Let's skip all the apologies! I know you guys want to actually read the PLOT of the story, or did anyway. But here is the first step of the plot.

I'll try to get back to writing, seeing as Finals are coming up and I want to procrastinate and accomplish something at the same time.

Enjoy

Escape With Haste!

In the dark of night, Percy rose, his heavy eyes dazed, but he needed to wake now. Luke had finally fallen asleep, and if there was any time it was now. So he picked himself up, shaking away the sleep and tapped silently to his drawer and pulled out a set of casual clothes that was already stored before he arrived.

Percy slipped into the long sleeved cotton shirt, buttoned up and pulled a brown vest over and a pair of black pants and boots that were found in the closet. No one would be able to tell who he was as long as he kept his distance, but no way was he taking his chance along the roads.

The door creaked open, creaking and crack, louder than it would if he had just swung it open. Slowly and lightly, he navigated the halls, remembering the very simply rout from his room to the exit, however he ended elsewhere, before the room with the white door. His father's.

No, it was false that gods never slept, they were very much human, or at least they are now. In distant lore the gods lived high above the clouds in paradise but when they descended onto earth, they took up many of the attributes of humans to further deepen the bonds and loyalties. Of course not all, but many of the gods did so, including Poseidon.

Percy slipped his key into Poseidon's lock and opened the white door; the room was painted with blue and white, pillows and couches. In the back of the room was a grand bed with a sleeping figure lumping under the cover. He tiptoed to the nightstand next to the bed within was clusters of gems and jewels, most of which are only for Percy, however heavily restricted. He fumbled in the nightstand, froze momentarily when Poseidon shifted to the side, then came across one gem, a dull light blue. Lost its shine and cracked, the silver framing rusted and old.

It was his first one, the first Vessel he ever used, why was it here, useless now? Had father kept it this whole time?

Nonetheless, he grabbed for another one, a yellow one shining dimly. If I was stronger I don't have to do this. Percy thought with dismal. He plucked the gem from the drawer and closed it back up.

Before he exited the room another shine attracted his eyes, a shaft that hung in the wall next to the door. A sword, the same one Percy had carried at the banquet. The Artorius family emblem with an ornate white handle and bright silver blade, beautiful carvings that lay under the white sheath. Percy took up the sword, not sure why, but the thought of venturing into the wild without a weapon frightened him and there was no way he'd approach a Knights storage room for another weapon. I'll return it, he promised then slipped out the room again.

With nimble feet, Percy disappeared out the exit making as much distance as he could from the inn.

The golden gates opened like before, expect the lobby was dark and empty, no one in sight, not even the attendant at the counter, then how was the door opened? Does the Knights HQ even have off hours?

Doesn't matter. Percy round behind the counter and opened the large book that had been in the exact position as before. A seal, maybe?

However wrong, it was a great advantage to Percy; the book wasn't locked in any way, leaving all of its precious content completely revealed. He flipped through the pages to the front and picked up the quill, writing in the open first page "Annabeth" black ink soaked the page, forming into words. There wasn't many entries, mostly because Annabeth wasn't a common name in Valhalla or Avalon, so Percy only had to read four or so passages before coming to the part reading: "Annabeth, claimed to be the name of the culprit, sentenced for kidnapping and attempted assassination..."

He read the page number next to the entry and flipped to page 974, in the wall of text he easily founded Annabeth's name and the room number.

"Underground..." Percy thought aloud. "Serious stuff here." He noticed a small card, a identification card. "That can't be." He picked it up and read with wide-eyed shock. "Level 3." Written on the lower left corner. Without a second thought Percy ran into the elevator and hit "-13" slipping in his golden card and the elevator began to descend.

Luke bolted from his bed as he realized that he had dozed off, his ears pressed against the wall, in the next room would be where Percy stayed, nothing, he must be asleep. Completely quiet, too quiet.

A sudden fear struck Luke and he jumped out of bed, slipping into the hall with much more ease, he noticed with even greater fear that the young Lord's door was open. Before he even looked he knew the room was empty. Quickly changing into a more operable outfit Luke strapped on his sword and opened the window to view the clusters of trees.

"We should play hide and seek again, like the old days."

Luke tisked as he jumped out, landing on a thick tree branch. "I should have known." He dashed through the trees, zooming through the forest to where he had roughly remembered the Knights HQ was. That idiot. The earlier days returned to him as he remembered lifting ever curtain and tablecloth for the young Master, checking every room and every tree. But when Percy was founded he would run off a giddy child. He'd chase him for hours around the house, but the older Percy became the further he'd go, running into the cities.

