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Last Time:

I was about to dive back into the fray, when Oceanus, Phorcys and Keto arrived. I telepathically communicated with my family and we gathered around, in preparation for the coming fight. I teleported us twenty feet away from the trio and stated, "Lets settle this once and for all." Then the three of us sprinted towards our foes and started the battle for the oceans.

Now:

Leo's POV

It was cold. So cold. My body felt like a Popsicle. I had woken up during the night, I think it was nighttime, but I couldn't be sure, because there were no windows. Anyway, I was lying in a ball on top of a bed, with no blankets, freezing to death. I hate Orion. He locked me up in a prison cell, which is kept at artic temperatures, just so that I wouldn't escape. Not that I can blame him; it was an elaborate plan.

I couldn't feel my fingers; it was as if they weren't connected to my body at all. Think Leo, think! There is always a way out, no matter how hard it seems. I don't have my tool belt and I can't use fire. I don't know what to do. First, I need to get rid of that air, but where is it coming from? I looked around my cell, but noticed that there was nothing there. Unless… Maybe there's a vent, like the main hero always uses in the movies to escape.

There was only a bed, with no blankets, a sink, which looked like it hadn't been used since Zeus was a baby and a toilet, which smelled like, well, crap. There was nothing else. Maybe if I move some things around, there would be hidden vents underneath. I moved the bed, and there was nothing, but a cobweb covered wall.

I tried the sink, but it wouldn't budge. Figures. I even checked behind the toilet and was rewarded with nothing, but the smell of urine and feces. As I attempted to hold my bile inside my stomach, I thought about the possible ways of cold air coming into my cell. My friends had said that their cells were .perfectly warm, which means that the freezing air was coming from somewhere in here.

Where had I not looked? I studied the walls and floor again, but there was nothing there, even to my trained eyes. Unless… I mentally face-palmed myself and looked at the celling, which was about eight feet above me. I was delighted to see that there was a vent, which seemed to be blowing the frigid air, into the room.

Now, to get up there. I attempted to push the bed over, but it seemed to be connected to the floor. I grunted, as I pushed the bed and my small noise caught the attention of most of my friends. Percy, Piper and Annabeth looked over at me. I tried jumping towards the ceiling, but I was too small."I need help!" I hissed. "Stupid short people conspiracy!" "What? Never mind, what can we do?" Annabeth asked. "I don't know. Call Jason, unless he can't hear through his little bad boy cell in the corner over there."

"Psst! Jason. Can you hear me?" Piper, who was closest to Jason's cell asked. No reply came from the seemingly air tight box. I wonder if he is still alive, I wondered. Bad Leo! Don't think like that. "Is there any way out of your cells?" I watched as they rummaged around in their cells trying to find a way out. I will say this about Orion, he isn't stupid. He didn't even put a sink in Percy's cell. I wonder if he has each of the cells marked, like at the door it says, Hermes' children or Aphrodite's children. Dang my ADHD.

After my friends gave me hopeless faces, I started to think. Ok, so my cell had really cold air in it, so what would happen if I could eliminate the frigid air or at least warm it up? Then I could burn the door, free my friends and escape. If only I could heat up my frigid cell.

The only person, who could rid my cell of the cold, is… Percy. Duh. "Hey, Percy. Can you somehow get rid of the air or make it into water, so that I can warm up and burn the door down?" "I'll try." Was his response, as he closed his eyes in concentration. I sat there for a couple of seconds, waiting for something to happen, when Percy let out a scream of pain and collapsed to the ground in a heap.

"Percy!" Annabeth screamed and attempted to reach her boyfriend. Dang it! Orion really did think of everything. How did he enchant our cells? It doesn't make any sense, how did he achieve all of this power? Maybe his mistress enchanted the cells for him, so that all of his "prey" could be safely contained. I started jumping uselessly towards the ceiling, hoping that a miracle would happen and I would be launched into the air.

After a few minutes of trying to do the impossible, I gave up, like I knew I would. There is always a way out of any problem, if you have enough time to analyze your environment. I looked closely at the walls, floor and ceiling again and found nothing.

"This is so stupid! There has to be a way out! I won't just sit here and wait my turn to be turned into an animal by a creepy ghost of a hunter! My life can't end like this! Where is my happy ending! Don't I even get any recognition at all, even for making a spanking hot war machine and being the Supreme Commander of The Argo Two, I still don't have my stories told and explained to the younger campers!" I ranted.

