The Demigod Revolution

by IIAPOLLYII

He's done being their pawn. He's tired of fighting their wars, doing their quest, and seeing his friends die all for nothing. He's sick of being the Gods's plaything. Enough is enough. It's time to leave, escape from their reign and live a life that's worth living. He'll be labeled a traitor and hunted for the remainder of his days but that's ok. REMAINDER OF SUMMARY INSIDE

22. Chapter 22 : Blood Soaked Ashes

"Percy." His mother's faint voice whispered from above.

"Mom?" The demigod groggily questioned, rubbing his eyes.

"Percy." She said once more, causing the son of Poseidon to sharply intake a breath of air. Why was he hearing her voice? Memories flooded his head of that night that already seemed so long ago. The blood pooling around his mother's body, the body of Paul leaning against the wall with a thousand-yard stare in his eyes, the power and satisfaction he had felt when killing those three demigods, it was all coming back to him. They were dead. All of them. Hearing her voice was impossible which meant this had to be a dream.

"My sweet baby boy."

"You're so brave."

"I love you so so much."

'It isn't your fault."

Percy clutched his head in pain as the whispers of his late mother flooded his ears. They were coming from everywhere around him, overriding his senses.

"No! Get out of my head!" He yelled as the whispers kept repeating. It sounded as if they were right next to his ears. He didn't want to hear her voice. The scars. The pain. It was too fresh for his already broken mind to handle.

"You'll beat this world."

"Stop…Please." Percy begged, taking his hands off his ears after feeling a slick wet feeling pressing against them. Opening his eyes, he saw that they were entirely covered with blood. Beneath him laid a fine white sheet that looked to be covering something. The whispers had stopped but the atmosphere had taken a darker, heavier tone. He didn't want to see what laid beneath the sheet but his hand wasn't listening to his brain as it reached out and gripped it. His blood pumped and hands shook heavily against the cloth as he slowly lifted it.

"ACK" Percy choked out at the sight of his mother. It looked as if her body had been laying on the ground for ages. The skin was peeling and maggots had burrowed into any hole they could find on her person. It was a sight he knew would be etched into his mind and give him nightmares forever.

"Oh, mom." He wept, caressing her cheek just as she had done to him that night to calm him. Besides his crying, the room was deathly silent. A soft cry of a baby drew his attention towards his sister's room. Was she still alive? Did she somehow manage to avoid the lightning strike? Turning his attention back to his mother, he was suddenly met by her deathly face staring at him eye level. The hollow eye sockets that seemed to have an endless abyss in them stared back. Her mouth was agape causing all insects to fly out towards his direction. Percy, now horrified, flew backwards as he heard his mother croak out his name.

"Percy!"

"AHHH!" He screamed loudly as his body jolted upwards from his bed. Desperately trying to stop his pounding heart and the ringing in his ears, he failed to realize the door to his room being opened.

"Percy?" A voice asked from his side, startling the demigod enough to pull out Riptide. The voice had reminded him of that horrific dream enough to the point where he couldn't tell if he was awake in reality or not.

"Woah, Woah, son! Calm down. It's just me." Poseidon walked into the room with his hands raised. He had a look of concern on his face as he watched his only mortal son act as if he were a cornered animal. It took the demigod a few seconds to realize where he was. Taking a shaky breath, he capped his sword before sitting down on the beside with a huff.

"Gods, i-it felt so real. Like she was right there in front of me." He rubbed his eyes that threatened to spill tears. That was honestly the worst demigod dream he had ever experienced in his life. Something he hoped to never see again. It already was going to plague his mind enough when he was awake.

"Son, I…I really don't know what to say." Poseidon stood at his side, putting a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Shaking it off violently, Percy craned his head upwards with a furious look in his eyes.

'Where were you?" He seethed. "I prayed to you. I called out your name when she was bleeding out on the floor. So, where the fuck were you!" By now the demigod was in Poseidon's face, furious at the fact his father, who he thought would care about his mother enough to protect her, wasn't there to help.

"Son, I didn't even know you were in New York." Poseidon answered truthfully. "Your presence was masked by the mist. Not even that, the entire building where Sally lived was. The only reason I could get you out in time was you overpowered the mist to the point that your aura was basically a beacon, allowing me to know your location."

With each word, Percy's anger directed at his father slowly began to dissipate. He knew he was being unfair at the moment. Poseidon would've gotten his mother out of there in a moment if he had known what was going on. The blame wasn't meant to be put on his father's shoulders. Instead, the blame, his anger, his hate, should be directed towards one man. One God, that has caused untold amounts of misery to not only him but the world.

