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Persia Pov-

Cracks appeared underneath us, making a terrible sound. What was happening?

"Persia." A voice whispered.

I turned around to face the sun god, his hand outstretched towards me. I reached for his hand and stepped over a gap that the cracks had made. The rest of my friends were dodging the cracks, trying to locate where the scream had come from.

"What's going on?" I said once I'd reached Apollo. "Why are you here?"

"I don't know, Artemis and I were tracking Percy's location and it led us here." Apollo's hand was still holding onto mine.

About a few meters away, stood Artemis, bending down to observe a crack. Although I couldn't see much, I could tell that this particular crack had a green light coming from it.

"Do you see that?" I shook the god. "That crack over there, with the green light."

"Yeah," He whispered. "The one Artemis is looking at?"

I nodded, pulling him towards the light. We were pushing past the panicked campers when Leo and Hazel joined us.

"We-we can't get out." Leo panted. "The doors…locked."

Hazel tipped her head slightly, catching her breath. "Where's Frank?"

Apollo and I shook our heads, shrugging.

"I haven't seen anyone. It's getting awfully-" In the middle of my sentence, the room went pitch black. "dark."

It was then that Leo pointed to a holographic screen that had project from the green light.

The screen was transparent-an iris image.

"Hello gods and demigods," A voice-female-came out of thin air.

Immediately, the voice had our attention.

"Gaea." Hazel shivered.

There was nothing on the screen, just more darkness.

"I'm sure you wondering where you little 'hero,' Percy is?" Gaea laughed cruelly. "Well, if you must know…"

As her voice trailed off, the screen project of a boy-a teenager by the looks of it.

His body was thin-malnourished and he had shackles around his wrists and ankles. His chest was bare, covered in scorch marks and multiple cuts. The only thing he had on was a pair of shredded jeans. His head was lowered, only showing a mop of black hair mixed with dried blood. He was covered in blood, pouring out of old and new wounds.

At this point, I wasn't even sure if he was human.

Then his head lifted. Those same emerald eyes I had looked into so many times before were lifeless, full of torture.

It was Percy but not the one I knew.

I buried my face in Apollo's shoulder, I didn't want to see anymore.

"Poor, poor Jackson," The voice mocked pity. "But of course if you want him back, I'm going to need one of the chosen seven. A girl preferably."

A chill went over me as Gaea muttered her last words. "Piper, Hazel, Persia-I'm only a blood drop away."

I clutched onto Apollo's shirt as the light faded, the screen disappeared, and the lights came back on.

The sun god tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Hey, look-Gaea's not going to hurt you. I won't let her hurt you. Okay?"

I nodded, although this time, I knew someone was going to get hurt.

The doors opened and everyone was outside. Apollo had gone to talk to Artemis and Hermes, leaving me with a confused Leo and a distraught Hazel.

"What are we going to do?" Hazel's face was gaunt and for once, she actually looked like a child of Hades.

I shrugged. "We obviously can't give Gaea what she wants. I mean, how do we know that she's not going to take one of us, and not give Percy back?"

"You're right, Persia." Piper said, joining us. "We should all just stay put until the gods tell us what to do."

Leo shook his head. "We can't wait 'till the gods tell us what to do. By then, Percy might be dead."

Thalia-who had just walked up about a minute ago-raised her eyebrows. "I thought Gaea couldn't kill him until she got a girl?"

"She never exactly said that." Hazel whispered.

"Listen, I'll talk to Phoebe-see if she can help track Percy down. If she finds him, we'll help bring him back." Thalia's plan was sounding better as we got more desperate. At this point, Jason and Frank joined in on the conversation.

"But we're supposed to follow Zeus's orders and stay here until Percy comes back by himself." Frank objected.

"Does he look like he'll make here by himself?" Thalia countered. "Besides, my dad said to tell everybody not to leave camp, right?"

The group nodded.

"But we only told Chiron who forgot to tell the rest of the campers. So…it's like it never happened." Thalia winked.

