Third Person:

Artemis sat there and just, caught her breath as Percy decided to look around the area and look for some good game (something to hunt) Thalia decided to stay with Artemis in case something decided to come attack her, much to the offense of Artemis. She sat grumpily, her arms crossed in front of her chest, and her legs crossed, "What's up with you? Weren't you all dandy not too long ago?" Thalia stopped sharpening a piece of wood for a second to look at her mistress, whom shook her head, "What're you trying to say?" Artemis asked threateningly. Thalia, who got scared, shrugged and went back to her sharpening.

About half an hour later, they reached camp- Percy with a few rabbits tied to his waist, and a large deer over his shoulders.

They're eating good tonight.

Together with Percy's cooking and the portion sizes, they were eating good.

A few hunters helped Percy cook some rabbit stew, and make nice crispy strips of deer, seasoning with some flowers and ingredients. Although it was hard to get the meal done- Artemis kept on walking in to check on the food, claiming she was hungry- they had the table, fire, and food ready by dinner. Percy, wanting to cheer up the hunt a little, even summoned a table next to the fire for later, hoping they'll be able to tell stories while eating nice s'mores.

Artemis sat next to Percy, with pleading eyes she said two words, "Pineapples, please." Percy looked over from his gaze at the marshmallow on his stick and stared at Artemis, "Huh?" she rolled her eyes, "Can you please get me some fresh pineapple?" she asked again. Percy handed his stick to the hunter next to him, who stuffed the marshmallow between two pieces of chocolate and graham crackers, "They're out of season. Where do you think, I can find some now?" Percy asked. He seemed a little irritated with Artemis's change in diet. Artemis shrugged her shoulders, so Percy- deciding it was best to have a happy wife than a sad or angry wife- got up, teleported himself halfway across the country to New York City, threatened to pulverize the poor, but stubborn, security guard, marched his way to the throne room, and…

…fell to his knees in desperation in front of Demeter, desperate to get Artemis's pleading voice out of his head. "Aunt Demeter. Great, great Aunt Demeter, may I please get a basket full of fresh pine-" Demeter chuckled, having heard his plea before; she may be the only one to catch on. "Here you go nephew. Some freshly picked and cut pineapples for your queen. The best of the best. Tell her I send my best wishes." Demeter smiled as a basket of said fruit was materialized in Percy's hand.

He raised a curious eyebrow, but said nothing.

Percy rises from his kneel, sighed through his nose, and teleported himself back to the Huntresses' camp. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" Artemis cupped his face with both hands and kissed him all over, before grabbing the basket of juicy fruit and taking a bite out of a piece. Thalia and Phoebe just observed and talked to each other. Amy handed poor Percy her s'more, whom gladly took it and stuffed it into his mouth.

He groaned as his side began to burn.

He tried his best to hide his pain, and quickly ran away to the nearest river.

There, he removed all his clothing, save his black pants, and ran into the river, hoping that the contact would relieve the pain from his burning side. He willed his body and clothes to get wet,

But that didn't work either.

Panicking, he tried to cover the golden glow coming, and started to kick at nothing. Not even half a second later, he pulled his hands away from his side, a small scream escaping past the barrier of his lips.

"Hahahahahahaha, I told you, didn't I? Once a prisoner of time; always a prisoner of time. You may have escaped Tartarus, but Tartarus hasn't escaped you. Rise! Let the power take control, and rise! Let your inner demon loose. Rise, son of Tartarus!" A raspy, yet familiar, voice rang through Percy's ears.

Soon, Percy's neck snapped upward, his eyes glowing bright red. He grew larger, and larger, cultural tattoos spread from his back, to his chest, and swirled around his red, glowing eyes. He let loose a large, pained, roar.

With the Hunters:

ROAR! The Hunters and Artemis stood, bows ready. Thalia scanned her surroundings, "Guys, where's Percy?" she asked/yelled. She shook her head, "Okay, Phoebe, Brianna, you guys are with me. Artemis, Amy and Kaitlyn, you guys head East. Dianna, Katherine and Whitney, go North. Aly, Elizabeth and Katarina, go West. Jane and Sarah, you guys protect the campsite. Two wolves; Northeast. Two wolves, Northwest. Two wolves head Southwest, and finally two wolves go Southeast. Everyone takes their wolf with them, understood?" Thalia began to take order as Lieutenant, her sisters nodded their heads, "Good. We meet back here in one hour, if you find game, Do. Not. Engage. Send one of your wolves to spread word, and we'll regroup back to your location. No one, travels more than 5 klicks, understand? Gear up, and move out!" Thalia finished strapping her throwing and hunting knives to her belt, and restocked her quiver with arrows, before sending everyone to take their, and release the, wolves.

