigod, so he was ordering his soldiers to hurry up.

"Soldiers, if we get there within three hours we will have feast tonight!" He yelled to the army. They immediately cheered while starting to speed up. Adrastos smiled happily; they were just like everyone else, despite being monsters. Everyone needs food every once in a while. Adrastos grinned, until his troubling thoughts came back.

Adrastos had informed his masters through praying about his encounter with the two Hermes boys. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and what would happen in the future to come. Because his father Prometheus was the Titan of Forethought, he could see into the future slightly, but he would get out about 10 of nearly infinite possible outcomes of events. However, those outcomes were the most likely.

Right now, he saw a variety of things, varying from them winning the war in eight different ways, losing in one, and in the other, it was too hazy. He tried to clear his mind, but it was still too hazy to decipher. He frowned. That never happened.

He continued to clear his mind after many minutes, and saw a disturbing sight. This was in the near future. Percy had been captured and was chained up. Adrastos gasped. He had to warn Percy.

Liberty State Park

Percy had just set up camp in Liberty State Park, and it was nearing dark. The monsters were switching their watch schedule every few hours, because frankly, they were fatigued from the long day of travel. Percy could see Long Island and Manhattan across the bay, and sighed. As much as he hated the gods, he was beginning to miss his old life more and more. Especially Annabeth.

He truly wished he and Annabeth could had gotten a happily-ever-after type thing to happen to them. He was weary of all the fighting, but he wanted to dethrone Zeus for what he had done. Percy was friends with Zade, and would never have killed him, but Zeus was too stubborn to see it and admit. Percy's eyes reflected the gentle fire he had in front of him, gleaming mysteriously. He had seen a group of demigods gathered at Zeus' fist the night before, and they were talking about him. He paid it no heed, however, and continued on with his night.

Earlier that day, Tartarus had contacted him telling Percy that he had awoken two ancient creatures, called the Stagmers and Trolls. The trolls varied from green, blue and turquoise in color, and had massive tusks protruding form their lower jaw. That made great warriors, because of their brute strength, and could wield any weapons.

The Stagmers were more similar to the Magmordians, except they were made of flesh and stone, like they had taken a step out of a mountain. They were a type of gigante, but not children of Gaea, only children of Tartarus himself. They were as strong as the Magmordians, but not as tall. The Stagmers stood only at about fifteen feet, but still made excellent warriors as well. According to Tartarus' report, that were supposed to meet them on Long Island within the next few days, as they were travelling east at the moment.

Percy stared out across the harbor, at Long Island, when he felt a strange disturbance coming from Long Island, when all of a sudden, he screamed out, grabbing his head in pain.

Percy Jackson.

Percy.

Perseus.

Jackson

Percy Jackson.

Perseus Jackson.

He felt like his head was exploding. His mind was in two places at once; at Camp Half-Blood, and here at his base camp. They were saying his name constantly, he presumed, and his head was pounding vigorously. He snarled before shadow-traveling to Camp Half-Blood.

When he arrived, he was in the arena, his head still pounding, but not as much. He looked around, and to his confusion, no one was there. Out of the blue he felt a flash of pain going through his head, like a club bashing at his cranium.

"GAHHH!" he groaned out, looking around for his mental torturer. He saw three demigods at the entrance to the arena. It looked like Connor, Travis, and Clarisse. They were staring at him wide-eyed. Percy growled at them.

"If you don't stop, I will kill you all," he threatened. All three of them winced, before yelling out his name as loud as he could. On top of that, it seemed every demigod at camp was saying his name over and over. He stared at them murderously. "I warned you," he snarled before shadow travelling behind them.

When he got there, he uncapped his now pitch black Riptide, and prepared to strike all of them down, when he faltered. The pure fear and terror in his former friends' eyes was too much. He just couldn't do it. Little did he know, that split second of hesitation was his undoing. Percy knew something was wrong, as if this was all staged. He quickly turned around, but it was too late.