"It's as if nobody cares about me! Nobody cares about me." I quietly said and slid to the ground, thinking about my terrible life. Hera trained me at a young age, so that I could help defeat Gaea and free Hera, but after Gaea had been put back to sleep, it was as if my life didn't matter anymore. I didn't have a purpose. My life was useless.

Just keep running, that's always been my motto and I had thought that I could finally stop running. But in life, there really are no happy endings. But I know that even though our lives suck, we still have the power to make a change. I was told that as a demigod, all we do is fight and die for the gods, so that we could protect humanity, but that's not the case. We fight because we want a better world. We fight so that we can push back the armies of darkness and do what must be done, for ourselves and our friends. We fight because we have to.

We fight the endless battle, the one that must always be fought, or else the world will fall into darkness. The battle of good and evil. And this battle we cannot win alone, we must be united, The Greeks and Romans alike, because we are stronger together. We are strong enough to push back the growing tide of evil and clear the way for the next generation of demigods, so that they can live in a more peaceful world, one where the monsters had yet to reform.

I can't give up now. Not when I have gotten this far and I have not failed. I won't lie on the ground in a pool of my own blood, as that stupid hunter skins me and drapes my hide on the wall, as a trophy for all to see. No. Never.

I pushed off of the dirty ground, with new resolve and inspected the walls once again and this time, I found that the sink didn't entirely cover an outline of a hole, behind it. Yes! An escape route! I pushed against the sink and it eventually moved, inch by inch.

When it was no longer covering the hole, I stopped pushing it and wiped the sweat from my brow. I looked to the side and all I saw was inky blackness. It was a tunnel leading to nowhere. A door opened behind me and I cursed, before quickly pushed the sink back into place, and diving onto my bed. I put on my best "bored out of my mind" face and sprawled on the bed.

Orion passed in front of my cell and said, "Hey, fire user." He passed me some food and water. "You don't look like much. Scrawny arms and a stupid sense of humor. Grow up. Can't you see nobody cares about you?" He asked, before finishing up with, "If I see you doing anything I don't like, well, let's just say Cyclopes really like spicy food."

After he threatened me and attempted to make me angry, he tried to walk away, but I stated, "Shut Fish Face. You know nothing. You're the one who got blinded for being stupid. Now use that brain of yours and get it through your thick skull, that I will never turn on my friends. Ever." His hand curled into a fist and he looked at me with hatred, before smiling and walking away, looking like he knew something I didn't.

Now, back to the matter at hand. I pushed the sink away again and looked around to make sure it was safe, before I plunged into the frigid blackness, inside the wall.

Frank's POV

I climbed the stairs two at a time, attempting to reach to top, before the crazy bloodthirsty being could blow up Camp Jupiter. I reached the top of the roof and was shocked to see the streets being attacked, by… demigods. They were stealing, killing and looting whatever they could. It was a riot.

And then there was the being looking over the edge with a sadistic smile on his face, as he watched the death and destruction he had imbued with the people of Camp Jupiter. He turned to face me and declared, "The city will crumble. All ready your most trusted citizens have turned on the people and are killing them, as we speak."

"You have failed your people. They will cry out for deliverance from the pain that is being inflicted upon them, but there will be no answer. The gods have forsaken you, just as they have forsaken them. They will cry for help, they will wait for the heroes of this age, but there will be no answer, because they have been silenced."

"The time is short for your people. They will die in agony and despair, while The Mist will dissipate and the mortals will see you as you truly are. Killers. Murderers. Stealers. Villains. Failures. Mistakes. For you have done all of these things, while you attempted to stop the turning of the next age. There is nothing you can do, as the mortals raze Olympus and Camp-Halfblood."

"Your friends have died on their quest to stop us; don't make the same mistake as them. You need to realize that your battle is futile. There is nothing you can do, as monsters destroy your homes and annihilate the sacred places of your kind and reduce them to rubble. There will be no second chance, no life after death. It will all be destroyed, as the gods are cast into Tartarus and Western Civilization will fade from existence."