"Zeus." Percy spat the name out, the word burning his tongue as if it were poison. He had done this. He had killed his mother. His sister. Paul. He had killed them all just for the chance to kill him. To get back at him for leaving Olympus, stealing his demigods and thriving in a camp where they didn't worship him or the other Gods. His teeth clenched heavily at the thought of all what Zeus had done over the years. All the pain and anxiety he had caused him just because he's a son of his brother.

"Yes. It seems my brother has broken the very laws he set in place and attacked you without any provocation." Poseidon replied with a scowl written across his face. It was a cowardly thing his brother had done and something he would never forgive him of.

"The next son Zeus has; I'll make sure he drowns before he can even see the light of the sun. I'll rip his mother's limbs from her body and place her head on Zeus's throne!" The sea God yelled with venom, causing the entire palace of Atlantis to shake.

"NO!" His son yelled back just as loudly. "We do not lower ourselves to his level. We must be better than that." He looked at his father dead in the eyes who reluctantly nodded his head in understanding. He knew of Poseidon's fury that was outmatched by no one, but he wouldn't allow him to do that, not anymore at least. He remembered the stories of Poseidon's anger which killed thousands of innocents. It was the only thing Percy was ashamed of at his father.

"But what do we do, Percy? You're not the only one who wants revenge on Zeus. His unimpeded choices that have caused so much pain and chaos have gone on long enough. Now that he's directly tried to kill you, I won't sit idly by." Poseidon asked, causing Percy to sit back down and rub his tired eyes.

"I know and we will get back at him. Firstly, however, I'm trying to figure out why he drew me all the way out to New York. Was it to kill me himself by using m-mom as bait?" Percy choked over name, looking to his father for answers. Why wouldn't Zeus have just sent another God out to search for him? Surely he wanted not only him but the location of his camp so that he could hit two birds with one stone. But why risk losing that information by simply killing him. Unless…Zeus already knew that information and was up to something Percy couldn't see at the moment.

"Oh shit." Poseidon said, snapping his fingers once he realized what Zeus's game was. Percy hastily stood up, feeling fear rise in his chest as he looked at his father's anxious face. "Oh shit, this isn't good." He repeated.

"Dad, what is it?!" The demigod anxiously asked, which made Poseidon bring up a now destroyed Iris image of Camp Half-Blood. Looking closer, he could see that many of the buildings were destroyed with many demigod shrouds placed along the beach. The ground was literally scorched along with a partial portion of the woods. It must've been a massacre judging by how many there were.

'I heard the camp was attacked. I saw it on Hephaestus T.V. Who did it?"

"You did." Poseidon pointed a finger at him as he swiped the image away.

"W-What?! I did?! I was all the way in fucking Alaska!" Percy angrily replied but stopped when his father raised a hand to interrupt.

"I know that. Anyone with half a brain can understand that! But Zeus managed to convince most of the Greeks and Romans that it was you who did it."

"What?" Percy said with betrayal evident in his tone. His father nodded his head as if he had heard the many questions that raced in his son's head. They actually believed he had done it. His own people thought he was an enemy now. After all he had done for them. After all he's sacrificed!

"Surely not my own friends. M-My own family. After everything I've done for them, they surely could see through Zeus's lies, right?"

"I'm sorry, son. Zeus had been planning it for quite some time. He had everything go in his favor to frame you. Even had someone swear on the River Styx that it was you." He heard his father say which made his heart sink even further.

"Dad, I swear to you this wasn't me. I swear I would never do something like that to my own people!"

"I know, son. I know." Poseidon hugged him, reassuring that he believed every word.

"Who swore on the river?" Percy asked, causing the sea God to stiffen. Releasing his hold, Percy looked at his father's eyes that darted back and forth. "Dad, who did it?" He asked once more.

"Percy, you're not gonna like what I'm about to say."

"Dad…Who. Did. It?" He asked, breathing in between words. His stress was at an all-time max at the moment. His body couldn't afford any more surprises.

"The daughter of Athena. Annabeth Chase."

Percy stood as still as a statue, his brain trying to comprehend what his father had just told him. His breathing stopped as his knees turned to jelly. He was lucky Poseidon was there to catch him before he hit the tile floor.

