Double update because I was in a good mood today. Just kidding. My brain's fried from the many hours of math and I just wanted to do something that had absolutely no relation to numbers for once. Also because I love this story.

Hours later, I returned to our shared room. Frank and Hazel were obviously done with their kissing, but their lovey-dovey ways did not stop. It was shown by how Frank was hand-feeding Hazel ambrosia and Hazel biting into it obediently. "Really, guys? Could you stop?" I asked, annoyed but also amused. It was hilarious how fast Hazel scrambled backwards, almost falling down from the tree branch where they were sitting if not for the gust of wind I called upon. Frank's face reddened, until he looked painted in red.

"Sephie!" Hazel whined like a petulant child.

"Weren't you with Saturn?" Frank asked, finding his voice. I shot him a look that clearly said really dude? Before sighing and teleporting right next to him. Frank was too used to it to feel shocked, instead slung his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a close hug. I accept it, wrapping my arms around his waist. "We're done." I said, muffled. "No thanks to you two." Hazel laughed, the sound as beautiful as herself. I felt her lips brush past my forehead as they watched me act like a child, squirming into Frank's hold and closing my eyes. I will only be a child to my friends, no one else. Sometimes they would act annoyed, but I knew they loved it, how they were touched I trusted them. Hey, I wasn't that oblivious. Only 95% of the time. Maybe more. But you get my drift!

"We will be parting ways soon. Again." I admitted, unmoving. "Saturn refuses to let us go hunt for the Flame, but he will allow us to work together if we can defeat one of the Gods' bases."

"Together?" A glimmer of hope slipped into Hazel's voice as she almost squeaked out the word. I nodded, turning around to face her while never leaving Frank's lap. "Yeah."

"Which base are we supposed to overwhelm?" Frank asked, patting down my unruly locks. Good for him. "Maybe a night away from Jupiter's home." I said thoughtfully. "With clever estimation, it should be approximately a night away. However, Saturn mentioned the buildings there were more indestructible and harder to destroy."

"Use the dragons. They love you." Hazel suggested. I huffed, though a smile couldn't help but peek out. Yes, they love me, and yes, I love them. It was surprising, to be honest, when I realised all mythology creatures spoke Ancient Greek, which made it easier to communicate.

"Who are you?" This red scaled dragon peered at me with her flaming eyes. I didn't move, just stared back. "I am Prodosia, a commander for Saturn. Who are you?" I spoke quickly in the ancient tongue. The dragon nodded. "I am Enigma. Saturn called for us and asked us for our help to fight against the Gods." I smirked. "So we work for the same cause. How fascinating."

"Most run upon seeing the dragons' eyes." Enigma's mouth didn't move but I did see an amused light in her eyes.

"Are they monstrous, Enigma? I find them beautiful and stunning and magnificent. Daring in their own ways, mysterious in another. Nothing is truly monstrous in my eyes." I hesitated. "Actually, strike that. Nothing is truly monstrous except for the Gods. They are monsters."

Enigma snorted out smoke. Later on I realised that was her way of laughing. "I will enjoy working with you, Prodosia." I took a step back, bowing low. "And I you, Enigma."

Long story short, yeah, we formed a bond. I was the first not to be afraid of them and in turn, they never tried to attack me. BAM! Instant friends. Then there was that issue when I saved Enigma's sister's friend's cousin's cousin. Just a pinkish scaled dragon who just hatched five months ago. How long have we already been in this time? Hmm… Saturn locked us up for 2 months. It took me like 14 months to conquer the 10 towns. Woah. We've been here for a year and a half already. I blinked. Who knew? I just grew used to this place. Not that I spent a lot of time on Titus.

"Sephie and I will invade the… what's the name?" They turned to me. I bit back the what do you take me for? and instead said, "no attachments." Hazel blinked furiously before looking away. "Yeah. I forgot. Forget I said anything." I felt bad for making her sad but what I said was true. No attachments to the place we were invading. It was the only way we could actually finish the mission. It was hard, I'm not going to lie. Hard to watch mortals die. But I needed the Gods to die. So yeah. We made a rule of our own. No attachments, not until we are successful in our raid. If you want me to tell you how many I've killed though, intentionally and unintentionally, the exact number would be 347. I'll leave it to you to say if it's a lot or less. I mean, it's not as much as Hitler, but really, I only killed like 15 people in the Titans' war and 0 in the Giants' war. It's a lot for me. One way to have no attachments is by not knowing the place at all. "It's a good plan." I said encouragingly. "You and I will leave with, say, Enigma, Jaz, and Cop."