What was it that Percy was trying to tell Luke? That he was running away? Was he bidding Luke farewell? Or did Percy want Luke to follow him?

Whatever it was Luke knew one thing, and that was that he would follow Percy, even if that was against Percy's wish. It didn't matter to Luke what the real reason Percy said what he said, but Luke knew he would follow Percy and that was enough. For now.

The shortcuts Luke used took him to the back of the Knights HQ, out of the forest branches like fingers. Luke sprung out scanning the open courtyard for movement only granted by a carriage riding away from the circular building, crawling in the moon's light.

Luke made for the carriage when it came to a sudden halt; it shook briefly before going completely still.

What happened? Was there danger? Thoughts tumbled through his head, Luke raced to the carriage. His nose caught the scent before his eyes saw the lumps. Laying before Him was a field of bulges that stunk of sick and rust, countless of them, some wearing white robes, others metal plates.

Knights! Luke realized, barely a meter in front of him was the familiar face of the attendant who had helped them earlier that morning.

"What the hell." Luke breathed, his hand snapped to his blade, his head turned to the metal building, a figure, nothing but a shadow stood on the ledge of the revolving door. The figure tossed another limp shadow to the ground, landing with a sick thud, masking a muffled snap.

Percy's in danger! If not, dead. Luke shook his head; there was no way the young Lord would die, not without waking up half the city.

Luke dashed forward, jumping into the air as the invader launched off, meeting with a spark as two blades collided. The blade was unyielding, like swing at a wall. Luke rebound and landed on the ground, before he could even reevaluate, the invader slammed his heel onto Luke's shoulder, using him as a stepping stool, and sprang into the night.

A brief glance told Luke that he would never catch that stranger, so instead he made for the building, full speed.

13 layers underground. 13 layers from civilization and humanity. No one knows what lied 45 meters under the earth, and no one knew what occurred. Separated from existence is where Annabeth is kept. Apart from existence is where Percy headed, through the dark hallways, like a labyrinth, reading the codes on the door, scanning through hundreds upon hundreds of numbers until he made it to the end of the hallway, his chest beating with excitement and fear.

There Percy inserted the identification card, the locks moaned loose, Percy eased the door open, seeing the frail thing on the floor before his very eyes. He regretted nothing, the very moment he saw her, curled up, frightened, tears dripping on the concrete floor, all doubts washed away.

I am doing the right thing.

Annabeth, further spooked by the door's movements, shot up, seeing the face that she recognized from earlier.

"Y-You." She whispered. "W-W-What are you going to do?"

"Freeing you." Percy said as he stepped up, pulling out the yellow gemstone, holding it stretched out in front of him. "I'm doing the right thing." His eyes closed. I apologize, father. Then snapped open. The Vessel glowed like the sun, almost blinding. "O' glorious Valkyrie, grant thy courage of gods, forgotten mistress."

The cracks extended the surface of the glass gemstone; light broke out from the chinks.

"Trident!" From within the light, a spear formed, molding the light into solid shape. Grasping the three-point spear, Percy sighed; Poseidon would be waking up soon, so he had to be quick. Summoning such a powerful instrument was practically setting off a siren stretching across all of Valhalla.

"Percy!" A voice echoed in the hallways followed by quick steps. This can't be. Percy thought he had more time, just a little more.

"Hurry!" Percy lifted the heavy spear and slammed the butt on the chain; a golden flash spliced the interlocking chains, breaking off piece from piece, reaching the cuffs, which shattered like glass. "Take my hand." He reached out and took the timid girl. "Hold into me."

Percy, one hand locked with Annabeth's, turned to the door and raised the trident once more.

The door burst open as Luke came a halt, panting, arms sagging, his eye's widened as his horror were proven right.

"Percy, you can't use that." Luke warned. "You won't be able to control its powers!"

Too late, it seems as Percy slams the trident on the rock floor, sending waves of light through the small room, like rays of the sun through stormy skies. The essence wrapped around the room like a cocoon, a pentagram speed under them and everything disappeared into white ash.

Please tell me what you think, I'll try and publish another chapter by next week! But first I have to finish another chapter of Time Reaper, then Killing God. This kinda takes a backseat, but that's because this is easy to write compare to the more serious stories I'm currently writing.

Thanks very much for all the supports and reads!