"Woah, son. Calm yourself." Poseidon tried to soothe, setting him down on the bedside. His vision was tunneled, breathing erratic, and entire body shaking. He was vaguely aware of his father screaming in his ear but couldn't make out any words. This panic attack -the only way he could describe it- continued on for at least five minutes until his body had managed to calm itself. The ringing in his ears subsided and could finally make out what his father was trying to say.

"There you go. There you go." He whispered, glad that Percy had gone back to normal. He knew this was too much for him to take especially considering what all happened in the past twenty-four hours. But he knew that Percy needed to know these things. He needed to know what was to come.

"I'm sorry that you had to learn this way, Percy." He spoke, handing his son a glass of nectar in which he took small sips.

"W-Why would she say those things? Turn our family against me?" He asked shakily, a lone tear streaking down his cheek.

"I don't know, son. That night she saw you, some way or another. And her swearing on that Godsforsaken river was all it took for the others to believe."

"Oh Gods." Percy muttered, feeling as if he were back in Tartarus. Everything was going to shit in his life. His family. His friends. He was losing it all so quickly. What was he even to do now? Cleary something happened that night that made even Annabeth, the smartest mortal alive, believe that it was him that attacked their own. The only logical conclusion that he could make at the moment was that Zeus had something to do with it. He needed to find out what that was and when he did, he could make everyone see that he hadn't betrayed them.

"It might be too late for that, Percy." Poseidon interrupted his thoughts.

"What do you mean?" His head sharply shot up.

"When Zeus managed to convince everyone that you had attacked first, he ordered a force of one thousand comprising both Greek and Roman demigods to go to your camp and raze it to the ground." The God answered.

"FUCK!" Percy yelled, kicking a nightstand which sent it flying across the room. Poseidon cautiously looked upwards at the cracks beginning to form on the roof above them. It seemed Atlantis couldn't endure all the power and anger coming from both entities of the sea.

"I tried to warn you before it was too late." Poseidon interjected with raised hands, seeing that Percy was about to blow up at him again for not telling him sooner. "I sent Thetis to warn you but when she came back, she said you wouldn't listen to her and instead had jumped into the river."

He didn't bother telling Percy that he had also scared Thetis that night when she saw him. He remembered her barging into his throne room with a look he had never seen before. Gods don't get scared of demigods but the power his son had displayed that night certainly frightened her. Something not even he had managed to do.

"Send me to camp right fucking now! I need to know if they're ok!" Percy grabbed his father's shoulders tightly. Looking into his eyes, Poseidon could see just how desperate and broken his son was getting. Losing his family and learning that his friends thought he was some sort of killer in one day was certainly causing him to crack. He just hoped that his new camp that he had poured his blood, sweat and tears into wasn't suffering the same fate as Camp Half-Blood. Because if it was, then Poseidon truly feared what type of effect it would have on his son. He was walking the edge and one little mishap would certainly send him tumbling over.

"Alright but I'm coming with you. If the army is there, then that could mean some Gods Zeus had secretly sent along with them are as well." The God replied. He hoped that wasn't the case as he really didn't want to risk fighting in Alaska. There was no telling what would happen to him if he were to lose a fight considering the massive power loss he would incur simply by being on that soil. He didn't know if he would reform back in Tartarus or simply fade, and he wasn't looking to find out. But Percy needed him at the moment, and he would do anything to protect his son. If that meant traveling to lands that not even the Gods visited, then so be it.

With that, both father and son disappeared in a golden flash from the Atlantean palace. It wasn't until a moment later when they reappeared in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. Immediately, Poseidon's knees buckled as his feet touched the Alaskan soil. Clutching his trident tightly, he used it as a makeshift cane as his body tried to adjust. It felt like gravity was pushing down on his shoulders, trying its best to make him crumble. His powers were also drained significantly like he had expected, making him feel more demigod rather than God. His mind went off track for a moment as he wondered who was more powerful at the moment, him or Percy?

Without another word, Percy took off running into the woods, leaving his father behind to fend for himself. Poseidon had flashed them a couple miles away from camp unfortunately which he couldn't fault him for. No immortal, even his father, knew or even seen where Camp Freedom was. Flashing them directly to it would've taken a miracle.

