Hello. First, I apologize if this chapter has mistakes or is subpar. My laptop was being funny yesterday when I was writing it, and it didn't save a single word. It's fixed now, but I still had to write the entire chapter. So I made a vow to myself that I would not sleep until it is complete to the best of my ability. I may not be able to update on Monday, for one of two reasons. I'm busy sulking/crying my eyes out because I failed miserably in the Energize WIP contest, and/or my band concert ran longer than normal. Alright then. My poll is still up. It's the last to to vote for the Energize WIP Award winners. Please vote if you care and/or have time. I told three friends from school, and they voted once each. My mom voted twice. All in all, I know I have a definite of five votes. I'm afraid that I'll be the loser with 3% votes, and that it'll never even make a difference. If you care, please please vote. Thanks. I own nothing, but you can always enjoy the story.

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Pat's POV (nothing new)

Anne started trying to climb down the rope, but was stopped by me. I had not backed up. "What are you doing?" I asked.

She was quick on her feet, I admit it. She came up with a lie so fast that I would've believed it if I didn't know the plan. "I forgot my bag on the ground. I put it down to tie someone ip, then forgot to pick it up."

If thats the game she wants to play, I ain't gonna be a part of it. "I didn't see you holding a bag."

"Oh well..." She obviously hadn't expected that. "Artemis was carrying it for me!"

I chuckled under my breath. She was desperate. I love it. This is my favorite part of the gig. "If Artemis was carrying it, then maybe she has it right now!"

We called up to Artemis. "Do you have a bag?" I yelled.

"Yeah!" came the reply.

Anne's face paled. Her alibi didn't work.

"Let's keep climbing!" I ushered.

Startled, Anne kept climbing closer to Olympus. Almost there. I did my job. Anne can't run away now.

Third Person POV

A few hours after the first red skinned male climbed from the seemingly quiet cave, a crowd of human beings stood gathered around the entrance. Two people appeared, and the crowd helped their kin out of what used to be their prison.

The plumper of the two humans looked up to the sky. Using both arms, they made an odd symbol looking like a cross, then an X, and finally a double line. Thunder rumbled through the cloudless morning sky, startling a few. Several gave quick glances back to the cave they had just exited, almost in a regretful major. But they had no time to think over their choices or mistakes before a lightning bolt zapped to the ground, and in a flash if light, every single person disappeared.

Even the brown haired girl skirting around the back of the crowd, almost to the point where she could've leaped and landed in the cave. To her frustration, she was too late. To almost everyone, they didn't even know what she was doing. To the one person that did know, they were most pleased with themself.

Percy's POV

When I exited the cave I was in for so long, everything was different, yet the same. The trees were still where they were when we left, and birds were still singing in the trees. There were still leaves thrown to the ground like a child had had a temper tantrum, and flowers were still dead in clumps in the grass.

But it was also colder than it was before. I shivered in my loose sweatshirt and basketball shorts. The Aztecs around me were trembling from the cold, for they wore short sleeved flowing dresses (women), a polo top and shorts (men), or a t-shirt and a skirt/shorts (children). I pitied them, but I couldn't do anything about it. After all, all the blankets had been collected and were in a locked chest.

I watched from the midst of a sea of red as my sister and Lat were pulled up. Pat collasped onto the grass while Anne simply brushed off some dirt. I watched as Pat lifted her arms in a weird way, almost as if she were making signals to the sky. No one else paid attention, they were too busy breathing on their hands to keep warm.

Once Lat was finished with the creepy hand signals, thunder echoed across the sky. I looked up at the cloudless morning sky, and gave Lat a weird look. That couldn't have been a coincidence.

Many Aztecs looked nervous. Always being against Zeus and safe underground, they must not feel safe out here. I don't blame them.

A few seconds passed. When nothing happened other than a bird flying from a tree, j breathed a small sigh of relief. It seems I spoke too soon.

All kf of a sudden, a huge lightning bolt flew from the sky. Before anyone could scream, it hit the ground (not a person) and we all disappeared in a flash. All of us were smart enough to close our eyes.

When we we opened them again, we found ourselves in the presence of the entire Olympian counsel.

Directly in front of me was Zeus. To his right was a man that looked like me. Green eyes, though his were brighter than mine, black hair, Bermuda shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt.

He he was never there for me growing up. Now that he wants to be there for me, I'm not going to be there for him.

In in the coldest goice I could muster, I sneered, "Hello Father, Poseidon."