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Percy's POV:

Is this really the best thing to do? I asked myself.

Yes it is Perseus, remember she betrayed you.

How could I foget. I said to myself she really doesn't care about me like I thought she did.

It was late at night and shadows coverd the water. I was on my surfboard my mother gave me as an early Christmas present, I was getting close to the Princess Andromeda now, and I could make out a small figure on the side of the ship. I thought it was Kronos' but I was soon mistaken. When I got closer to the ship I saw that the figure was maybe 6 feet tall and Luke wasn't that tall.

About a mile away from the ship the current started going the wrong way. Dad. He obviously doesn't want me to get on the ship, but I don't care I'm getting on that ship one way or another.

I started making a tsunami but about half way through the making a bigger wave crashed down on mine. I was sent flying toward the ship, and right before I crashed down on it, someone gripped my wrist, spun me and threw me to the ground.

I quickly jumped up and kick a side kick. Someone caught it and spun me in a circle. Letting go and making me fly to a wall a few feet away.

"Dawg, I know you're the chosen shit and all, but fuck man you need some practice!" A stange voice was saying to me. I just groaned and stood up. I saw this tall African-American teen looking down on me.

"Who are you?" I asked unpolitly.

" Whoa, whats with to rudeness?" He fake gasped. "It's cause I'm black, isn't it? That's what we need, another white racist. Great, just great."

"No. I'm not racist it's just that you threw me into a wall a second ago!" I answerd back.

"So? That doesn't give you the right to hate me! I know it's cause I'm black!"

"No man why would you think that?" I asked yet another question.

"Cause you look like the racist type. And you white. White people are always racist."

"What!? Now your being racist!" I pushed him back a foot and before I could do anything else he pulled a big ass pistol and pointed it in my face. Now I was pretty scared, so I tried calming him. "Whoa, stay calm man don't go to drastict measures, I'm important to Kronos and he'll kill you if you kill me."

That got him. He put his gun back in it's holder that I just reconized now. And I just had to ask the question.

"What's with the gun anyway?"

"Well see the bullets are half steel, half celestial bronze so it works on mortals, monsters, demigods, and immortals. So who needs arrows or swords, right?" He replied.

"Right." I answered back to him even though I think it wasn't a real question.

"Word."

"What?" I asked very confused.

"Word." He said again.

I was still very confused. "What word?"

He paused and slowly looked at me with worried eyes. "What?" He asked this time, slowly.

"You said word."

"Word." He said yet again.

"What word?" I asked still very confused.

"Oh snap! What the hell?" He paused. "Dawg, word is like; I heard that." He had this shocked expression on his face.

"Heard what?" I asked stupidly.

"Oh shit," He said almost right away. "Dawg, you ain't white, your neon white!"

This time I just stared at him and shruged. He shook his head and gave me a signal to follow him. So I did. He lead me to the room where I dreamed of Kronos' coffin back when I was 13 except this time instead of a coffin there was a throne. And on the throne sat Kronos in Luke's body.

"Very good Shemar," Kronos started saying. Well now I know that guys name. "Go back to your room. And Perseus, I see you decided to show up. I heard about the betrayal and you want… revenge?"

"Yes, yes I do." I said. He walked up to me. "Very well." He said. He touch my head and next thing I know is I'm in a bedroom by myself. I guess it's mine. After I settled into my bed I quickly fell asleep.

"Bang!" I heard someone yell and I quickly sat up in my bed, only to see a gun barrel pointed directly at me. I heard a chuckle and move my head to see Shemar standing infront of me with a huge grin on his face.

"Man, you shoulda seen the look on your face. It was like, 'Holy crap, there's a fucking gun pointed at my head.'" He made this weird expression on his face.

"Yeah whatever. Why are you here anyway?" I asked him.

"Oh, yeah. You got lame sword pratice with Devonte and me."

"Devonte?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's like me but when I call you racist I keed, he doesn't. So watch what you say." I just nodded and he gave me the "Follow me look". I got up and out of my bed and started following him to an open part of the cruise ship. I heard a very loud gunshot and saw a very large bullet pass my head and hit a wall, leaving a 2cm by 2cm hole there. I quickly glanced at where the bullet came from. I saw a tall well built white guy standing there holding a long gun that had a scope on it. And a smile on his face.

"That's Carl amazing sword fighter and he makes my bullets I use for my guns. Speaking of witch, take this and go pick up the new gun he made for me," He said while handing me a wad of cash. "And don't try anything stupid." He finished while rubbing one of his pistols.

I started to walk towards Carl and he quickly jerk up the scoped weapon, pointing it at me. I raised my hands for mercy and he just smirked and put the gun down. He walked over to me handed me the gun and snachted the money from my hands. He counted it and looked at me, nodded, and then started to walk away. I shruged and started walking towards Shemar. I handed him the gun and he just took it and started to walk in the direction we were going before. And all I'm think is WTF is wrong with these people. And things only got wierder after that.

After about an hour of sword training with Shemar, another black walked up to us. He looked at me from head to toe and then shook his head.

"He's racist isn't he?" He asked Shemar. "Cause he sure looks like he is."

Shemar chuckled while shaking his head. "Nah, he's just white that's all. Percy meet Devonte, Devonte meet Percy. Percy he is your new instructor."

"What! This is my new trainey!? He's fucking white I don't hang with whites, except for Carl!" Devonte started complaining.

"What is so wrong with hanging with a white guy?" I asked Devonte.

"Whites are always racist. I would know, I have been hanging around whites for years and they were all racist!" He spat at me.

"Ok just shut up and give me a chance!" I yelled at him.

"What? Now your telling me to shut up? It's because I'm black isn't? God, I hate whites."

"Just because I'm white you expect me to be racist? Now that's being racist." He just glared at me. All of a sudden his face changed to a shocked looked face.

"Your that guy who blew up aren't you!? Dude, when I heard that all I wanted to do was ask the guy that did it tons of questions! Like, what was the last thing that went through you mind?" He started rambling on. I noticed Shemars face grow a smile.

"His ass." Shemar replied. And they both started cracking up. As they were laughing, my mind was playing memories. I saw a memory of the explosion, a memory of the monsters and the memory of me kissing Annabeth. Gods, was that an amazing first kiss. All the memories flooded back to my head of my momments with Annabeth. Maybe I should go back. This place isn't really good. I made a huge mistake, didn't I?

"Lord Kronos, another mind control? Last time the halfblood died." I heard Shemar say. Lord Kronos? Mind control? What was he talking about?

I turned around only to feel Kronos' palm on my forehead and memories began to leave my mind. And next thing I knew, I forgotten everything about how the Titans were bad and the Gods were good. A mind control I thought for my last real thought.