A/N: Hello, all. Here is your update! Just so you know, one of our members changed his username. He is no longer Yournormalpjofan, but _Triple_Homicide_

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Anyway, on with the story...

It took LUKE a long time to fall asleep again.

His head was pounding and he was still feeling uneasy. He didn't understand anything which had happened in the dream but he knew he didn't want it to happen again. He had contemplated going to see Thalia, but had quickly put off that option. It was likely she was asleep already. He didn't want to bother her with his problems.

He was afraid. The way he had acted without thinking; the ease with which he had been entranced and controlled. It made his feel scared. He couldn't explain it. The sword had been calling to him. It was like he could hear a voice. In fact, it was still echoing in his ear at the moment and he was worried he was going to go insane. He had had no control. He hadn't been able to stop himself. He had heard Thalia trying to stop him, but he hadn't heeded her. That was a first.

Luke rubbed his eyes, and a yawn escaped from him. The rest of the cabin was fast asleep. The entire camp was quiet.

But one thing was for sure. He and Thalia needed to see Chiron. First thing in the morning.

LUKE clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing, and his lips pursing in frustration. Why did he have to have another gods-forsaken dream? Why couldn't his sleep be god-free? He did not need any new problems on his shoulders right now. He already had enough as it was.

He folded his arms, and glanced around, taking in his surroundings. And then he spotted him.

Apollo was on a dark hillside, which was clouded over with fog. It sort of reminded him of the Underworld, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. He glanced up, his hands dropping to the sides, and stepped back with a start. The entire sky was nonexistent. It was dark, and foggy, and he couldn't see the stars. Luke guessed that they weren't even out in the open - it was probably a sort of cave or something. Old broken Greek columns of black marble were scattered around, and Luke's eyes widened in shock. He knew where they were.

And then he caught sight of her. His heart stopped beating momentarily as they dragged Artemis forward. She struggled, kicking, and flailing, and trying to escape her captors. The two cyclops held fast, and she finally seemed to realize her struggling was pointless. Luke wondered why she didn't just blast them to pieces. Then he noticed the shakes. They were restricting her power somehow. Artemis went limp in their hold.

Luke gritted his teeth. He wanted to move. He wanted to help her. But he couldn't. He was rooted to the spot. The son of Hermes watched, with a mixture of disappointment, and shame - that he could do nothing but watch - as the goddess of the hunt was taken next to her brother. And that was when Luke realized the severity of the situation. Artemis and Apollo were captured. The twin archers were out of the game. She had left to hunt down an ancient powerful monster, but she had been snatched up by the titans instead. This was bad. He tried to take a step forward, but again, found he couldn't. He was stuck.

When the gust of wind blew in, Luke was startled for the millionth time that day. Or rather, night. A man, well-built, with dark sandy blond hair, and silverish-gold eyes, was carrying a sort of load in his hand. He was the one who had brought in the air. Behind him, huge, and sharp-looking golden wings sprouted, supporting him and making him stay afloat. They had a wingspan of about ten feet, and Luke looked on in awe. There was a quiver slung over his shoulder, and a bow accompanying it.

The man dropped onto the ground gracefully, his feet touching the ground. He promptly released his package, and that was when Luke realized he hadn't been carrying a load, he had been carrying a person. The person hit her head on a rock, and Luke winced. The golden man nudged the unconscious figure with his foot, and her head turned in Luke's direction. He drew in a sharp breath as he took in the features of the comatose daughter of Athena. Annabeth was here too. Luke clenched his fist. He was supposed to be there for her. He was supposed to be her elder brother. He was supposed to protect her. But he had failed. And she was in trouble now.

"Uncle Lelantos..."

The golden-winged man snapped his head in the direction of the voice. It had come from Artemis, still in the hold of the cyclops. She had spotted her brother. The god of the sun was holding up something above his head. It seemed to be a funnel - swirling clouds, and his forehead was beading with sweat. His arms were shaking, and his clothes were tattered and soiled with dust and grime. Immediately, Luke knew what it was. Apollo was holding up the sky. A few hours ago, he had been flirting with hunters and torching New England with Nico. How the hell had he and Artemis been captured so fast? Artemis voice was so faint Luke had to strain to hear.

"Why?'