He groaned as a weighted metal net came down upon him, pinning him to the ground. He tried to slice it away, but Riptide became tangled up in the net, and the constant flailing was only getting him more tangled. He then tried shadow-travelling, but for some odd reason, he couldn't move. He was caught in a Celestial Bronze net, tangled up like a fool.

"You will all pay for humiliating me," snarled Percy as a group of demigods, followed by what seemed like every camper, led by Annabeth, rushed towards him. She was grinning like crazy, which made Percy even more enraged.

"You bitch Annabeth! I should have captured you when I saw you two weeks ago!" he yelled, which made her flinch in her stride. Some capers stared at her wide-eyed, but she sent them a look that said, later. Percy still kept his disturbing, murderous gaze at his lover, as she walked forward towards him. She crouched down besides him, smiling.

"We got him guys! We got him!" she announced happily, to the many demigods behind her. The all cheered, much to Percy's dismay. He spat on the ground, showing his pure rage. He opened his mouth to say something, when he heard a familiar clop of hooves. He turned his head to see a centaur cantering towards him.

"Chiron..." he mumbled. His former teacher had a dear place in his heart, but he was still an enemy. Chiron approached with sad eyes, but was clearly hiding his feelings during this situation from his campers.

"Ah, Percy, how nice of you to join us," he taunted, which was very unlike him. Percy narrowed his eyes at the old Centaur, who did not break his gaze. That was unusual for someone staring into the night-black eyes of Percy Jackson.

Chiron bent down, still staring at the features and eyes of his former pupil and favorite demigod hero.

"What did they do to you..." he asked to himself. Percy continued staring into the centaur's eyes, when he faltered once more, breaking eye-contact. His emotions came out of nowhere, and started to overflow, but he just barely managed to keep them in check. Chiron then turned to Annabeth and the cabin leaders, telling them to take Percy into the Big House, when a brilliant idea came into Percy's mind.

Percy brought two fingers up to his mouth, and he whistled as loud as he could. Annabeth saw this, and started to tremble in fear, knowing what was coming. Percy just smiled smugly at her, and at the curious looks of the demigods. That's when he started laughing evilly.

"You are all FOOLS! Now your camp will burn!" Percy yelled, when all Hades broke loose.

There was a moment of silence, before an ear shattering roar echoed throughout the valley. Everyone covered their ears, except for a very happy Percy Jackson, still laughing like a maniac. Although he could not do any damage, Moros sure could.

Fire flashed through the sky, and every demigod drew their weapon. Percy looked up smiling at his dragon Moros, who dive-bombed down to the ground, igniting the arena. Chiron stared in shock at the ancient beast, before drawing his bow.

"As that what I think it is? The Thracian Dragon?" Chiron asked uneasily. Annabeth nodded grimly, and Chiron immediately started firing arrows at the beast's eyes, being the only vulnerable spot on its body. "Annabeth, darling, Iris Message the gods, NOW!" he ordered, and Annabeth hastily ran to the Big House to make a rainbow, for it was too dark outside.

"You can't win Chiron! Whomever I chose to win, will win!" Percy yelled to his former teacher, who was firing a barrage of arrows at the dragon, as Moros continued to rain hell. Annabeth entered the big house, but she was beat to telling the gods, it seemed, as a massive boom of thunder was heard outside.

A lightning bolt the size of a skyscraper came down upon the Thracian Dragon's head, vaporizing him instantly. The bolt lit up the sky, and it seemed like time stopped. It was silent, except for the falling carcass of Moros.

"NOOOO!" Percy screamed. Tears flooded his eyes. He had grown attached to Moros over his time with the Primordials, and seeing him die before him was too much at the moment, on top of all the surges of emotion he was feeling regarding the place and position he was in, at his own former home.

The skin, bone, and flesh and blood seemed to have left the dragon, and all that remained were the bones, as the skeletal remains of the dragon skidded to a halt right by Percy. The demigods all cheered, raising their weapons, as Percy looked murderously at them all. His rage was consuming him, and at any moment he could break loose.

