No, really. I am. In the span of 24 hours, an all new chapter will be up, and the story will actually be completed in two days, if all goes according to plan.

I do NOT like waking up in a white room, chained up with an odd metal, and no water near me. There wasn't even water vapor in the air!

Not. One. Bit.

This isn't even mentioning the giant ass creepy fucking eye in the roof, or the man draped in black standing at the opposite side of the room from me.

"This seems a bit bright for a torture room, don't you think," I said. I had to hold back a grimace. My throat was impossibly dry, and my voice sounded like shit.

"Ah, but that's the thing, isn't it? It's NOT a torture room. Welcome, Perseus Jackson, to my home," the man said, stepping towards me.

"Well then. That's that. I'm assuming you're not my friend, and I'm about to get a monologue?"

The man laughed, and removed his hood. He had white eyes and pure silver hair, but he had the face of a young man. His skin was tan, and he gave off the vibe of wisdom and intelligence. His eyes were shining with knowledge.

"I am Nous, son of Athena and Prometheus, God of the Mind and Intelligence, and husband of Chione. Who, by the way, is curious about you. Not even Eumolpus could wield ice, and he was the son of the sea and snow. I, too, am curious. What makes you so special? Why did you get a gene most dormant?" I felt a pressure on my mind, and a headache flared up all of a sudden. Nous smirked at me, and laughed.

"Oh my... That is a first... Well, you were the one lost in the desert, Perseus. Your role in the quest is done. Rest now. When you wake, the war will be over." I struggled, but my eyes were forced closed under a spell.

Zoë looked at the bronze blade that rested in her hands, scowling.

"What do we do, Lieutenant," Bianca asked her.

"We press on. We must reach the West before daybreak. We're almost there."

As the trio of Huntresses set out, Annabeth looked at the Talos prototype and frowned.

Something was up, and she didn't like being out of the loop.

Percy felt his eye begin to droop, and his body get slack.

Then a chill went down his spine, as a voice boomed in his head.

'You seem to be in another spot here, Sawblade. Step aside. The professional will handle this.'

As soon as the voice went silent, Percy felt like he was falling. His eyes shut, and his mind went blank.

But his mouth opened, and a cold air came out in the form of vapor as he exhaled.

"And now... I get to play," came the deep voice of the voice of another from Percy's head.

The odd white chains the tied him to the wall glowed an icy blue color, and shattered.

His eyelids opened, but whatever was behind them was NOT Percy's eyes.

Two bright, icy blue orbs stared out into the wall, and cold steam came from Percy's mouth.

"I... I am AWAKE!" As the words left his mouth, the room froze over.

The once pure white room was now covered in ice, and the now free Percy was cloaked in an armor made of ice.

Beneath the sky, Artemis felt a welcome chill come over the hot mountain.

But Atlas, who was leering at her, started to shiver violently.

"PROMETHEUS! Stop with the chill," he bellowed. His eyes averted from his captive to his fellow Titan, who was shivering violently as well.

But as the scrawny man began to say it wasn't him, he frowned. His eyes faded out of focus, and snapped back into focus in no time.

"This... Atlas, if that being is coming here... You had best free the goddess and crawl under the sky now. I do not know who that is, but they are stronger than either of us combined. About as strong as the Sleeping Mother, I'd say."

Monsters rushed the ice coated man, but nothing effected him.

The Minotaur charged him, but as soon as the horns touched the ice of his chestplate, the monster suddenly froze, and shattered into a million pieces.

A string of icicles formed, and began to spin around him as he walked. A Hydra spat fire at him, but it was stopped as Percy walked through the monster, freezing the fire and sending the monster to Tartaros.

"I am Chryos! Who will come forth and fight," he bellowed. A sword of dry ice formed in his hand.

But all the monsters were gone.

Nous stepped out, Chione at his side.

"I shall. I am Nous, and today I will add Slayer of Chryos and Perseus Jackson to my titles," he said. A solid wave of energy blasted the ice man, and his ice dented.

"Good. Mayhaps I will find a challenge in you!" Dry ice began to pelt the couple as the dodged.

Chione threw snowballs with rocks, and created a blizzard around Chryos as Nous slashed at him with blades of energy. Chryos slashed at Nous, but missed as the nimble man ducked under the blade, and stabbed him in the leg.

Nous leapt back, but a spike of ice flew at him, and went through his shoulder. The god roared in pain.

Chunks of ice and pools of ichor flew about as the trio battled.

Nous would dodge, strike, and retreat, but Chryos was quick to catch on to his plan, and adapted to it.

Nous ducked under the ice lord's next strike, and slashed at his calves, only to be thrown away by a block of super cold ice.

Finally, as he realized he was about to lose the battle, Nous feinted a left strike, but drove a spike of ice straight up Chryos' jaw.

But his attempt was in vain as the being back handed him into his wife.