The man - Uncle Lelantos - spoke, his voice harsh. "Because the titans need recognition, niece. We need justice. This is not personal, in fact, it is far from it. Do not take it to heart. Your mother is remaining neutral in this war, and if it helps, we have managed to free her from Delos. She doesn't know you have been captured, of course." His voice was smooth, and Luke found himself nodding along with what Lelantos said. "Soon, all the titans shall be freed, and Olympus shall fall." He paused, His gaze traveled over to Annabeth as Artemis dropped her head in acceptance. He snapped his fingers, and silver shackles shimmered into existence, wrapping themselves around the fourteen year old. Luke looked away, shutting his eyes.

"How dare you treat a maiden this way!" Artemis roared with renewed energy. She was struggling once more, and her eyes were alight with raw fury. "How dare you capture my brother!"

The titan laughed, and he motioned to Apollo. "He is already weak. He is broken. It will be the end for him soon if he keeps on holding the sky...unless."

Luke understood what he was driving at. He knew Artemis loved her brother, although she didn't show it much. Her jaw was clenched, and she said quietly, 'Fine. I'll do it."

Lelantos gave her a smile. "I knew you would. Leave her."

Immediately she was free from the cyclops' grip, the goddess scrambled forward. Apollo groaned. He was semi-conscious. What Lelantos had said was true. The weight was crushing him. Godly strength could only handle so much. Artemis went behind him, her face set in determination, and she pushed him away from the sky. Immediately her hands shot up, grabbing the white funnel-thing before it could smash both of them. Apollo was out cold now, That much Luke could tell. With a snap of his fingers, Lelantos caused a golden cage to form around the god of the sun.

Artemis glanced at her brother sadly, and her gaze shifted over to Luke. He had a feeling she knew he was there. She seemed to be staring through his soul. Artemis looked away, her eyes hardening as she glared at her Uncle. The titan smiled in victory, before spreading his wings behind him. "Excuse me, niece, But I have to meet the General and our allies now. I hope you have a great stay."

And then he was swooping up into the sky, and disappearing through the clouds.

THALIA did not feel like getting out of bed. She heard the repetitive knocks on the cabin door. Luke's voice was also somewhere in the mixture of slamming and pounding but she just couldn't bring herself to stand.

"Ugh, I know you're awake, Thals," Luke stopped knocking, and Thalia relished the feeling of peace, although it was lasted for just about three seconds. And then he was back at it.

"We need to talk, just open the damn door," She heard a huff from the son of Hermes, and rolled over, groaning in response. Thalia sat up, and rubbed her eyes, trying to drive the sleep away. She hadn't been able to get back to bed until dawn. The dream had kept replaying itself over and over...Oh. That must have been why Luke wanted to have a word. Thalia sighed, and shouted over lazily, "I'm coming. Quit knocking, you're gonna throw my door off the hinges."

The pounding stopped, and Thalia jogged over to the back of the cabin, grabbing a dark material, and then throwing on her jacket, before moving over to the door. Her fingers curled over the doorknob and she pulled it open.

"Ugh, Finally," Luke stood, an unamused expression on his face. He was wearing a sleeveless camp T-Shirt, which showed off all his biceps and it took all her willpower not to move forward to touch them. The shirt went with summer shorts, and a pair of sandals. It was the standard camp attire but he still managed to look good in them. Few people could manage that. In fact, only one person could. That was Drew Tanaka but she was a different story. His scar, which ran down his left eye and stopped at his cheek, made him look rugged, and Thalia felt her heartbeat race. Luke's intense blue eyes studied her, and his voice broke her out of her...ah, observations. "Do you know how long I've been standing here?"

Thalia rolled her eyes, and stretched out, yawning. "No, I don't. You're lucky I didn't gut you for interrupting my beauty sleep."

Luke snorted, and glanced at his wristwatch, "It's already nine am, Thals. You missed breakfast. I don't know why on earth Chiron asked to let you sleep in but Gods of Olympus, we have a lot to talk about."

Thalia sighed, and spoke in her sweetest voice, "I suppose you can't let me go back to bed till noon?'

"No," Luke said calmly but firmly. "We need to discuss that dream. And how we're going to find Annabeth."

