Well, I'm back. Great. So, I don't know what to do with this story. I'm considering putting it on a very long break or just stopping completely. Yeah… motivation lost. Maybe I'll regain it soon. In the meantime, I'm going to devote my time to my beta work and the ever eternal school. Maybe you guys can tell me what I should do. Anyhow, enjoy the chapter!

And Merry Christmas for all those who celebrate it and hello to all those who don't.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

Percy POV

The next morning was pretty normal. After breakfast with the campers, Annabeth scurried off to finish a statue of her mother while I went to go train with Sam. We practiced parries and thrusts until we both were sweating and out of breath. Sam's last move was feint and quick swipe of the legs. I ended up of the floor, flat on my back.

"Ow." I grunted. "Totally unfair!" I painfully sat up and massaged my spine.

Sam extended a hand and hauled me up. "No, not unfair Kelp face. Do you expect the enemy to be fair in battle?"

I walked over and got a couple pills for my back. "I suppose not. But I suspect that you just like to see me on my back in pain." I looked at her and knew I was right; she was snickering into her palm.

"Well, that too." She replied between stifled giggles.

I shot her a teasing glare and slipped out of the room. I made my way to Annabeth's room and pushed open the door. "Hey, Anna? Next time you face Sam in training, kick her butt, okay?" No answer. "Annabeth? Where are you?" I scanned the room with my eyes and found no trace of her. Knocking on every bathroom door got the same result. Finally, I did a more invasive search of the room and found her. She was asleep, hunched over her blueprints, pencil still in hand.

"Oh Anna." I said softly, shaking my head. I walked over and carefully took the pencil out of her hand and set it on the ground beside her. I lifted her up onto her bed and drew the blankets around her. "You need to stop overworking yourself. We might need another intervention." I stepped out of her room and closed the door behind me.

Rebekah came bounding up the stairs, a letter clutched in her hand. "Oh, Percy! Have you seen Annabeth? I have a letter for her." She waved the letter slightly and cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, she's sleeping right now. Want me to give it to her later?"

"Yes please." She handed me the letter and started back down the stairs. Halfway down, she stopped and a called back, "Oh and Percy. Lunch will be done soon. We're thinking mac n' cheese."

"Great, I'll be down in a sec." I stuffed the letter in my pocket and went to my room to change into a less damp shirt. I then made my way downstairs and was enveloped with the smell of cheese and yummy food.

Rebekah was at the stove stirring the food and Kendall was chopping up some watermelon. After a couple of minutes, the food was done and both girls were spreading it out on the table. Rebekah called everyone in and we started to eat.

About halfway through the meal, I noticed Henry tapping his fingers on the table and shifting his eyes from the bowl of mac n' cheese and James. Before I knew it, Henry had scooped up a handful of the creamy food and lobbed it straight at James. The blob hit James square in the head and he fell out of his chair.

He stood up and wiped the cheese out of his eye. "This so means war!" he grabbed some watermelon chunks and threw them back at Henry who ducked. The watermelon hit Kendall and she whipped out her wand. She summoned wind and made various kitchen ingredients fly toward her and swirl around her. One by one, each item flew towards either Henry or James. Flour coated the table and eggs adorned the wall.

Somehow, everyone that was eating lunch with us (Becca, Allen, Kendall, Rebekah, James, Henry, and Jessie) got coated with some type of food, courtesy of Kendall's wind powers.

"Oh my Chaos!" huffed Jesse and stomped out, muttering something about egg and oil being impossible to get out of a Mohawk.

Becca and Allen took refuge behind the counter and away from the table. I assumed it would be safer there, so I vaulted over the counter and threw up a protective wall of fine mist around us in a semicircle. I snapped my fingers to sustain the mist and peered over the slab of black granite.

At that moment, Sam walked in, flipping a newly polished knife in her hand. "Hey guys I-" Before she could finish, an orange hit her in the head and an egg was impaled on her knife.

Henry stopped fighting long enough to throw up his hands and yell, "GOAL!"

Sam groaned and looked at her knife. "Do you know how long it took me to polish this knife!?" She slid the egg off and wiped the blade on her jeans in an attempt to get the egg white off. She pointed the knife at Henry and growled. "Last straw Henry, I'm giving you a 5 second head start!"

He yelped, abandoned the food fight and promptly skittered out of the kitchen. Sam counted to five and ran after him with James in tow. Kendall swirled her wand around and the intact food items swirled around flew back to their original place. I snapped my fingers again and the protective barrier around the three of us evaporated. Becca clapped her hands and the mess that once covered the room vanished.

"Percy!" a voice yelled. "Urgent message from Olympus!" Cam slid around the corner with a note in his hand.

"What's wrong? Has something bad happened?"

Cam shrugged and handed me the note. A read it once over and nodded. I needed Annabeth for this. I teleported to her room. I roused her from her sleep and thrust the note towards her. "No time for anything, time to go."

She blinked the sleep out of her eyes quickly and slid out of bed, and pulled her shoes on. She grabbed my hand and we teleported to the Throne Room on Olympus.

Throne Room

The gods were seated and in their enlarged forms, grim expressions on each of their faces. I released Annabeth's hand and kneeled towards my father.

"Why have you summoned us dad?"

He waved his hand and an image appeared in Hestia's fire. "Just watch son."

The image started to play like a movie:

Deep in the pit of Tartarus sat a goddess, bound in glowing Celestial Bronze chains. Her black hair lay limp around her shoulders and her green eyes dull. It was the goddess Circe.

A loud boom was heard and Circe's head snapped up. A tall man now stood above her. He had black hair that was slightly curled at the end. He was dressed in olive colored robes and black leather. He carried a long, gold colored staff with a swirling stone made of some weird blue substance. On his head, he wore a strange golden headdress with two ram looking horns sticking out from the top.

He bent down and lifted Circe's face. "Yes, you will be useful." He tapped the chains with his staff and they melted away. The man then yanked her to her feet and supported her weight. He dragged a pair of bound and gagged figures closer to him and smiled slightly.

In the dim light of the fire, I could just make out the prisoners' faces; my mom and Annabeth's dad.

So yeah. Thoughts on the chapter and what should happen to this story? I'm completely lost. And also, thanks to Allen R. for all that help and stuff. :)