When the gods appeared before him, led by Zeus, his father, and Hades, Percy lost it. He yelled at the top of his lungs, and a wave of dark energy exploded, it's center at Percy. The force made all the gods fly backwards, besides the Big Three, and all of the campers lost their footing. The chains of the Celestial Bronze broke, but Percy didn't notice as he stood up, still releasing this dark force upon the camp. Percy continued yelling until all his energy was gone. That exhausted him, and was his last effort to escape. He knew what was coming, when he saw Zeus staring at him angrily.

"PERCY JACKSON!" the king of the gods yelled angrily. Percy stared at him and the other gods. He made eye contact with his father, who stared sadly at his son. Percy realized he was free, and tried to shadow travel away, but was stopped at a terrifying sight. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Hades said, his helm of darkness on. Percy saw everything that managed to give him chills and nightmares, and was stopped in terror. Poseidon pointed his trident reluctantly at this son's neck, and Zeus raised his lightning bolt, ready to strike at the demigod at any moment.

Percy looked around at all the threats. As soon as he would try to bend the shadows, they would kill him. This he knew, and gave himself up, raising his hands in defeat.

Let them take you, Champion. It may trigger your ancient "friend," from Tartarus to aid us in the war, the voice of Erebus said into Percy's head. Percy smiled smugly, taking in the information.

"Percy Jackson, I think it's time we had a nice little chat. Take him to Olympus!" Zeus yelled to the other gods, as the flashed out to Olympus, Percy as their prisoner.

When they were all gone, Chiron turned to Annabeth.

"That was a brilliant plan, Annabeth. But what did Percy mean by you "seeing," him two weeks ago?" he asked. Annabeth blushed, and Chiron rolled his eyes, walking away to the eating pavilion. He turned to face the campers, hoping to lift their hearts.

"Attention Campers! Percy Jackson, our former hero who fell to the forces of evil, is subdued! We now have revived hope in this war! Fight on, and do not be disheartened!" he announced to the cheering camp, who all ran to get dinner and toast to the gods. Annabeth walked to get her food, but feared the worst would happen involving Percy. She could only hope they wouldn't kill him


Somewhere in Tartarus

A mysterious vortex opened in the deepest part of Tartarus, and an ancient being emerged. He stepped out, his armor shining but battered from his duel two-weeks ago. He had utmost respect for the victor of their joust, but was still angry that he lost. The small scar on the center of his chest would be a constant reminder of this, as well.

He walked forward for a while, until he saw a hallway, illuminated by torches, built into the earth. His smiled wickedly, walking through these long forgotten halls. When he made it to the end of what seemed like an endless walk, he stopped, as a massive black door blocked his path. It was chained up and locked down tight, but he just laughed.

"Fools," he said to himself, as he blasted a massive wave of energy at the door, shattering it into a million pieces. Two golden orbs were tied up in chains, and locked down like a prison. They were suspended midair in the chamber. Inside the golden orbs were two identical, trapped and sleeping beings as the one standing up on floor, looking up at them. He growled furiously at the sight of them being captured, and he sent a wave of energy at the chains, which broke instantly.

The golden orbs fell to the floor, and shattered. Dust rose from the crash, but when the air was cleared, two purplish-gray beings were stirring on the floor. Their wicked eyes opened, full of rage and anger, as the stood slowly, stretching their bodies out. The being who had freed them stood before them with open arms, smiling at with evilly.

"About damn time," one of the newly awakened ones said. The other stared murderously at the one who had freed them. "Where were you when we needed you, Brutallus," he snapped at his brother.

"Brothers, now is not the time. Now is the time, however, to reclaim the earth as our own, with the help of some foolish Primordials," Brutallus said. "But first, I need to fulfill a favor, and I require your aid." The three brothers exchanged glances, and all smiled evilly. They roared up at the chamber, ready to take back what they thought was truly theirs.

How was that? A big shoutout to Wacko12 for continued support and ideas. Sorry again for the long wait, I just needed a little inspiration, and the music sure helped. If you haven't tried writing with music, it sure helps give you ideas.

I will try to update sooner, now that I got past that writer's block. Sorry for the wait, I'll update sooner!

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