Thalia sobered up, her serious expression taking over her features. "Okay. I'll head to the bathhouse. Meet you at the pavilion in twenty?'

Luke nodded. "Twenty."

Thalia watched him as he turned, and walked off for his own cabin, probably to do counselor-y stuff. Sighing again, she dashed back into her cabin, before coming out once more, and heading for the bathhouses.

As usual, she was ten minutes late. LUKE sighed, glancing at his watch again. Where the hell was she?

He looked up when the sound of footsteps reached him, and let out a sigh of relief. Thalia shot him an apologetic smile, before jogging up to his seat at the Hermes table. The pavilion was empty, save for a few stragglers who had also missed breakfast, and Luke stood, offering Thalia a sandwich. She looked at it as if it was made out of sand, and Luke knew what was going on in her head. She had wanted a cheeseburger, most probably. Honestly, she ate that thing for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and what surprised Luke was that she was still fit. He shook the random thoughts out of his head, before motioning to Thalia and speaking at the same time, 'Let's walk while you eat. Chiron is expecting us."

Thalia gave him a small shake of her head, and said, "I'll pass." She placed the sandwich back on the plate on the table, and began making her way out of the dining pavilion.

Luke stood, rooted in the spot, and she turned, a grin on her face. "You waiting for an invitation or something?" He scoffed, before spurring his feet into action, and followed the daughter of Zeus out.

THALIA scowled, and she clenched her fists as Luke gave her a watered-down version of his dream. And it didn't sound good. Both twin archers captured? Annabeth on The Mountain with them? That wasn't good at all. They had to find Chiron. They needed explanations. The problem with Percy and the sword was still present in her mind...somewhere. But Annabeth's situation was worse.

Luke ended his story with a sentence which sent chills down her spine - and not in a good way. "If we're going to find Annabeth we have to do it soon. Or else we might be too late."

Thalia said nothing. She didn't think she could even part her lips. She was shell-shocked. She was worried. And she was sleep deprived. Those three were never a good combination. She was aware of Luke studying her as they walked, and she tried not to scowl at him. Thalia looked up as the steps came into view. They were at the Big House.

Chiron was waiting for them at the porch. He was seated at the same table from the day before, and Thalia let out a huge sigh of relief when she noticed Dionysus was absent. "Morning, Chiron," Luke greeted their mentor flatly, before taking a seat opposite him. Thalia followed his lead, positioning herself on Luke's left side.

"You wanted to speak to me?" Chiron looked genuinely confused and Thalia couldn't help but feel sad for him. But she couldn't afford to be sad now. She straightened, and spoke, "Well, Luke and I shared a dream last night. And then he had another one...and none of them were about sunshine and rainbows."

Luke nodded grimly, and Chiron sighed, muttering something along the lines of I'm getting too old for this. The centaur nodded to Luke, silently asking him to begin his story. The blond haired counselor took in a deep breath, and spoke, "Well, it'll be better if Thalia went first."

Thalia's brow furrowed, and Luke continued, "Since you're the only one who could see him and all..." He trailed off, and Thalia nodded, before turning to the old centaur. "So, when I told you of what happened on the cliff, I left a convenient point out." Chiron looked perplexed, and Thalia continued, 'Well, I'm sure Mr. D knew I wasn't saying everything so' - she shrugged - "Anyway, during the battle with Dr. Thorn, I was saved by a boy. He looked about my age, with green eyes and black hair.'

"Impossible..." Chiron had straightened, and looked alert. Thalia took that as a bad sign, but went on anyway. "I was the only one who could see him. Well, apart from Dr. Thorn, and after the fight, he disappeared." She paused for effect. "His name was Perseus."

No drumroll sounded. No audience gasps, but Thalia flinched when thunder boomed above them. Her father was listening. Oh.

Chiron let out a gasp of surprise, and spoke. "It can't be. He couldn't have been there. He is still in exile-"

"We know," Luke cut him short. "But that wasn't what we came here for. We had another dream. Both of us were in it. And so was he. I couldn't see him, but Thalia could. And there was some sort of sword in a stone..." Luke trailed off noticing Chiron's face turn as white as a sheet. He shrugged it off, and went on. "The sword called to me. I almost grabbed it. I was about to pull it out. I couldn't control myself." He paused again. "We want to know why."