Everyone moved to their respected areas alongside their wolves.

Thalia, Phoebe and Brianna decided it was time to take a small break, so naturally; they stopped at the first sight of water. Their source: a river.

Thalia looked up from bathing her warm face with the cool water, and saw the silhouette of a human laying on the ground of the other side of the river. "What the…" she whispered to herself, squinting her eyes to get a better look. She took hold of her bow, which was on the ground at the time, and started to cross the river, whistling to signal her wolf and fellow hunters to follow behind. Together, three wolves and three huntresses crossed the river silently.

The wolves reached the body first, and they seemed to recognize the person because they started whimpering and howling for the others to hear; a sign that one of their own was fatally wounded.

Thalia ran, ignoring the dragging marks coming from the river, to the person in question. They reached a man with only ripped, black, shorts on, and many scars on his back, neck, and legs. At least, that's all they could see at the moment. Thalia reached out to turn the man over, but retracted her hand when the man mumbled, "Not…helping…you…" Thalia looked at Phoebe, who handed her a stick. She used that, instead of her hand, to flip the man over. She stood, gasped, and dropped the stick as she recognized the bloody arms, chest, back, legs, and face…

Of Perseus Jackson.

"You get his left, I'll get his right. Asími! Tell the rest of what we've found. Brianna, you stay ahead a little to warn us of anything. One, two, three, lift!" Thalia and Phoebe both hauled Percy up, wrapping an arm over their shoulders. The movement caused a groan to fall past Percy's lips. Together, they stumbled back to their campsite.

Artemis's POV:

"Milady, our lieutenant has found your mate. She claims that they are carrying him back as we speak. Asími says he looks wounded." My wolf informed me. "Thanks, Fengári, spread word." I rubbed my wolf's forehead. She nodded her head and howled, her white fur flowing with the wind.

Percy, what have you gotten yourself into this time?

I watched as Thalia and Phoebe stumbled into our camp, their uniforms drenched in blood. In between the two, was my sleeping husband of almost two years, caked in blood. I ran forward as they almost dropped him, "What happened?" I asked, Thalia shook her head and set Percy down on an infirmary bed, "I-I. I don't know. We stopped near a river, and found him on the other side, mumbling incoherent words. We only understood three out of the hundred. Something…something about not helping someone. I don't know. But we searched his body for wounds, and found none. But this blood is definitely his." Four Hunters carried him to the infirmary tent, and started spoon feeding him ambrosia. Some placed wet towels on him, others washed the blood off with cloths. What happened to him?

Ten hours later: Third Person:

Percy's eyes snapped open as he inhaled sharply, and sat up straight. His eyes, back to their normal sea green. He looked around to take in his surroundings, before seeming to realize that he was shirtless; meaning that his right side was out in the open. He quickly reached around, his arms flipping a bunch of metal trays, and found his cloak, which he put on and buttoned up. The sound of metal clattering woke Artemis up from her light slumber, causing her to want to investigate what was going on. Percy tried to get off the bed, wincing at the sound of his poor stiff back and neck cracking as he moved around.

Artemis got off her bed, put on her Hunter's garb, grabbed her bow, notched an arrow, and started to walk out of her tent.

Percy walked around, touching a few things here and there, trying to remember how he got to wherever it is he's in. All he could remember was eating a s'more, and feeling a numbing pain on his right side. Maybe he's in the Hunt's infirmary? Yeah, probably. That would explain the herbs and bloody cloths. He tried remembering, he tried and tried, and what he got in response, was very painful. He held his head in pain, his face turning red, and fell to his knees. Images zoomed through his mind, memories of what happened the night before, flashing before his eyes. He saw many things; scratching at his own skin with dark, black nails, his red glowing eyes scaring away any animals that dare come his way, tattoos, burning themselves into his skin. Only one word was running through his mind: kill. Percy saw a sketchy vision of himself dragging himself out of the river, but knocked out before he could pull his feet out of the water. The pain would have continued, if not for the hand that touched his shoulder and the silky-smooth voice that rang like church bells into his ears, "Percy?" the pain stopped, and he retracted his hands from the sides of his head, slowly, as the images left his mind. Panting, he turned around to find his wife, staring at him.

He stood up and hugged her, a hug that would make Tyson jealous. "What happened?" they both asked at the same time. Oh, boy, Percy thought, they both have some serious explaining to do.

Hope you guys thought the beginning was funny! I want to know if you guys think I should work on my humor/ add more humor, reviews are very helpful! =)