"Leave. I concede to you, Chryos," he said as he sat up. Ichor dripped from his many wounds, and he was paler than usual.

Chryos glared, but nodded once.

"You are a worthy opponent. If I were any younger, you would have been assured victory," Chryos said. He waved a hand, and the ice around him gathered to form an ice Pegasus. The ice animated, and whinnied, flapping it's wings.

"Stay out of the war. If we meet on the battlefield, I will kill you. If my host meets you on the battlefield, I will assist him in killing you." Chryos mounted the frost stallion, and galloped off the platform, before flying off.

Zoë looked at her father defiantly as he held his javelin above her. Bianca was unconscious, and Phoebe was dead as a result of Ladon's poison. Annabeth had been unable to pass the Garden of the Hesperides, being dead.

"Not today, Atlas," a new voice said. They looked, and Percy was there, atop an ice Pegasus, holding a white ice sculpture of Riptide in one hand, and steam coming from the sword.

But he stood on unsteady feet, and was bleeding heavily from his nose and ears.

"Ah. Welcome to the party, Perseus. I was afraid Nous had indeed killed you. Such a shame, that you survived," Atlas said. He jabbed his javelin into Zoë's stomach, and swung her into him, where they flew backwards, into an empty cage.

"I say. Doesn't it seem a little cold, Atlas?" Zoë glowed white, and vanished. She was sent to Apollo's temple, where the god would stabilize her.

Percy smiled, and raised his hands. His eyes held a dim ice blue glow to them. A wave of sea water jetted into them, and he smirked.

The water split into two streams. One formed an eight foot tall man built like the Minotaur, with a serpent's head and fangs, the jaws of a Caiman, the teeth of a Piranha, and the scale-like armor of an armored catfish, all of which was made of ice and water. A spear was in one hand and a shield was in the other.

Percy was on the other stream, and he landed near Artemis.

"I'm going to do something stupid. I can't fight Atlas, milady. So I'm going to heal you, and take the sky," he said in her ear, as he touched her face gingerly.

Her eyes were gone, and her face was almost disfigured. She was thin, and shaking, and there were cuts all over her body. Her clothes barely hid her body, and Percy began to shake from both rage and exhaustion.

Idly, Chryos tiredly popped up.

'The Titan scum barely left her any dignity. I will help as best I can, but I am tired beyond words.'

A small amount of godly energy surged into Percy, and he forced it from him and into Artemis. He added his own will to it, commanding it to heal her. The water responded, and swam over his body and onto hers.

As he watched, her silver orbs began to reform before him, and water and ice alike darted over her cuts, healing them.

But the effects were seen on Percy as well. His skin began to age, de-age, and turn red all at once, as his cells died and regenerated, while energy poured off him. The only thing keeping him from collapsing was the water.

"Give me the sky, Sis," Percy said, as he grasped the chains, and tugged.

In a flash, they'd swapped spots, and Atlas paled.

Another flash made an appearance, and Apollo appeared before them as well.

"Heads up," growled out the ice golem before it became water, which surrounded Percy almost instantly.

A golden arrow buried itself in Atlas's chest, and two silver knives buried themselves in his neck.

A roundhouse kick from Apollo sent Atlas into Artemis, but Atlas corrected himself, and grasped a massive chunk of earth, which smashed into the goddess. He then threw a javelin at Apollo, followed by several large, iron discus plates, and an Olympic Sport Hammer.

Ice suddenly gripped his feet, and water bound his hands.

"Now," Percy said, his hair slowly yet visibly turning gray under the stress.

Apollo's golden arrows riddled Atlas' chest, and a flurry of silver slashes covered him.

Then, as it looked like the Titan was about to lose, a fire erupted into existence around the three, and the immortals began to glow. The fight began to transcend mortal vision, and Percy knew it was over.

In a massive flash, Atlas soared into Percy's body, and the two swapped spots.

Apollo was at his side instantly, waving his hands ahove Percy's body. On his other side was Artemis, pouring as much energy as she could safely put into his body. A gold glow covered the demigod.

"Sis... Percy will be fine. He's just sleeping. You can stop giving him power you need. I'll take them all back to Chiron. Go get some food, and some better clothes," Apollo said.

Percy's eyes opened, but Apollo couldn't see them fully. All he saw was a glow.

But Artemis did see them, and she gasped lightly.

"Tell Zeus that we have another problem... Kronos did not wake on his own," came a deep voice from Percy's throat. His hand lifted, and touched Artemis', before a surge of energy left him and went into her. The water began to pool around the area, imitating Percy.

Then, he went limp. A light snore escaped him.

"Percy's being possessed by a god," Apollo said, eyes wide in shock.

That's a wrap!

I'm actually excited over this story. When Remus first wrote it, he spoke of an excitement like no other, and I can feel the same excitement.

I felt it writing TNS, too, but this is much more.

:)

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