Hey everyone! I was reading some Narnia for some inspiration and I realized that Peter always says "By Jove!" As some of you might know, Jove is another word for Jupiter, which is the Roman name for Zeus. Surprise surprise! I apologize for not updating in a while. I was snowed under with tests and homework and then fanfiction had a problem so I couldn't update. Here is the latest chapter!

Annabeth looked confused. "Um, who's the White Witch?"

A cold voice pierced the air. "I am!"

Edmund turned as white as a sheet. "Oh, no." he said, backing away.

Annabeth looked to where Edmund was looking. A tall lady with pale skin was gliding through the trees. She held a wand and wore a glittering ice blue dress. A crown of ice sat on her head. "Edmund, are you sure that's not Khione?"

The White Witch glared at her with fire in her eyes. She raised her wand as if casting a spell but decided not to at the last minute. Anabeth heard Edmund exhale a sigh of relief. "Don't confuse me with that witch! I hate her!"

The White Witch grumbled. "Stealing my country...stealing my glory...turn her to stone..."

"Did Khione do something horrible to you?" questioned Edmund.

"She took my kingdom in Narnia! Why else would I be angry?"

Annabeth and Grover exchanged looks. "Does that mean that the giants' kingdom-" said Grover.

"-is in Narnia." finished Annabeth.

The White Witch huffed. "I don't suppose you need my help."

"Of course we do. We can't do anything with out you, Your Highness." said Edmund, flatteringly.

The White Witch looked pleased. "Finally! Someone who addresses me by my true title. Good thing you chose to follow me this time."

Annabeth heard that and looked questioningly at Edmund. Edmund shot back a don't ask look.

Grover spoke up. "So, how do we get into Narnia?"

"I will send you on your way." Edmund felt a breath of wind and he was floating away. He turned back and saw Aslan shaking his mane.

O.o.O.o

Thalia and Peter stepped out into the sunlight.

"This isn't America." said Thalia.

They were in a black castle that overlooked the most dreary place in the world. Black grass was growing in the fields below and there were pools of lava.

"No we're not," agreed Peter. "We are in Narnia. The Northern lands to be exact."

Thalia glanced over to Peter's face. He looked older, kinglier.

"Where do we go now?" she asked.

"We have to get as far away from here as we can. I suggest Cair Paravel. We should be safe there." said Peter.

Peter grabbed Thalia and jumped off the cliff.

Thalia began to scream like crazy. "Oh Styx! I hate heights!"

Peter laughed and yelled over the wind. "It's OK. You'll be fine."

Thalia braved a look. They were flying through the air. "Oh my Gods." She didn't open her eyes again until her feet touched the ground.

A young man with fair hair was waving to them from the gate of the castle. "King Peter!" he shouted. "King Edmund has just arrived. They are preparing your rescue party right now!"

"Thank you Caspian. How has Narnia been?" said Peter, as Caspian led them to the throne room.

"There has been lots of Giant (Pun not intended) activity in the North lately." reported Caspian.

Edmund was standing with his back to Peter. He was talking to a dwarf. Standing nearby were Annabeth and Grover. Grover looked very nervous to be there.

Peter's eyes lay on the White Witch. "You witch! How dare you return to Narnia!" he cried, drawing his sword.

Edmund turned and stepped between them. "It's OK Peter. She's on our side this time."

Peter sheathed his sword and hugged Edmund. "I'm so sorry, Ed. I made you worry a lot, didn't I. By Jove, if it wasn't for Thalia, I wouldn't even make it out of there."

Annabeth approached Thalia. "Thalia, what happened? Where's Percy?"

Thalia looked sad. "Percy was taken halfway through battle with Khione. We really don't know where he is. But, Nico..." Thalia's voice faltered.

Annabeth let Thalia lean on her shoulder. Thalia burst into tears. "Nico sacrificed himself for us. Khione took him and I know he's probably hurt by now. It's all my fault! I should have blasted that barrier then I could've helped them. Nico..." sobbed Thalia.

Annabeth hugged her friend. "I know. I felt that way when Percy disappeared."

Grover sat in a corner looking dejected. "Bla-ha-ha-ha! Percy, where are you!"

O.o.O.o

Porphyrion sat on his throne. A storm spirit floated to him and whispered in his ear. Porphyrion cursed and called a dracaena to him. "I have been too slow. Resort to Operation Lethe." she nodded and slinked away.

Porphyrion glared a the sky. He lost two captives. And they had to be that cursed sky god's kids. Mother wasn't going to be too happy. At least he had Corpse Breath and old Barnacle Beard's children.

In a dungeon below, Percy Jackson slumped unconscious on the ground. Two dracenae and a Cyclops entered. The dracenae were holding a bowl full of milky white water. They smiled evilly and stepped toward Percy.

Hahahaha! How did you find the chapter? Too dramatic? More info on Nico will be revealed in the next chapter. Go Thalico and Percabeth!

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