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You see a mop of black hair in front of you. You're wondering who this is. He turns around so quick, that you jump back in surprise. You know him. It is the hero of Olympus, the love of Khione, the Assassin of the Dark, the Commander of the Dark Army, the son of Poseidon, Omega, Perseus Jackson. He smiles sadistically.

"Well well, about time." Before you could react, he pushes you roughly, and you stumble back. You look up, but he is gone. You stand up. But when you looked in front of you, you could see him in the middle of the titans, minor gods, Olympian gods, primordial gods, Greeks, Romans, Warriors, and Soldiers. You get confused because they weren't at each others' throats.

Athena smiles, like she knew something you don't, which is probably true. "Confused why you're here?"

You nod.

She opens her mouth to speak, when it is clamped shut suddenly. You look around, and see Perseus holding his hand up in a fist, glaring at the goddess of wisdom.

"In no way are you going to take the spotlight," he says selfishly, "This is my story. Do you understand, stupid? Or I'll boil your blood 'till you fade." The goddess nods frantically, while a number of the others glares at him. They are restraining themselves.

He puts down his hand and turns to you. You flinch in fear, making him smirk. "Don't worry, kitty. I won't hurt you," he soothes mockingly. "Anyway, you're probably wondering why we're talking to you instead of having you watch us."

You nod again.

"Well basically.." he looks around then points upwards. "The lazy wanker up there couldn't get off her butt to work. Personally I'd be with her. Why?" he adds when you open your mouth to speak. You nod, again. "Try to imagine something that you enjoy doing which also benefits people, even ones you don't know. She does that. But," he drifts his finger toward you. "You, the likes of you, don't appreciate it. Then what happens? What do you do, if you were her?"

Swallowing, you speak for the first time. "I.." you falter. "I don't know. Maybe.. if the people don't appreciate it, then I'll probably stop."

He smiles at you. "Exactly. It's like," he pauses to think, and turns to glance at his enemies, then turns back to you. "It's like saving Olympus. When they don't appreciate it, I stop. But I did worse." The wicked grin he gave you sent shivers down your spine.

You blink, comprehending. "So you mean.."

"That you'll never get to watch us anymore? Not really," he shakes his head frowning. "It is a shame. You'll never get to watch the darkside win the war, and rule the world. Right guys?"

The darkside roars in agreement. The people opposing them sent glares at them, while the heroine, the peacekeeper, the daughter of Athena, Annabeth Chase, steps forward. "No. We'll win this war; the good always wins. It's for peace! Right?!" The good side roars back.

All the noise abruptly stops when Perseus raises his hand. He turns back to you, glaring. You step back involuntarily. "You," he spats the word as though it was acid. "If you don't want this war to go behind the scenes, go. Let them know."

"W..what?"

He rolls his eyes. "The creator is thinking of abandoning us. If you don't want this world to go into chaos- constantly at war, very unbalanced, and unsupervised- don't leave this world alone and vulnerable." He looks like he hates the situation not more than he hates the Olympian gods. "Soon, we'd get attacked by alien dump, or so Lady Nyx tells me, and the creator does nothing to save us. If you don't want that to happen, you know what to do."

You are unsure if this would work, but you choose to do it on your own accord.

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