Hello! How're you all doing? Hope it's great! My Wednesday stunk, in case you wanted to know. My best friend (and crush) never showed up at the beach. Instead he decided to hang out with his sister's boyfriend. He told me via a text from his mom. My sister was also being a real jerk. So, I spent a good long hour or so sitting at the beach alone, crying my eyes out. But, I've decided to Hades with everything. I'm going to do what I want to do, whether anyone is there for me or not. I decided I don't give a crap what my sister thinks, or what my best friend thinks. He's a jerk. :(

My poll is still up. In case you haven't voted. Blah blah blah. Sometimes I don't know why I write the ANs. There's probably only three people that read this anyways. I know Sophia does, HB does, maybe someone else too. Whatever. What do I know? I own nothing. Enjoy the chapter. :)

Thalia's POV

Wrath spoke, as if nothing had happened. "My name is Wrath. I have a long backstory. Many of you may have heard of me. Yes, I was a villain. I was a jerk. But I'd like to think that I've changed, that I'm better now. I'll share my story later. Right now, though, I think that you might want to meet my last two brothers. Since they're both chickens, they'll share at the same time. After all, you all do know one of them. So he won't be a problem. But if any of you can decide which Percy Jackson, and which is not, you can pick a brother to spend the day with. Day, not night."

The two brothers that hadn't shared grew pale. They'd have to share. I bet I can guess which is Percy. He's the first! No wait... He could also be the last... Dang it. Now I know why Wrath set up that challenge.

When the two brothers didn't want to step up, Zeus spoke up. "Step up or feel my wrath!"

Wrath (the person) pointedly coughed, and Zeus noticed.

"Step up or feel my fury! Is that better?"

Wrath nodded. The two brothers still had not moved.

"Now!" The Master Bolt found its way into its king's hands. That was all the motivation the two needed, for they quickly hurried forwards.

Away from their brothers, the two looked at each other. Without verbally speaking, they both took off the hats first (at the same time) and the sunglasses (at the same time). Without them, j had thought it would be easier to tell them apart.

It wasnt.

Two boys with sea-green eyes. The same unruly raven colored hair. Same height, same body structure. The same face. Similar scars. Not exactly the same, but then again, I don't think any of us know the exact location and sight of Percy's scars.

Or whoever the heck this other guy is.

Wait. I met one of them. I stabbed him. What did he say his name was? Peep... Pepper... Peter! That's it!

"Peter," I exclaimed. Again, I don't think anyone knew what I was talking about. Except the brothers.

Dad sighed. "What are you talking about daughter?"

I tried to hide the eye roll I gave him. "One of the brothers is Percy. But the other is named Peter. Right?"

The two nodded. They didn't say anything. Which annoyed the heck out of me.

"Hey, will one of you say something? I thought Peter was dead."

"Oh yeah? Well Percy brought him back to life." The first brother said that, which confused me. He didn't refer to Percy as himself, nor did he refer to Peter as himself. Could there have been a mistake? No. They're trying to confuse me and not give it away. Clever boys.

The other brother, the last one, spoke up. "And how would you know that Peter existed? None of your friends did. Or else Annabeth would've been up outta her seat in excitement. How did you even know Peter was dead?"

With a thud i sat back down. I had killed him. I'm a murderer. Sighing, I put my head down and faced my fate. "I killed Peter. On accident. I tried to kill Wrath, but Peter got in the way. He told him in his final moments that he was Peter. Not Percy as I had originally thought."

The two brothers shared a look. One looked guilty, much like how I felt. The other looked angry.

Percy didn't know Peter had told. He was the angry one. He was the first brother. So that means Peter was the guilty one. The one that made me feel guilty as well.

I stood up again. All eyes fell on me due to the sudden movements. "I know who is who."

Without waiting for a comment, I started to walk forwards. I stopped in front of the two brothers. Pointing to the first brother, I said, "Percy". To the second brother, I said, "Peter". They nodded.

"How did you know?!" The goddess of wisdom was evidently upset at how I figured it out, but she wasn't able to. Annabeth looked frustrated as well.

I shrugged. "It was easy. Percy didn't know, so he'd be angry at Peter for telling me about him. I just had to look at the angry face, and the guilty face, and decide who was who. Simple."

Athena was practically tearing her hair out, while Annabeth had a look of disbelief on her face. She couldn't believe it. Hee Hee. Go me.

"Now, if you guys don't mind, I have something I need to do." Percy whistled like he was calling for a taxi cab. Nothing happened.

"What was that for?"

"Wait for it..."

The sound of flapping could be heard. A small shape appeared on the horizons outside of the throne room. It slowly grew larger. Four legs, wings, black colored. Is that...?

"Hey Blackjack!"