Thanks all for the reviews and for reading you are all AWESOME hopefully I have answered a few questions in this chapter and topyeah19 I borrowed your idea it fit brilliantly with the story and it was brilliant.

Sorry about this chapter it is small and well more of a filler chapter

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Apollo led Aphrodite into the throne room where she was met with looks of anger and annoyance.

"How did he escape?" Hera asked rising from her throne with a look of contempt.

Aphrodite mumbled in response playing with her feet. Apollo left her with a smile and sat down on his throne, but he couldn't help feel a little jealous and dare he say it sorry for the goddess.

"What did you say?" Zeus asked giving the goddess in question a warning look.

Aphrodite sighed and looked up at the king of the gods. "He is a really good kisser." Almost immediately the entire throne room groaned and their looks of anger transformed into a look of annoyance.

But it was Artemis who looked like she was going to kill.

And she wanted to.

Ares groaned and slammed his fist on the arm of his throne. "We should have changed him while he was out." His glasses were starting to feel the heat.

Apollo groaned and shook his head. "That could have killed him, he has to be awake" Apollo saw a strange grin on his face. "And by awake I don't think being drunk counts."

Dionysus grinned. "Yes you don't think it could work, meaning we could try it."

"Don't be ridiculous." Athena spoke looking up from her lap. "You could kill the boy and none of us want that." Dionysus groaned and sat back down.

"Father." Hermes looked up towards Zeus. "Shouldn't we call Poseidon?"

Everyone looked around curiously at the king of the gods who frowned. "No. I don't want him called. I don't want him here when we catch him. He may help him escape again."

Hermes looked down sheepishly and played with his fingers.

"Why would he help him escape he wants him to be a god just as much as the rest of us?" Demeter asked.

"Because he doesn't want to force him into something he doesn't want to do." Artemis said with a far off look in her eyes.

"Aphrodite." Athena asked and the goddess who looked up at her. "What did he tell you about Gaea?"

Everyone's attention was once again on the goddess but their looks changed into ones of curiosity.

"He told me why she wanted him and her plans for him. It is worse than we thought. She wants to marry him." Everyone in the room gasped and the tension level rose. Artemis looked like she was ready to kill. "Then she can use him to gain power and rule the world."

The room went quiet and no one dared utter a word. They all sat silent processing what they had just learnt.

"We will still search for him." Hera stated holding Zeus's hand. It was one of their rare moments of affection. Zeus looked up at his wife and nodded.

"We will send out everyone. We will have a full team working on this, Athena." The goddess looked up towards her father. "You and your subjects will lead the research team. Artemis." The goddess removed her gaze from the cold floor and looked up into her father's eyes. "You will lead the hunt for him. We need to find him before Gaea does he is our only hope."

Percy was running again, his muscles burning as he ran down the street, he had escaped Olympus a few minutes ago and was now in the open streets of Manhattan, with burning muscles and lungs that where short of breath.

He pushed past angry mortals who by the looks of things and well the time were on their way to work. They huffed and puffed as Percy pushed past them.

But he didn't care for them at the moment. It was one of those moments he didn't care about the mortals it felt strange and yet it felt calm and well refreshing, like being dipped in the ocean.

And yet while feeling calm he knew that what was happening in Olympus was probably the worst thing he could imagine.

But it was worth it.

Because he was free without a care in the world. Well figuratively speaking.

But his chest hurt thinking about what his father would be going through because he was protecting him, his son.

As he ran he thought of one place. His home.

The place where he learnt to fight, the place where he earned some of his greatest achievements the place he could no longer return to. But that place had too many memories and he couldn't re live those.

No matter how hard he wanted to or tried to.

"Please stop." Percy stopped dead in his tracks listening to the sound.

"Please someone help me!" Percy walked towards the sound; it was coming from an alley not far from him. Stepping forward slowly he entered the dark ally and his nostrils were attacked by the smell of sewerage, rubbish and vomit.

He pulled out riptide just in case and walked towards the sound of shuffling feet but he kept it in its pen form.

"Please leave me alone." It was a girl he knew that much but what she was doing he had no idea.

"Give me the bag and I will let you go." That voice was more gruff and Percy was certain it was a mortal putting riptide back in his pocket Percy advanced, ignoring his exhausted muscles.

He rounded a corner and saw the two. The man was easily twice the height of the girl and a little taller than Percy. He screamed Homeless man, but there was something about the way he spoke that made him sound like he was from the upper class. It was strange.

"Please let me go." The girl cried.

Without a second glance he ran into the fray landing a punch to the guys jaw. The man fell back slightly and glared at Percy with dark eyes.

"Watch it boy." The man pulled out a silver knife that caught in the light.

"Bring it grandpa." Percy grunted standing in a fighting stance.

The man grinned and charged at Percy. Percy couldn't help but notice how he favoured his left leg and he wondered if he had an injury in his right leg. With a quick kick to the right leg the man collapsed onto the floor. Percy took his chance and kicked the knife away.

"Leave." Percy growled at the man who was taking a while to stand. "And don't think about hurting anyone again." The man looked into Percy's eyes and stepped back before turning around and hobbling out of the alley.

Percy turned towards the girl and looked at her for the first time. She had brown eyes that reminded Percy of chocolate and hair that looked like Artemis' auburn hair. She was small and dainty and looked maybe 16.

Percy could tell she was a demigod, he just wasn't sure of the parentage of her.

So he stared with the basics, he didn't know if she knew or not and the streets are not a safe place for a demigod. Well his case was different, he fought countless amounts of monsters and defeated a few Titans so he figured he was safe from that.

"What is your name?" The girl looked up at him, her eyes were large and she looked like she may break down in tears.

"K-Kimberly." She muttered. Percy felt sorry for her and wanted to get her a hot meal. Percy stood still and looked down apologetically at her.

"Kimberly, do you know who your parents are?" Kimberly shook her head and looked down at her feet brushing her arm.

"Yeah well no, I never met my mother and my father died when I was little." Percy frowned and kneeled down, he knew he should be running they would be looking for him but he needed to help this girl.

"Where do you live?" Percy asked.

The girl looked around the alley and checked if anyone was there. "At this camp." Percy's eyebrows shot up.

"Camp Half-Blood?" He asked watching her carefully. She looked up at him equally surprised.

"Y-Yes. How do you know?"

"That's not important, you need to get back there it is safest for you." Percy was confused and frustrated the gods were supposed to claim their children when they were thirteen.

"I don't want to go back." The girl huffed.

"You have too." Percy begged.

"No let me come with you." The girl asked she had a look that made Percy feel bad.

"You don't even know who I am." Percy chuckled. "I could be siding with monsters and killing any and all demigods I find."

The girl looked up confused. "Yeah but you aren't."

"How do you know?"

"Because." she stated. "You saved me from that man."

Percy frowned. He really was a seaweed brain. "Fine." She looked up at him with a smile. "But if anything happens, you go back to Camp."

She looked down at the floor with a huff. "Fine."

Gaea smiled and looked down at the man from her throne. He was tall and had a large bruise on his jaw line and under his shoulders were crutches.

"It is done Milady." The man spoke in his gruff voice.

"Good let's hope it works." Gaea said as she looked over towards Khione who was staring out ahead, past the man.

"Trust me Milady, it will work." She looked up at her mentor and smiled. "He won't know what hit him."

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