I hope everyone is enjoying summer. Here's a new chapter, and I'm sorry for the long wait.

WARNING: Not proof read. You have been warned. Now it's late so… good night guys! (Or morning, if that's your case.)

Camp Half-Blood was a mess. Lifeless bodies strewn here and there, incapacitated, injured, and marred demigods were either laying around, trying to regain their energy, or being brought into makeshift infirmaries. In the middle of the tenth wave of the day, all the monsters had stopped, as if they were battery-operated toys that were drained of life. They took this opportunity to dispatch them into the ditches of hell, aka Tartarus. They threw their helmets up into the air and cheered for their victory, reuniting with friends and family, bowing to and thanking the godly twins. The demigods shared flasks of water and nectar, all the camp was covered in a blanket of murmurs as its residents mourned over their fallen soldiers, and collected the dead bodies to later burn in tribute. The Apollo cabin healed the injuries, and handed out ambrosia and nectar to those who needed it. The satyrs played music and helped taking inventory of the fallen soldiers.

A sharp cry pierced the atmosphere and half the camp with no experience unsheathed their swords, but the older campers chuckled and looked up to the sky, watching the clouds give way for the birth of a new child. The Immortals smiled for the birth of a new legend, and gathered to greet the new ball of life, a bit of the essence of their beloved Percy within this new being. Clarisse La Rue having had a special type of bond to Perseus Jackson, kept the other Immortals from swarming into the infirmary, feeling a protectiveness towards Jackson's family. The Immortals collected themselves. Eleven of the twelve legendary Immortals had gathered to meet the new baby. The twelfth, already inside, helping with the delivery of the child.

"What's her name?" Hazel asked, cooing at the sight of the beautiful baby.

Thalia smiled as she handed Artemis the small baby in a bundle of blankets. "Carter, I believe."

"Why Carter?"

"We've been expecting her, I guess you can say."

Artemis remembered her first few months with Percy, when she had awoken him and he mumbled about dreaming of giving a bunny shaped thing to his child Carter. The name only seemed fitting in his memory.

"Welcome to the world, Carter," Annabeth smiled.

. . .

"He's not gone, Perseus."

Percy sighed. After sleeping in for another day, he found himself dragging himself around a familiar looking palace, and found his way into the kitchen. He nearly lost his mind when he found Chaos there, plating blue pancakes and serving him OJ. He sat quietly, shocked, as Chaos explained how he was able to defeat Tartarus and claim the throne of his prison. He dropped his fork and nearly threw up at her last sentence.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Tartarus' body has forever faded, that I assure you, but his spirit and conscience lives on. With you. You are his new bearer. With enough practice, you can learn to keep him at bay, but he will whisper little nothings into your ear, and attempt to slowly drive you mad. This was part of his plan. He wanted to take over you body for the power you poses, but this position right now is just a slight set-back. We must be careful."

"We?" Percy croaked.

She nodded. "Because he has the power to control you, he could use your hold over anyone you have, your children and Artemis for example, and persuade them into doing his bidding."

"My family is not weak!" Percy shouted, ignoring the bombs going off in his skull, and banging his hands on the table. Chaos barely flinched.

"We still must take precautions. You must take precautions. From now on he knows what you know. He knows what you don't, and knows what you'll soon come to know. That is how we must think. Do you understand?"

Percy felt himself submitting into his savior's orders, and looked down at his folded hands in his lap. He nodded his head, for once not trying to question anyone's motive, and felt a tear slide down his cheek. Chaos moved to stand beside him, and cradled his head into her abdomen as he fisted her blouse, silently crying at his position. When he settled down, he nodded, and unlocked the wheels to his wheelchair, silently begging for Chaos to steer him in the right direction. Chaos sighed, knowing how much her lover hated being so useless, and nodded, pushing him into their shared bedroom, helping him onto the bed and sitting on the chair adjacent to him. She held his hand as he fell asleep, and eventually, played doctor again as she checked on the progress of his—now regenerating—missing bit of spine.

When a mug is broken, it is quite easy to glue the pieces back together if you are able to find them all, though it would not be as sturdy as it used to. When a mug is broken and there is a missing piece, that's when you know, things will never be same again—at least, the mug won't.

The mug becomes useless, and eventually, gets thrown away and forgotten of.

. . .

So there we go, a small little filler chapter to help the story flow. Hope you guys are enjoying the small bit of time we call—Summer.