Chiron had turned to look at him, his eyes wider than saucers now. Then he recovered, his lips thinning into a line, and took in a deep breath. "Well, what you really say is true, then it is time."

"For what?" Thalia leaned forward, face blank.

"To hear the story of Olympus' greatest enemy."

LUKE didn't have time to process the words before Chiron was speaking.

"He was born in the middle of the first Titan war," Chiron began. "He was the last spawn of Gaea, and he inherited all of her power. His brother Kronos used his control over the hands of time and made the war take very very long. Most of the Olympians got spawned during the time it was happening, and soon, there was an entire council. Dionysus was not included, of course. Hestia once used to have his seat on the council. The war was difficult on both sides, because none of the warriors could die. Perseus was a weapon. He was born to destroy the gods. He was bred to kill. He was like a machine. He showed no mercy. He was ruthless, and unmovable. His birth brought the end of the Titan war. Calypso betrayed the titans, and gave the gods the idea to assault Mount Othrys from the next mountain. Olympus."

Chiron paused for breath. Luke's eyes were wide now.

"The titans were defeated by the gods," The centaur said. "Mount Othrys' destruction brought most of them to their knees. A few titans gathered at the Library of Mnemosyne, but The hundred handed ones destroyed it, and only Perseus escaped. The twelve Olympians got cocky. They went to the Titans' stronghold, sure that they had won. But they hadn't. The Last of the Titans was still fighting. He attacked the Olympians before they could get to Othrys. And he almost succeeded." Chiron's eyes were dark at this point and Luke couldn't help but feel uneasy. "The last battle in the First Titan War, was between The Titan of the Earth, and the Twelve Gods of Olympus. He almost decimated them. They could not die, yes, but they gods were gravely injured. He would have thrown them in Tartarus. But he was defeated...by using his own power against him. Poseidon was the earth shaker. He created an earthquake so huge, Perseus wasn't able to control it. Calypso, who was now actively working for the gods, used her magic to help Poseidon. The Olympians were able to subdue him then, when he was weakened."

Luke had heard that story many times. But he still didn't understand what it had to do with the sword.

But Chiron continued his story, face paler than ever. "The place where the last battle occurred was a grove surrounding Mount Othrys. It had golden grass, and a golden gate-"

"With a golden sword in a stone in the middle," Thalia murmured. "So that's where we were last night?'

Chiron gave a nod. "It was named The Plain of Perseus after the Titan of The Earth. It was sacred to the Earth Mother's children. It was sacred to him. When Perseus saw that the battle was lost, he created a slab of stone from the earth. And he stuck the sword - Soul Reaper - in it. He declared that no one, god or mortal, would be able to pull it out. The sword would wait for a mortal demigod. A worthy hero. And only then would the Titans have their revenge. And Koios, the Prophecy Titan, also foresaw this."

Luke's feet were cold, and his voice was shaky as he spoke, "So...how does the sword know who shall pull it out?"

Chiron held up a hand for him to wait, and went on with his story. "Perseus was brought before the council. His sentence was given. An Island was created. Ogygia. He was sent into exile, then cursed by Aphrodite to fall in love with any heroine who fell on his Island. There was Hippolyta, then Cyrene, Atalanta, and many many more. But they all left. He was destined to suffer in agony. Alone. On the Island of Ogygia. A few centuries after the fall of Rome, Apollo and Hermes played a small trick on him using Hecate's magic, and confined him to the body of a fourteen year old mortal. He's not able to change his age or appearance anymore. As for the sword, Zeus lusted for it. He tasked most of his children - demigods, mind you - to pull it out. They all tried, and failed. Zeus went to ask Perseus to have it removed, but he refused, and your father in his anger, made a decree that Perseus would never be free from Ogygia until the sword was pulled out. Of course, there was a "and was his" implied, but Perseus refused once again. Therefore, the fate of the Island is bound to the sword. If the sword is removed, The Island is destroyed, and the Titan is free."

Luke was taking in deep and even more shaky breaths now as Chiron continued, "Only a worthy hero would free him from exile, and unfortunately, Luke, I'm afraid that worthy hero...is you."

What he had been expecting to hear. He knew the legend all right. But he8 had never believed it. "How?' His voice was croaky.

