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Camp Half-Blood is cool.

I mean, yeah, I'm biased. But Camp Half-Blood is definitely the place to be. It's like a home to me, and all of the people here are my friends, if not my family.

"Hey, Prissy!" Someone called behind me. "Annabeth wants to see you."

I turned and greeted the one and only Clarisse La Rue. She and I had saved one another's lives in the giant war, and since then we'd become, well, friends. I guess she'd finally forgiven me for drenching her in toilet water when I was twelve.

"Thanks, Clarisse." I grinned at her. "Hey, you and Laimer wanna spar later? I think I'm getting out of practice."

Clarisse's spear, Maimer, was a gift from her dad that could shock anyone it came into contact with. We all called it Laimer behind her back, but I was the only one who called it that to her face.

"Watch it, Jackson. I'll get you for that later." She scowled at me and walked off, cradling her spear. I mean, who does that?

I grinned impudently and walked off. Annabeth was probably on the beach. She usually was when something was on her mind. I guess she knew I could find her there.

"Hey, wise girl. How're you doing?" I asked as I walked up to her. Her hair was whipping around in the wind, and she looked beautiful, as always.

"I wanted to talk to you." She said, twisting her hands nervously. What's eating at her? I couldn't contain the feeling that all my peace was about to be shattered, so I looked out at the sea. The waves were crashing loudly and relentlessly on the coastline, the water a shade of stormy grey. Cheerful.

"Percy." Annabeth finally looked at me. Tears were brimming in her intelligent grey eyes. "I'm pregnant."

My world spun and I found myself sitting on the ground. I sat there for a moment, just thinking through what Annabeth told me. Then I pushed myself up and looked at Annabeth with anger in my eyes.

"You're half human." I practically growled. Annabeth blinked at me, confused. "Which means that you don't have thought children. You get pregnant the normal way." I watched understanding dawn in Annabeth's eyes. The waves got higher and rougher as the sea responded to my fury.

"Except for the fact that we've never done that." I continued. "We never took that final step which means that whoever that child's father is," I paused, struggling to force the words past the lump in my throat. "he isn't me." The pain of Annabeth's betrayal had begun to set in. We had been dating, I would have done anything for her, and all the while she had been with someone else.

"You cheated on me." I stepped back, away from her. emShe betrayed me. I fell into Tartarus for her ... and she betrayed me.

"Percy ..." Annabeth began, tears streaming down her face. But I didn't wait to hear any more. I turned and ran all the way back to my cabin. It still hadn't sunk in yet, what she'd done to me, but it would, I knew. And when it does, it's really going to hurt.

I grabbed a drachma from my emergency supply and used the fountain it my cabin to create mist. I tossed the drachma into the fountain and said the incantation.
"O Goddess, accept my offering. Show me Sally Jackson."

The mist wavered and an image appeared. It was so unexpected, so impossible, I couldn't process what it was.

I was standing there.

Me. Black hair, grey streak from holding up the world. Sea green eyes. Standing there, holding a sword coated in ... was that blood?

Suddenly my doppelganger turned and looked directly at me, his gaze watching me cruelly, a small, sadistic grin on his face.

"What ... What did you do?" I asked unsteadily, my voice cracking. The not-me's grin widened and he stepped to the side, allowing me to see two mutilated figures on the floor.

"No." I choked. Mum and Paul.

"They died believing that you'd betrayed them, you know." The other me said almost conversationally. "And the gods will believe the same thing - they'll believe that you murdered your own mother. I'd start running if I were you."

"No." I denied. "I'll just tell them what really happened. I'll tell them about you." But the waver in my voice gave away my doubt.

"Even you don't believe that." He laughed at me.

I tried to believe that they'd listen to me - that they'd understand I hadn't killed my mother and Paul - but the not-me was right; the gods weren't known for giving fair trials, and that was to people that hadn't betrayed them. Tears were streaming down my face. Even if the gods didn't kill me, a part of me had died inside. My mother thought that I'd betrayed her, killed her, and that wasn't something I'd ever be able to take back.

"So you see," evil me continued, "you really have nothing left. You might as well kill yourself now. It will be a far quicker than the death the gods will give to you." And on that cheerful note, he swept his hand through the message. The image dissolved, and soon the mist was only mist again.

I sat there for I don't know how long, stunned. I knew I should be working out a way to make the gods believe me, but to be honest I couldn't care less. My mum is dead, Paul is dead and Annabeth cheated on me. I sat there so long the tears had dried on my face.

Finally there was twelve flashes of light behind me and I knew the Olympians had arrived. I pulled myself up and turn to face them.

They stared at me with disgust and sadness in their eyes. Zeus broke the ominous silence. "Percy Jackson, you stand accused of betrayal against the Olympians and your mortal mother and her husband. You have been found guilty. Sentenced to tortures and then death."

"Wait a moment!" I interrupted. "You found me guilty? I thought the whole point of that was so the accused have a chance to defend themselves!"
"That is normally the case, yes." Athena responded to my outburst. "However, we were warned that you would twist words around to ... suit yourself."

I gaped in shock. "I never did any of that! My fatal flaw is loyalty, for crying out loud!"

"Unless, of course, you were always loyal to someone else, from a very young age." Dionysus said, and although he looked just as bored as usual, I could tell that he wasn't.

"That's ridiculous." I said. Where is all this coming from? Someone must have put it in the gods heads that I was a traitor ... probably the same guy who told them that it would be dangerous to listen to me.

"This has gone on long enough." Ares interrupted. "We were warned not to listen to him. Let's just punish him already!"

"I thought this day would never come." Athena said drily. "Ares said something intelligent."

"Stop it!" Poseidon snapped. "This is not the time for arguing." He sounded weird. And he looked like he'd been ... crying?

He walked up to me. His usually cheerful eyes were dark with pain as he came to a stop right in front of me. Then he spoke. "You will pay for what you've done." He growled. "And by the time we are finished with you, you'll wish you'd never been born."

And didn't that make my blood run cold.

What happened next - my public torture and subsequent death - was not very pretty. However, one thing and one thing only kept me sane during those hours of pain, and that was my innocence. I was going to die, and I knew it. However, I held out hope that one day the Olympians would realize what they'd done. Not that it would make much of a difference to me, but I'd love to rub the fact that they killed they hero that they owe their continued existence to in their faces.

'Nother chapter, people.

Enjoy, Shib. :)