"Wait!" He heard Poseidon yell behind him but paid no heed to it. He needed to know if camp was alright. He needed to know if his people were still alive and if they were he needed to warn them that an attack was imminent. The demigods of Camp Half-Blood after suffering an attack of that magnitude would certainly be out for revenge. And if the Romans were there with them as well then his people stood no chance against a force of one-thousand vengeful demigods. He just hoped that if the army had already attacked that they would be merciful towards his people. Remembering just how many shrouds he had seen on that beach however put a lot of doubt in his mind that they would. That thought spurred him to run faster through the woods. His vision was a blur as he jumped over rocks and fallen trees, dodging hanging branches and skillfully running on narrow paths.

"Please be ok." He repeatedly said in his head. If they weren't and his home was destroyed at the hands of his own people, people he had grown up with, he wouldn't know what to do. It would feel like all of this would have been for nothing. A waste of time. A waste of a life that Hazel had sacrificed.

"No! I won't let that happen!" Percy yelled to himself as he jumped across a cliffside. Hazel's death won't be vain! His family and home will survive! He'll stop the incoming force and tell them that it wasn't him that had attacked. He'll swear it on the Styx right in front of them. Then he'll confront Zeus right in front of the other Olympians and maybe, hopefully, they'll kick his ass on their behalf. Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

As he ran however, he could feel that hope reserved in his heart begin to dwindle. The smell of smoke was evident in the air, a stark contrast to the pristine pine he was so used to. There was also something else. A smell he was more accustomed to on the battlefield and in Tartarus. It was a smell that seeped dread into his very bones and caused his adrenaline to spike, pushing him to run faster. It was the smell of burnt flesh. Jumping over a boulder he could see that he was almost out of the woods which opened up to reveal the infamous cliff overlooking the camp but the first thing he noticed was the large plume of smoke rising in the distance. Stopping in front of the cliff, he could feel his body drop to its knees as he overlooked Camp Freedom.

"No." He whispered in horror as he looked below. The camp, his home, was gone. All that remained was a burning pile of ash. There was no evidence that the land had once been a thriving settlement filled with demigods. No buildings, farms or animals remained standing. It had all been destroyed.

"No. Oh Gods please no!" Percy breathlessly yelled into the wind as he put his hands on his head. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was all happening way too fast. He was just here yesterday! How could this have occurred in such a short amount of time. Hearing footsteps behind him, he didn't bother to turn around as he continued to stare out towards his home.

"Percy…don't leave…me…like that." Poseidon huffed as he tried to regain his breath. Running was something he hadn't done in Gods know how many years. Losing his power on top of that had put a strain on his body that he was most certainly not accustomed to. But his breathing had suddenly come to a halt as he realized what his son was doing. He looked defeated with his shoulders slumped and hands on his heads in a disbelieving way. Looking past him, he noticed the smoke billowing from the valley below. He could see the ruined foundations of buildings burning, tons of ashes on the ground and judging by the smell of burnt flesh, some of those chard rocks weren't rocks at all. They were bodies.

"Gods." Poseidon whispered as he looked out at all the destruction the army of Olympus had caused. This was way worse than what was inflicted upon Camp Half-Blood. He didn't have much time to spectate however as they were on the move once again with Percy scaling down the cliff as if he were some mountain goat. Before he knew it, his son was already at the bottom and running towards the camp which was still a mile out.

"For fuck's sake!" The God yelled as he tried his best to scale down the cliff without sending himself over the edge. He had just gotten here and would very much like it if he didn't die within the first hour! He had to admit it though. Demigods were certainly more athletic than the Gods. He certainly couldn't pull off all the stunts Percy was doing without any powers. Maybe he could've if he was in his younger days but now, he was just some old, lazy bastard who took his powers for granted. Smirking to himself despite the situation, he realized Alaska was already teaching him things that he wouldn't have known if he hadn't come here. It was certainly a land not welcoming to Gods.

When Percy had finally arrived at the perimeter of camp, the first thing he noticed was not the burnt buildings on the ground. Nor was it the scorched farm that seemed to have taken the flames to the beginning of the woods. It was the blood-soaked grass beneath his feet. Despite the smell of ash and fire, he could still make out the rich iron smell of blood permeating through the wind. It sickened him to the point of wanting to throw up. It was overwhelming and reminded him of his mother's apartment that night.