His mentor sighed, "The Fates proclaimed it one day. The sword shall beckon the hero. The Hero shall hear the sword."

"Like a Siren's song," Thalia's face was pale, and Chiron nodded. "Yes. The hero will not be able to resist the power of The Sword. He is destined to pull it free. And The Titans shall rise."

Luke shut his eyes, clenching his fist. He felt a soft hand on his, and glanced up, to find Thalia smiling at him sadly. "Look, don't worry about this now. We'll find a way to not get you to the Sword."

He didn't smile back, and pulled his hands away. His head dropped into his hands and the son of Hermes let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Sighing, he looked up, to find Chiron and Thalia staring at him worriedly.

"You must make sure not to mention any of this to anyone, Luke," Chiron said gravely. "If it was found out that you would free the Titans...well, I don't think you'll be allowed to live till the winter solstice."

Luke nodded numbly, and said, "What of the other titans? Was Perseus the only one sent into exile?"

Chiron shook his head. "Mnemosyne remained in her semi-destroyed library. She was neutral in the war, so she was allowed to stay wherever she pleased if she didn't cause any trouble. Perses was taken to a prison. He has been held there or many millennia. He was one of the strongest titans. Right there with Atlas, Hyperion, Perseus, Iapetus and the others. He's the Titan of destruction, and the gods feared he would find a way out if thrown in Tartarus. Calypso was allowed to reside with the gods for a short while, before she left for California. Leto was stuck on Delos for eternity. Those were the only titans left on earth. All the rest were thrown into the pit."

Luke nodded, and pulled himself together, before speaking. "The twin gods have been captured. Annabeth is with them."

Chiron's brow furrowed, and Luke continued, "In my dream, Apollo was holding up the sky."

He heard a gasp from Chiron, but ignored it and went on, "Artemis was dragged to him, and some golden feathered guy who she called Uncle Lelantos flew in," Another gasp, 'He was carrying Annabeth, and he said Apollo was weakened, and was almost gone. Artemis took his place. She held up the sky. Lelantos chained Annabeth, and caged Apollo. Then he left to go meet The General."

Chiron's voice was sharp, as he spoke, "Annabeth and The twin gods are on the Mountain of Despair?"

Luke nodded numbly. "And as Artemis s holding up the sky now, I can only assume that The General is free."

"This is very bad," Chiron murmured. "Do not speak of this to anyone."

Luke and Thalia nodded, and Chiron said, "I must inform the gods."

Luke stood, and felt Thalia do the same next to him. 'We have to order a quest. Not only to find Annabeth, but Artemis and Apollo too."

The ancient centaur sighed, "I'm afraid you are right. I shall be back before Capture The Flag," He paused. "Try to act as though nothing has happened. We will discuss more when I return."

Luke nodded, and motioned to Thalia with his head. They both walked off the parlor, their faces grim. He felt her fingers brush against his, and looked up, to find Thalia, her face set in determination. "Don't worry, 'll find them."

He nodded back, offering her a sad smile, and they headed to the arena.

Perseus was having a rotten day. He hadn't been able to get back to sleep after he had jolted awake the night before, and he was suddenly feeling angsty. He wanted to get off the gods forsaken Island. It wasn't like he was going to attack the gods. Although he had declared the Titans would have their revenge when his sword - and him - was free, He had gotten over that millennia ago. He sat at his wooden dining table on the beach, his chin in his hand, his uneaten breakfast still before him. He shut his eyes, and sighed. He couldn't wait to get off. He had already started making a list, of all the stuff he would do when he was free. Perseus picked at his food, his thoughts drifting to Thalia and Luke. He wondered why only the daughter of Zeus could see him, but pushed it out of his mind.

He was still lost in his daydream when there was a flash of light on the beach, and two figures materialized out of nowhere. He looked up, unfazed. After all, he was a Titan. He wouldn't get destroyed if he looked upon the true from of the gods. His eyes widened, however, when he spotted the old centaur trotting over to him, with a messenger god hot on his heels. They stopped at his dining table a few seconds later, and Perseus couldn't help but feel annoyed. "What do you want?"

His voice was harsh, and Hermes flinched, but Chiron simply maintained a blank face. He turned to Hermes, his hooves pawing on the ground, and said, "I shall call for you when I am ready to leave."

