(A/N) Sorry that this update is a little late; I was too busy watching Doctor Who on Netflix all night. There's also another reason.

I HAVE EXTREME WRITER'S BLOCK AND HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO NEXT, SO I'M SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER DRAGS A LITTLE. I NEED IDEAS. PLEASE REVIEW! THE BEST IDEA WINS.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot, nothing else.

Exodus POV

I adjusted my hood and sunglasses to make sure they were in the right position. A sinister smile sliced across my face and I cracked my knuckles, ready to begin the mission. Python was by my side, tasting the air with his black forked tongue just in case we were being watched or followed. His cold, slit pupils regarded the tunnel before him with a dark delight. If this plan went the way we rehearsed it, then the Greater Power would be alive in no time. I was glad that Python had told the son of Hades that I was over the Canadian border; the fools would just get sidetracked even more.

"Thissss issss assss far assss I go." the huge snake hissed and stopped where the Caldecott Tunnel opened up into Camp Jupiter. The valley spread out before us, the grass shimmering in the light of the dying sun. The Little Tiber snaked around the camp and the water sparkled and gurgled. Pretty soon the grass would be nothing more than ashes and the Tiber would be reduced to a dusty river bottom. The thought made me grin. "Best of luck, Exodussss." Python told me and I gave him a nod of acknowledgement, taking off down the hill.

I sprinted towards New Rome, where a senate meeting should've been in motion. I was just about to cross the Pomeranian Line when Terminus sprung up, still lacking arms as always. "Oh! Mr. Perseus Jackson, what a surprise!" he exclaimed happily. "You feel that? I'm shaking your hand." I internally groaned; I didn't want anything to slow me down at the moment. The Senate meeting was going to be over by the time this stupid god of borders is finished talking to me. Nevertheless I stayed patient and polite, though in my head I was spouting curses at him. Behind my sunglasses I rolled my eyes, but I did manage a forced smile. I hope it didn't look too fake. "It's been a long time! How are things at the Greek camp? Praetor Reyna and Praetor Frank are very worried; they haven't had word from you in several weeks. Is everything alright?" Terminus' voice took on a very worried tone. "Monsters? Giants? Titans? May the gods forbid."

"No, no. Everything is just fine." I assured him and shoved my hands deep into my pockets.

"Well, if you wish to enter the city, you'll have to give me that sword you have by your hip." Terminus told me. "Julia?" The little girl came bounding out from behind the statue, holding her tray. I grit my teeth together; I needed Trinity if I was to carry out this plan, and I wouldn't let any god take it away from me. I snapped my fingers.

"I don't have a sword." I replied slyly. Julia and Terminus blinked. The little girl disappeared behind the statue once more to put her tray away, her eyes glazing.

"Why, of course you don't." Terminus replied in a rather monotone voice. "Carry on, please."

"Why thank you, Terminus." I snickered and walked past him. The streets were milling with people, their ages varying from kid to young adult to middle-aged to elder. The aroma of food wafted from shops and stores and I was tempted to take a look around, but I had to stay on task. I couldn't let my host's ADHD to get to me. The pedestrians cast wary glances at me as I walked past, eyeing my hood and my sunglasses suspiciously. I probably did look like an inner city mobster, but I ignored their questioning gazes and continued towards the senate house.

I shouldn't bother to hide what's going on. I snorted to myself. As I rounded the corner I came face-to-face with the senators all stumbling out of the Senate House in loose-fitting and annoying togas. Dammit I missed the meeting. It would've been much more dramatic to watch the puny Romans stare in shock and horror as I told them what was truly happening at Camp Half-Blood. Besides, it would've been easier than announcing it to the public as well. If it had just been those idiots that Perseus had known, then it would have been a much better opportunity. But I would just have to make do with this, then. All I needed to do was find one of the Praetors, both of them if I was lucky.

That's when I saw Frank and Reyna emerging from the Senate House, talking in hushed tones with one another. I strode over beside them and waited for them to notice me. Reyna stole a glance away from Frank and gasped as I gave a little wave that would be Percy-like. Dammit it was really hard acting like this demigod. He had so many emotions and expressions that I couldn't figure out how to do, and his personality in general was just all over the place.

"Percy!" Reyna cried and threw her arms around me. I staggered at the weight of her armor, but managed to retain my balance.

"Hey…" Did Percy have a nickname for Reyna? Because this was starting to get pretty annoying; I had no idea what was going on in this kid's life it was as if I was a stranger, even if I was inhabiting his body. I decided to play it safe. "…Reyna."

"How's it going, Perce?" Frank chuckled and clapped me on the back. I smiled and chuckled tightly as I stumbled a bit, but it probably looked more like a grimace. "It's been a long time. We were just discussing what could have happened at Camp Half-Blood? Is everything okay?" At this I set my jaw and grit my teeth together as if it was grave, which wasn't hard. I guess I was getting more used to this body each day.

"That's why I came here." I replied lowly. I looked around warily just for dramatic effect. "Can we discuss this in private?" Looks of horror passed across the two Praetors' faces and they exchanged anxious glances, but they nodded. Frank gestured for us to follow and we walked around to the back of the Senate House. There were walls on three sides, and the opening was facing away from pedestrian traffic. Perfect.

"The parasites that you sent us…" I trailed off just to make them nervous. My face was grave and solemn on the outside, but on the inside I was grinning from ear to ear. They were plying right into my outstretched hands.

"What about them? What happened?" Frank asked nervously, his voice wavering. Reyna seemed anxious as well, for her poker-face didn't hide the fact that she was wringing her hands together.

"Well a camper…we released the parasites into the forest, and you know how we have capture the flag there, right?" The two Praetors nodded. "We were playing there, and it was as dark as hell at night. A camper wandered into Bunker 9 for a place to hide the flag and then the following days he began acting strange. Wearing sunglasses. Cutting himself off from everyone else. There was a huge hole in his calf that showed bone, yet he hid it and walked around normally as if it didn't bother him. There was a lump on the back of his neck and two campers were murdered. They captured him, but he escaped off into the world. They're trying to find him right now."

"And who would that camper be?" Reyna's voice was trembling. I grinned wickedly and the two staggered back as I took off my glasses.

"Me. Get ready for a dark age, Romans. An age darker than death itself."