"You can stop all of this, if you join me, join my mistress. She doesn't want the deaths of millions, she only wants the gods. Save them, by saving yourself. I promise my mistress will be lenient. Now join me or watch Camp Jupiter fall. Is it worth it to hear the screams of the ones you failed? Join me."

He had an outstretched hand towards me. His argument was persuasive, but there was one flaw; he didn't say he wouldn't kill the demigods and their families. I extended my hand forwards and while he was struggling to hold in his excitement, I tackled him off of the building.

I know, I know, stupid idea, but I needed to kill him, and I had a backup plan. I slammed my fist into his head and then I grabbed his arm and tapped into the strength I receive from shape shifting, I snapped his arm. The useless bit of arm flopped around and sprayed droplets of crimson across the air and onto the floor, which was flying towards us. He screamed in pain, as his arm flopped around wildly, like a crazy helicopter.

I grabbed his arm and kicked my legs into his body, making it go one way and his arm went the other. There was a sick crunch and then he went flying one way and his arm and I went the other. I heard him whimpering, as he hopefully fell to his death.

My plan was, wound him, so that he couldn't shape-shift or shadow-travel and then I would shape-shift into a bird and fly away. I transformed into a bird effortlessly, thanks to some ambrosia and nectar. I watched as my foe fell towards the street and upon impact, became splattered across the pavement. Your reign of terror ends, crazy ghost man. After I watched the apparition figure's demise, I angled towards the Senate House, where I would hopefully find Reyna and Hazel. I flew as fast as I could, so that I could put an end to the slaughter that was unfolding below me, as many of Octavian's followers used any object they could find, to brutally murder everyone in their path. It was a scene from a horror film.

I watched as a kid, no older than eight, watched her parents die right in front of her, from the evil specters. She screamed in terror and backed up into a wall, while crying out, "Mom! Dad! No!" One of the evil demigods turned to the kid and lifted a hammer above his head, ready to kill the harmless eight year old. She shrunk into a ball and started to hyperventilate, the whole time tears were leaking from her closed eyelids. That set me off. There is no honor in killing, but whoever kills a child, deserves Tartarus.

I roared in anger and transformed into a fire-breathing dragon. I swooped low and snatched the demigod in my claws and turned my back to the girl, so that she could not see the horror that I was about to ensue upon the man who dared hurt a child.

I stabbed the half-blood through his chest, using a single clawed finger, and then I savagely tore him in half. I threw him to the side, and out of a view of the little girl. I shape-shifted back into my human form, and walked towards the eight year old, where I sunk down to my knees. I extended my and hand spoke in a soothing voice, "That man won't hurt you, I took care of him. Now, let me bring you to a safe place." She screamed and pushed against the wall, as far as she could go. After she didn't feel anything, she looked at me and cautiously took my hand and allowed me to bring her toward a vacant house.

I saw a friendly demigod heading my way and shouted, "Dakota! I need your help." He sprinted over to me, dodging the multiple objects thrown at him. "What's up Praetor?" Dakota inquired. "I need you to take her to the place where the rest of the people are, so that I can help end this." Dokata wordlessly picked up the little girl and brought her to safety, the whole time muttering insurances.

I picked myself off of the blood covered cobblestones and transformed into an eagle. I quickly flew off into the sky, towards the Senate House once more. After several more stops to save lives, I reached my destination and quickly flew to the top of the Senate House, where many demigods were pushing back their enemies, with water cannons, scorpion ballistae, oil and fire. It was terrifying.

I landed on the roof and was quickly met by Hazel and Reyna. Reyna marched up to me and stated, "We need to end this now, before more lives are lost. We have troops at the Forum, but they are hopelessly outnumbered."

"We don't even know what's happening at the Barracks. Brave demigods are sacrificing their lives for the people of New Rome. We have to help them!" She shouted and sprinted for the nearest eagle, until I latched onto her arm and pulled her back. "Remember, our main objective is to save the people in the city." I reminded. "I hate to say this, but the legionaries in the Barracks can fend for themselves, they have the training and we don't have enough people to spare on a rescue mission. Sacrifices must be made."

"Besides, this is only the start. The monster will be here by morning, even though that treacherous scum bag said they wouldn't attack soon. Unless a miracle happens, we won't have the strength to beat the combined forces of the enemy." With that word of encouragement, we walked downstairs to plan our next move against the traitors of Camp Jupiter.

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