The messenger god nodded, pulled out a cell phone from his pocket, and disappeared in a flash of gold. Perseus settled his lazy gaze on the old hero trainer before him, repeating his question, "What do you want? Why have you come to see me?"

The centaur sighed, and began speaking, 'I wanted to speak with you. About a dream you, Thalia Grace, and Luke Castellan shared."

Perseus shot up, suddenly alert, his eyes narrowed. How on earth... Oh. Oh...the stupid demigods had obviously told him about it. He regained his composure and spoke calmly, an eyebrow raised, 'So you know now, right?'

The centaur nodded. "I know that Luke Castellan is destined to free you from the Island and start the second Titan war."

Perseus blinked, and said, "Yes, I really don't mind. I don't mind at all. I'll be glad when I finally get off this place."

"And then you'll attack Olympus, immediately." Chiron's face was guarded, and Perseus shifted a little in his seat. He let out a small fake laugh, and said, "Of course not. I just want to get off this wasteland. I don't have time to kill the gods."

The old centaur studied him for a few seconds, before speaking once again. "Luke had another dream."

Perseus cocked an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Othrys is rebuilding itself," His voice was raspy and gravelly. "Artemis and Apollo have been captured. The goddess is holding up the sky and Annabeth Chase is in the Titan's hold."

Perseus stopped moving. The palace was...rebuilding? But what Chiron had said next made him gasp, and he murmured, 'Impossible. The General is free?'

"I believe so," Chiron uttered. "On another note, I wanted to ask you to explain why Thalia keeps on seeing you."

Perseus snorted, and said, "Like I know."

Chiron looked perplexed, and he explained further. "The only thing I can tell you is that each time I fall asleep, I reappear somewhere. And she's always there. And she's always the only one to be able to see me."

Chiron looked disappointed that he couldn't get more information, and sighed. 'Thank you for seeing me, Perseus. I shall leave you now. I must meet the Olympians."

The Titan of the Earth nodded, "Of course." He watched as Hermes reappeared, and grabbed the old teacher by his shoulder. He shot a look at Perseus, who met his gaze. Chiron nodded subtly at him, before disappearing into light with Hermes.

Perseus sighed. It was almost noon. There was nothing else to do. He walked back to his cave, and flopped onto the bed. He really needed some sleep.

The boy glanced around uneasily, wondering where he was. He took in his surroundings with a critical eye, and then it hit him. It was another dream.

He hadn't been able to visit this place for millennia and he felt a wave of nostalgia engulf him. This was where the last resistance had met after Othrys' destruction. But then the hideout had been destroyed too, by the Hundred-Handed Ones. Only he had escaped. After which he had gone to confront the gods before they got to Othrys.

It was the Library of Mnemosyne.

It hadn't changed much, except that it was in the middle of a dense overgrown forest now. And it looked unkempt, and partially destroyed - exactly like he had left it.

Perseus found himself moving before he could process what he was doing. If his dream - or whoever controlled them - had brought him there, then obviously something important was going to happen. He straightened, his eyes wide when he heard the snap of the twig. He turned around slowly, and his hand shot to his belt when he spotted the cloaked figure. He drew a small knife. It couldn't do much damage but it would help him if there was any danger. He slipped into a defensive stance, examine the cloaked and hooded figure who was walking briskly in the direction of the library entrance.

The hooded person was obviously female. Her right hand was sticking out, and holding on to the hood, obscuring her face. She didn't seem to see him, though, because she walked straight past him, and pushed open the library door. He didn't relax. He knew that something was up. And he also knew he had to follow her.

Perseus broke into a jog, trying not to make himself heard. His footsteps were pretty much nonexistent, and he made sure to keep the hooded figure in sight. She disappeared through the doorway, and so did he. His lips were pursed in confusion. Why was she covering her face? He wanted to reach out and pull it down - the hood, of course - but he knew he shouldn't. The woman's feet lifted off the ground, and she sailed over the broken floorboards of the entry hall. His eyes widened. That meant she was either an god, or a Titan. Or just a minor immortal. She might even be Mnemosyne herself. Perseus took in a deep breath. It had been a long time since he had tried this. He concentrated, calling the wind to his aid, and he felt his feet rise off the ground.