"It must've been a massacre." He thought to himself as he looked down at his shoes that were now painted with a fine sheet of red. But as he walked throughout the camp, he noticed that there were no bodies. No weapons discarded on the ground. No shields. Arrows. Stray limbs. There was nothing here besides ash. Wandering over to where House Pine used to be, he noticed a soft, yellow glint sticking out through the pile of ash. Bending over, he shifted through it until pulling out a golden coin. Jason's golden coin. Wiping the ash off it which revealed the image of a sword, Percy softly held it against his head. Was Jason, the man he loved like a brother, dead? Or did he manage to escape? Was he taken as a prisoner? So many questions flooded Percy's head about the fate of not only Jason but the others as well, causing his anger to grow to the point where he punched the ground as hard as he could.

"FUCKKKKKK!" The son of Poseidon yelled, his strong voice echoing throughout the valley like a jet engine. The power of his punch was enough to alter the landscape as both he and Poseidon watched a landslide begin to occur on a mountain miles away. The sound of the crashing rock and dirt was enough to echo even all the way back to them, but Percy didn't care. He just wanted his family back.

"Son, I'm so sorry." His father broke the silence, walking up to his side. "I don't know what to say. I've never experienced anything like what you're going through. I just- I don't-"

Suddenly, the sound of movement coming from the treeline interrupted their one-sided conversation, causing Percy to bring out Riptide in a flash. His grip was vice locked around the handle as he stared like a wolf towards the trees that managed not to be burnt by the raging fire.

"Come out!" The demigod yelled with authority. He was in no mood for games and if there were still enemies out there in the woods looking for stranglers then by the Gods he would make them pay for what they've done to his home. He'll kill every last one of them if it meant avenging his family.

"I said come out! I won't ask again! If you don't, I'll just kill you on the spot!" He yelled once more which finally drew the unknown assailant out from the woods.

"P-Percy?! I-Is that you?!" A familiar voice called out, causing Percy to almost drop his sword. Appearing out of the woodline was none other Fletcher Mahomes. Along with him were two other demigods he recognized. One being Ben, son of Nike and one of the original demigods to come to camp. The other was Emily, daughter of Demeter and also one of the first settlers.

"It is!" Emily yelled as she ran over to the son of Poseidon before practically jumping on top of him, giving him a hug that could rival the strength of Ares. He could feel tears prickle against his neck as he felt the girl shake in his arms. The battle must've been hard on her.

"Gods, I'm so glad you three are alive." Percy said as the two other boys came in for a group hug.

"We thought you died, man." Fletcher replied, slapping him on the shoulder to see if he was actually real or not.

"Yeah, the big house was the first to explode. We all thought you were still in it." Emily pitched in, wiping her tears away with her sleeve. Percy's grip tightened on his sword that he was still holding. So, they used the same method as what was inflicted upon Camp Half-Blood. They bombed the fucking place. The thought of that absolutely infuriated him to no end.

"No, I'm still alive as you can see. I had to go back to my home in New York that night right after the council of uppers meeting. Zeus had managed to lure me away before the battle began." Percy answered, a dark look forming over his face. The trio didn't want to ask details about what happened to him seeing the grief that was written on his features. Whatever it was, it was serious enough to make him leave his home in such a hurry. If Percy wanted to tell them, he would. Just not right now. There was still much that needed to be discussed and even more that needed to be done.

"Are there any more of you?" The son of Poseidon asked, bring the conversation elsewhere.

"No. It's just us three along with-"

"PERCY!" The loud, high-pitched voice of a little girl screamed out. Once again, the green-eyed man was bombarded with hugs as Lyah, the dryad he had known for close to a year, jumped on top of him. Hugging her back with an equal amount of force, he couldn't help the smile he gained as he held the little dryad. He was glad that she made it. Considering just how badly burnt a portion of the woods were, she was lucky her tree that contained her life essence wasn't hit.

"Lyah was actually the one to save us. She led us to a cave that had some weird triangle symbol at the entrance. We hunkered down there until we thought the enemy had left." Ben said, causing Percy's eyes to widen as he turned to his father who he had forgotten who was there. Poseidon had an equal amount of shock written on his face but subtly gestured to Percy to keep quiet about the cave entrance.

"Why don't we keep that little fact to ourselves, guys. Okay?" Percy replied as he set Lyah back down on her feet. The younger demigods were confused but nodded their heads to his demand.

"Who's your friend, Perce? He looks a lot like you." Emily asked as she pointed at the God in question. Not like they knew he was a God. The three of them had never been to the other camps before nor Olympus. Never seen any art of the Gods or even pictures of them. It was all just word of mouth.

"I'm his father. Pleasure to meet you all." Poseidon replied albeit awkwardly. He wasn't used to not being recognized and immediately bowed to.