"No," Jason shook his head. "We were there when Jupit-er, Zeus, gave us clear instructions. We could get in serious trouble for leaving."

"Jason, look at the bigger picture." His sister said. "Only us, the gods, and Chiron know about the instructions, right? But Phoebe doesn't. So she wouldn't be breaking the rules if,"

"She never knew about them." Leo finished.

"If it gets Percy back…" Hazel muttered.

I found myself nodding slowly. "I'm in. I'm sure Percy would do the same for any one of us."

One by one, we all agreed to rescue Percy Jackson.

"Where is Phoebe?" I asked.

Thalia shrugged, walking up to Artemis once the goddess was done talking to Apollo.

As Thalia and the goddess began to talk, the messenger god came up to me.

"You must be the fair Persia." Hermes smiled.

I blushed. "It's nice to finally meet you, Lord Hermes." I bowed respectively.

In his left hand was his symbol of power, a caduceus, and two green snakes intertwined together around it.

"You're a very pretty girl." One of the snakes slithered-sounding strangely like a female.

I gasped; taken aback. "Please tell me you can hear them too."

Hermes laughed. "Yeah, they can talk. Persia, this George," He pointed to the snake who hadn't spoken. "And this is Martha."

I waved. "Hello George; Martha. Thank you-for the compliment. Sorry, I'm really used to talking animals."

If a snake could smile, I'm sure Martha would've. George chuckled, slithering around the pole.

Hermes' eyes smiled kindly down at me. "I trust you're enjoying your stay here?"

"Yeah, everyone's been really nice and I feel right at home here."

The messenger god smiled sadly. "I'm sure accommodations would be better if we weren't dealing with these issues…"

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for my daring question. "So, Lord Hermes, are the gods planning on rescuing Percy?"

I held my breath, waiting for his answer.

Hermes raised an eyebrow; suspicious. "Apollo, Artemis, and I were assigned by Zeus to get Percy back. We're considering our options but not everyone's on board with the plan." As he finished his sentence, the god warily eyed Apollo, who was talking to one of his children.

One of his many children.

For some bizarre reason, I'd thought Apollo actually had cared about me and wouldn't have other relationships after my 'death.'

But of course, I was stupid. He had never even had feelings for me and even if he had, who am I-a mortal that would eventually die-to stop him from living his life. I had my chance, 1,000 years ago, and I blew it.

Lightning flashed overhead, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Hermes sighed. "I guess that would be my cue. It was nice to meet you, Persia."

"Same here." I looked away as the god flashed out.

"Hey," Apollo caught up to me.

"Hi." I mummer, not looking into his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice concerned. "Was it Hermes? Tell me what's wrong, Persia, I can fix it."

"You can't fix it, Apollo." I sighed, exasperated. "There's a million of them anyway. You know what you can do, Apollo?"

"There's a million of what? What can I do?"

Every nerve in my body was screaming at me not to but I just couldn't wait around for a guy who would never have the same feelings I had for him.

"Leave me alone." I whispered, my voice cracking.

A desperate look crossed the sun god's face. "Persia, you know I can't do that. Please tell me you don't mean this."

"I mean it, Apollo. I don't want to see you again." I sobbed, running away.

Behind me, Apollo was calling after me but I didn't listen.

Somehow, I found myself standing in front of the Poseidon cabin. The door was slightly open, so I opened it a little wider.

The cabin was dark but there was quiet noise coming from a corner. It was someone crying.

I turned on the lights and found Annabeth sitting in the corner, wearing one of Percy's t-shirts and crying.

I didn't have to ask her to know what was wrong. I went over to her little corner and rubbed her shoulder gently.

"Percy." She cried.

I sighed, tears of my own shedding for the son of Poseidon.

"I know," I whispered soothingly. "He'll be okay. We're going to rescue him."

Annabeth looked at me. Her eyes were gray and dull, but there was some sort of desperation to them.

She looked me in the eye, serious. "Someone isn't going to come back."

My eyes widened. "Who?"

A/N-Omg one of the seven is going to die! I guess you'll have to review to find outtt!