He took off after the woman, making sure not to lose her. He didn't make any sound, didn't even yelp when he spotted the rats. Perseus watched as the woman flew through another doorway, and landed on the ground. It was the Library itself. He recognized the room. He swooped through, his gaze falling on the statue of his sister. He half expected it to come to life - which it did. The statue glowed softly, and soon there was a brown haired woman next to the hooded one. She looked about thirty, and her eyes were large and golden. She wore white gossamer robes, and had a pair of glasses nestled on her nose.

"Mnemosyne," The hooded one greeted.

His sister's gaze travelled over to her, and she said, "I've been expecting you. What have you come for?'

The woman laughed, and Perseus frowned in distaste. "Straight to the point, as always."

Mnemosyne looked almost bored, and motioned for the other woman to continue.

"The preparations are almost complete," The hooded one said. "The General has come to ask for you aid. You would be a perfect ally. And a very good surprise. Most of the Olympians believe you to be faded, and if we can play on that, we will surely win the war."

"Is that all?' Mnemosyne studied the hooded figure, who nodded.

"Then I'm sorry, goddess, but I am remaining neutral in this war, like I did before," His sister swooped to the other side of the room, and settled on a desk. So the hooded one was a goddess. Weird. A goddess, working for the Titans. Perseus could sense the tension in the air. He observed quietly, soaking in everything. The titaness of memory looked up, and Perseus could swear she looked him in the eye - And winked.

He rubbed his eyes in confusion, and looked at her again. She was reading something now, and it seemed as if she hadn't ever moved. She looked up, pushing her glasses up her nose, which wrinkled with distaste, making them slip down once again. "You're still here?'

Perseus could sense the anger rolling off the goddess in waves. "Why do you not want to fight?" she snarled. "The twin gods are captured. The Olympians are already weakened. The General is free, and soon, Perseus will be released from exile. The Titans are sure to win!'

Mnemosyne waved randomly, closing her book and sighing. "Look, I'm happy here in my library. I don't care if my siblings are rising. I never really did. As long as I'm not bothered, I'm good. None of the good Titans shall fight for the gods anymore, yes. But none of them shall fight for Kronos either. Zeus is as much - if not worse - of a bad leader as Kronos was. Now if you'll excuse me..."

She didn't get to complete her sentence though. The hooded figure shot forward, and a knife sprung out of her fingers and onto his sister's neck. Perseus was about to step forward, when he paused. She could handle herself.

Mnemosyne's eyes were narrowed as the hooded woman spoke, "Lord Kronos had ordered you to serve him. You owe him your life, and he is your king!'

Her glare made his shudder and Perseus realized it was the first time he had seen Mnemosyne angry. 'You dare threaten me on my own consecrated ground?"

"I-"

A sudden burst of energy threw the hooded figure off the titaness of memory. She sailed through the air, her cloak rippling, and her hood fell, making Perseus' heart stop beating. It couldn't be her. She wouldn't...this particular goddess could never betray Olympus. The goddess slammed a pillar, and Perseus saw Mnemosyne disappear in a burst of golden light with a small Hmph.

So there was a traitor among the Olympians...

"Lord Kronos," The woman dropped into a bow, and said, "Forgive me. I failed in my mission."

She heard a growl come out from the pit and the air was suddenly colder. She shivered, trying to feel scared. Of course, as usual, she failed.

She took in a shaky breath, and said, 'Mnemosyne refused my proposal. And Perseus was there. He saw."

Lord Kronos did not reply. But she knew he was listening. And she knew he wanted to throw her into the abyss for her failure.

"Luke Castellan was also present on Othrys and we are sure he will be coming in a few days. With the prophecy child, Thalia Grace."

This time, the crooked one spoke, his voice a low hum. "Good. I want the girl captured. The son of Hermes cares for her and with her in our possession we can bargain. He pulls out the sword, for her freedom, and that of the other demigod."

The woman had to admit. It was a good plan. Worthy of Athena herself. She bowed, her head dipping low, and said, 'It shall be done, Lord Kronos."

A/N: So, we're done! If you have any questions, please PM us. Thank you! Who do you think the spy is? Who do you think the Olympian traitor is?