Hi. I'm really sorry that I didn't update on Saturday. I was late at a movie and I had a whole day of soccer and I was so tired. I didn't write any of this until Sunday. I'm really really sorry, but you guys deserve a good chapter. And not a crappy one because I was sleep deprived. Sorry. I did tell you though, that there might be some days I had to skip the update. Sorry. :( My poll is up in case you want to vote! If anyone wants the summary or general idea of the option, I have basic ideas for all of them. Just PM me, or ask if I can add it to my author's note. Okay, I own nothing except my ideas, and the writing award I have taped to my wall. But still, it'd be great if you'd enjoy this chapter! :)

Percy's POV (he apologizes that Hera and some others are very OOC)

Black hair, shaggy and seeming to cover his eyes. Small muscles, and clothing to help blend into the background. My first brother out into a body is Somos. He would sleep for a while, to get used to the body.

I looked up at the immortals. "I don't have to do that again do I?"

They laughed. "No silly!" Hera chuckled. I breathed a sigh of relief. "You only have to do that five more times!" I groaned, which only caused them to laugh again. I guess I am back to normal.

Five more times I did that. Hades thrusting power tendrils into my ears, reaching into my head. Pulling out my brothers' consciences, some of which struggled. That made it all the more painful for me. Six total times of that, one after another. After another. After another. After another. After another.

I mi think it's fair to say I was fed up by the last time. And that my ears were very sore.

Finally though, we were done. I lay on the ground, exhausted. My brothers were all asleep, though they were about to wake up. Each one looked just like they did in my head. Somos, Jake, Wrath, Alexander, Perseus, and Peter.

Let me explain about Perseus. Yeah, i know he's evil. But I was planning on destroying the world of my alter egos in an attempt to get rid of the problem. And I don't want to kill Perseus too, evil or not.

Right now though, all j really care about is that Peter is here. Back from where we had thought he'd never return.

After a few moments, they started to stir. Somos woke first, and ran up to me upon seeing me. We hugged, then he stepped back before it could get weird. Next came Jake, who just highfived me and told me "Nice bro". Then Wrath, who gave me a look of utter gratitude, and Alexander who fist pumped me.

Finally, Peter woke up. He rolled over a bit, like a kid getting up out of bed in the morning. Then he yawned, and stretched out his toes. Something must've felt off to him, because he sat up a bit. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around. I have no clue what he was expecting, but four immortals and six of his brothers staring at him on Olympus was not one of them.

Wide-eyed, he stuttered, "Um, hi...?"

A chorus of of greetings came from everyone.

"Can I ask where I am?"

"Nope!" I laughed. "No, just kidding. We're currently on Olympus. Just outside of the Olympian throne room."

If possible, his eyes opened wider. It looked almost impossible that he had literally just woken up. "How-"

"-did you get here? Sorry Pete. That was all me," I smiled, not at all sorry. "I helped save the day or something somehow, so they gave me a wish. And my number uno wish was that all you guys (aka you, Jake, Alex, Somos, Perseus, Wrath) got to get out of my head, and all got your own heads! Sorry if you don't like it. I can always wish it back."

Six voices exclaimed in protest, causing me and the various gods to laugh.

"I'm just kidding guys!" Once hearing that, everyone started laughing. It felt really good, after being a depressed guy for so long. I should do this more often. Not the bringing people back to life, but the carefree laughing.

After laughing for a long time, I got a brilliant idea. "Hey, j have an idea."

"Listening."

"Well," I told my brothers, "the award ceremony was in the throne room, so everyone is gathered there. Other than the four immortals that helped make your bodies, no one else knows what my wish was. What if all seven of us wore sunglasses and hats to conceal our identities, and walked into the throne room all pretending to be me?"

"We could blow their minds!" Alexander laughed.

"It'd be very mysterious..." Jake mused.

"I wouldn't have to go out in the open as myself right away," Somos sighed relieved.

"I wouldn't have to have Thalia see me and feel guilty, after she unintentially killed me," Peter reflected.

"People wouldn't know it was me, and wouldn't think I'm evil!" Wrath smiled.

"I could hide in plain sight and plot to kill everyone! Mwahaha!" Perseus maniacally laughed.

We all looked at him, silently wondering what the heck was wrong with him. Well, most of us were silent.

"What is wrong with you dude?" Alexander exclaimed. "You get a second chance, and in the first few minutes you're already going evil and plotting to plot to kill everyone! That's so not cool."

Everyone nodded. This made me have a terrifying vision of an awful and predictable story. The horror.

"Hey, Uncle H," Alexander said to Hades to get his attention. Hades gave Alex a startled look, as if he couldn't believe someone called him that. "Can you make a prison for this guy over here? Maybe throw him into Tartarus?"

"No!" I interrupted. "I mean... I know he worked with Kronos, but can't we give him the fields? He'll never remember what happened and he won't be a threat to us any more. If he gets Tartarus, he might be able to escape." In truth, j just didn't want to see my brother (or anyone) condemned to Tartarus. It's too awful a place.

Hades sighed, but agreed. He took Perseus to the underworld to add him to the fields. I turned to my five remaining brothers. "Anyone have any sunglasses or hats?"

We we turned to dad. In unison, we asked, "Dad?" It's good to have brothers, or siblings of any kind at that.