Hey! Okay, first off *Deep breath* I am super sorry for the super long wait for this chapter and the fact that it definitely isn't the longest chapter ever. But I'm trying to get ideas and develop a writing schedule. I've got a lot of stories going on at the same time. This one, And We Thought We Were Normal, When Heroes Are Born, A 'Goode' Surprise, House of Half-Bloods, The Light Meets the Darkness, (a collab story with LEGENDary TITANS) and my newest one that is a different fandom called Gregor and the Call of Destiny. If you read The Underland Chronicles I think you'll like it.

So, as I said, I'm trying to develop certain days for focusing on each story...so far, not a clue for which days for which stories. I think I'll end up doing Call of Destiny everyday, since it's newest and I get the most ideas for it. Anyway, I'll update as soon as I finish the next chapter. I don't tend to write a couple chapters ahead before I post, which I really should, but sadly don't.

The Doors of Death

FRANK

Frank grabbed Hazel's hand and the two raced after Reyna. They arrived in time to see her wrestle Octavian to the ground. Percy and Jason both came toward Reyna and Octavian from opposite directions, Piper, Leo, and Annabeth not far behind.

"What are you planning?" Reyna demanded, sitting on Octavian's back, holding his arms behind his back.

"You don't deserve it," He hissed. Percy's face became deadly serious and anger flashed in his eyes.

"What are you planning Octavian. Tell me! Now!" Percy demanded with a force behind his voice that Frank had never heard before. Octavian only laughed. Frank couldn't help but think Octavian had been driven off the edge, that this trip and the collaboration of the Romans and Greeks had driven him insane. Well, more insane than he already was, that is.

Reyna kept Octavian pinned down on the ground. She barked some orders in Latin at some of the Roman soldiers to get her some rope. The two poor shmucks that had went to get the rope were told to tie the augur up and not let him out of their sight.

Once Reyna filled Percy and Jason in on Octavian's little scheme, Percy growled in frustration.

"This whole thing's driven him off the edge," Piper sighed.

"Yeah! I thought he was crazy before, but seriously. Who gave him the manual to being a megalomaniac?" Leo asked, half-joking. Jason's features remained stoic, but Piper let her worry show. She tightened her hold on Jason's hand.

"There's something else," Hazel interrupted. Frank had forgotten that she was there for a moment, which was totally unlike him. "He was talking to someone! I don't know who, though."

Percy looked more stressed, but he remained calm. Taking deep breaths, he started talking rapidly in Ancient Greek.

"Any clue what he's saying?" Frank whispered. Hazel, Reyna, and Jason shook their heads.

"Not a clue," Reyna muttered. Jason's eyebrows furrowed together.

"I know a little Ancient Greek, but he's speaking too fast."

Hazel shrugged helplessly. Annabeth's face was pale but remained impassive, much like Reyna always was. Leo had his mouth wide open and-for once-he was speechless, and Piper was too busy worrying about what could've happened to Jason to register much of what Percy was saying.

"D-Dude!" Leo managed to stutter. Percy glanced up, his glare still set on his features. Leo shut his mouth and moved to cower behind Reyna, who awkwardly patted his hand that gripped her shoulder.

"Is it just me," Frank heard Leo say, "or does Percy look like an angry god when he's mad?"

Frank would've laughed, under different conditions maybe, but the fact that they were nearing war and that the statement was so true that he didn't. Sometimes Frank even had to remind himself that his friend and distant relative was not actually a god, but a very, very powerful demigod instead.

Reyna nodded in agreement with Leo. Jason remained stoic. Frank could easily tell that the guy was jealous of Percy, and the Greek/Roman feud thing probably didn't help much with the jealousy, but Jason was trying to keep it under control.

The ground was starting to shake and tremble with each pacing step Percy made. The little rocks and pebbles were bouncing on the usually still ground.

Annabeth moved forward and placed a hand on Percy's shoulder. Percy's newer friends stopped and stared, sure Annabeth would get killed with a look from the son of Poseidon/Neptune. Even the newer Greek demigods who knew Percy only by legend and myth stopped to watch.

As Percy turned, glare in place and words ready to form, he saw Annabeth and stopped short. His words failed him and his glare softened. Frank watched in awe at how easily Annabeth had calmed the son of the sea god.

"Percy," Annabeth said softly. Percy just stared into her grey eyes. "You're starting to cause an earthquake."

With those words, she turned on her heel and stalked off again, probably to make more strategies and backup plans for backup plans. Percy stood in his place for about a second before he smiled and gave a small laugh. Everyone watching relaxed tremendously. They had all been so scared Percy would hurt Annabeth or that Percy would cause some major damage to everyone and everything with the now ceased earthquake.

"Man," Leo whispered. "The guy can control water, make hurricanes, and earthquakes? He's got to be, like, the most powerful demigod ever."

"He's quite powerful, isn't he?" Reyna smiled. Smiled, Frank thought. Did he see that right? Did Reyna, daughter of Bellona, actually smile? And especially at something Leo had said?

Man, Frank's train of thought continued. Evil murder plots and Reyna smiling at something Leo said…what's Gaea doing?

He could hear the goddess's voice in his head, but he knew it wasn't actually her. Just what he imagined she would say. Absolutely nothing.

That's all he could hear her say. Absolutely nothing.

She wasn't doing anything to them…they were doing it to themselves. The fighting, the plots, the insanity of it all…they had brought it upon themselves, but not from the quest itself, but from the insane idea that the Greeks and Romans could co-exist while knowing the other was there, and could strike at any moment of weakness.

Gaea didn't have to do anything to win this war. She was already sure she had won it.

Because the Greeks and the Romans would destroy themselves for her.

So, you know my reason for lateness. Don't have a writing schedule and I try to do all at once. Does. Not. Work. So, I'm not very good with, like, Frank or Hazel's POV just cause I don't know their characters very well.

*Checks time* Oops! Got to go!

~*J.C*~