"Oh! Uhhhhh…" The trio said in unison, their brains short circuiting as they finally realized who they were standing before.

"Do we bow or something like that?" Fletcher whispered to Percy.

"No. Don't bow. Just greet him like you would any other demigod." Percy replied, much to the shock of everyone including Poseidon.

"He's at our home. A home we built to escape the Gods and live a life free from them. Although he is on our side, I ask he respects that." The son of Poseidon directed that more towards his father who although hesitant nodded his head.

"Well, if that's the case put it there, dude." Fletcher walked forward, offering Poseidon a fist bump. Percy almost slapped his face when his father simply clasped the boy's hand like he were giving him a handshake. Talk about awkward. Fletcher gave an awkward laugh before stepping away, the scene now filled with a tense silence.

"Ok well now that introductions are out of the way, tell me. Where are all the bodies? The ground is soaked in blood but there's nothing else." Percy asked which made the trio's mood dampen. Without a word they gestured for him to follow as they led him in the woods. It only took a few minutes before they came to a clearing. Percy's breath caught as he took in the sight of all the fresh mounds of dirt that he realized were graves. He counted eighty which made his heart sink. Eighty lives were lost that night. Eighty of his friends and family killed in a single night. The thought sickened him to his stomach.

"These are all our people. The enemy took their dead back with them." Emily said to his side, staring out into the field.

"How many on their side."

"Over fifty, I think." She replied.

"Not enough if you ask me!" Ben said behind them, his tone taking a more sinister pitch which surprised Percy. Emily nudged his arm as they watched the boy walk over to a grave that already had some sort of memento placed upon it.

"His sister Ashely was killed. We could only find her head." She whispered. Percy's eyes threatened to spill at that revelation. Ashley was always a fun girl to be around. She and Ben, although annoying at times, were the life of the party when together. Walking up to the grave, Percy stood beside Ben as they looked down up the grave of Ashley.

"I just lost a sister myself. Trust me, I know what you're feeling." Percy said, causing Ben to turn towards him with a look of shock upon his face. The son of Poseidon's eyes never looked away though because if he did, he knew Ben would see just how much pain he was in at the moment. The group stayed silent as Percy walked up to each and every grave, inspecting it to the minute detail. He read off every name and seared it inside his head. He would never forget their names and would never forget what they meant to Camp Freedom. He was late saving his mother, sister and Paul. He was late saving Camp. He was late every single fucking time when people needed him most. The least he could do was honor them now that they were gone from this world.

"What'd they do with the survivors after the battle was over?" The son of Poseidon asked once he could no longer bear being in front of the graves of his friends and family. Walking out of the woods in a hurry, he listened to Fletcher as he began to recount the night.

"From what I could see they had rounded them all up before marching them out the valley. My guess would be that they took them to the border of the state." He said which made Percy think.

"That must mean they're taking them to Olympus. They're probably interrogating them on my whereabouts." Percy mused.

"Everyone thinks you're dead, Percy. Our morale was so low because of that we could barely fight." Emily pitched in, shuddering when she remembered all the horrific screams.

"Even if the demigods of Camp Half-Blood think you're alive, Zeus probably thinks you're dead too after what he did that night to you." Poseidon said, causing Percy to nod his head. Poseidon had just barely gotten him out of there in time before the building collapsed.

"The building collapse means there's no bodies to be recovered. They probably incinerated from Zeus's lightning." Percy's dark, intrusive thoughts spoke up, causing his jaw to clench.

"Shut up!" Percy said to no one in particular which made the group look at him in confusion. "Sorry. Just thinking to myself." He said once he shook himself out of his stupor.

"So, what do we do now? Our home is destroyed. We have no supplies to last us a night and most of our surviving friends and family are captured on Olympus."

It took some time for Percy to come up with a plan and even when he did, it certainly was one he had absolutely no faith in. But when has he ever put faith in one of his plans? The situation always works its way out one way or another.

"For now, we're going to Pine Woods to rest up and get some supplies." He stated to the group.

"Then what?"

"We'll go get our family back."

~A/N~Damn, is this like the fifth chapter this month? I can't remember the last time I've done that. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Be ready for the next one. Probably gonna be the darkest one I've written yet. Also for all you Fanfiction readers, go follow my Wattpad IIAPOLLYII. I usually post the newest chapters there first, although only by a few minutes. Also have some stories on there that haven't been posted on fanfiction because I don't consider them good enough. Anyway, have a good one!