"I will go to Earth and catch up with the two of you." Frank nodded. After all, both of us are at 10, he's still at 6.

"Make it faster, boyfriend of mine." Hazel kissed his cheek. "Saturn will provide you with as many Shadow Titans as you could ever need to invade and conquer any land in a matter of minutes." I added, patting his hand. Then, with a sickly grin, I said, "if he refuses, I give you my full approval to try that thing with him." Frank gave me a scandalous look as Hazel burst into fits of laughter. I got up, leaping to a nearby branch before leaping off. This continued until my feet touched solid ground and I flipped back my hair. Waving my hand, a steady stream of water rose from the fountain, forming a circle around me before freezing into a long whip. Don't ask, it somehow works. I figured it was some summoning spell or whatnot. Forming a certain shape in water, freezing it then destroying the ice. The item I formed somehow is in the shattered ice. I took the whip by its handle, snapping it on the ground. Frank's face turned completely red, thinking about it. Since, you know, we both could control water (he could shapeshift. How unfair is that?!) I took it upon myself to teach him in those 2 months we were locked up. He's just… uncomfortable with what I taught him, especially if I wanted him to use it on living things. What? I'm the most sadistic out of the three of us, not ashamed to admit.

"I- er- how…" Frank stumbled through his words before giving up trying to speak and just threw his arms around Hazel as Hazel shadow-travelled both of them down. Hazel laughed lightly, brushing his locks from his face. "Now you've done it, Sephie, you broke my boyfriend!" Her voice grew higher, teasingly. I blew her a kiss accompanied with a wink. "That's my specialty."

"I can imagine Leo saying that. Never thought you would say that." Although Hazel's smile stayed, her eyes twitched. Frank looked down. "Piper would've slapped his head."

"Calypso would've kissed him to shut him up." I joined in, not frowning but not smiling.

"Jason would look at him as if wondering if Leo still had any brain cells."

"Leo would see that look." Frank said softly. "And exclaimed in that hyper voice of his how he was insulted by Jason."

"And Annabeth would threaten Leo at knifepoint for him to shut up." I instantly evaporated the tear that fell.

"And you would've laughed and kissed her, telling her to calm down." Hazel whispered, walking over to me to give me a side hug. "She would transfer that anger to you, and hunt you down, but you would be laughing because you claimed that was her way of showing her love." The earth rumbled and a slab of stone rose up. I sat down, burying my face in my hands. My body racked with tears. I knew exactly what was going on. Unintended, yes, but I knew what they were doing, what they were silently asking me to do. "How am I supposed to move on, Haze? I knew what I was risking when I agreed—to never be able to see her again. I don't even think our love can survive for millenia without her beside me. She might not even like me when she is born!" Hazel rubbed small circles around my back. I heard Frank walking over, sitting down on my other side, joining our little hug. How did we get here?

"Maybe it's time to stop being strong and unreachable, Sephie." Hazel said softly. "Maybe it's time to grieve. You were always so busy taking care of us, you became so strung up. We need this as much as you do, but you need to grieve, Sephie. No one can handle their life being ruined in a day, watching all your friends, girlfriend, parents die. It's not healthy for you. You fell apart as I mentioned Leo but you can't always do that. Annabeth wouldn't have wanted that, for you to cry when their names are mentioned but brush it off like nothing happened."

"It isn't good for you." Frank said. "So just let it out. No one will judge you, not here. Annabeth loves you, Sephie, we all do. Yes, your love, your romantic love won't live, I won't butter it up for you, but you can choose how to deal with that news. You can grow heartless and unforgiving. You can cry and become vulnerable for enemies to kill. Or you can be sensible and just let it go." My body froze for a single second. I think it was all the warning they got, before the dam just broke.

Hazel POV

Percy didn't stop, not for a long time. She cried until her tears ran out and her throat became hoarse. Still, she continued, until it only became her shaking with tears. I stayed there, head bowed down resting on her shoulder as my arms were around her body. She always took care of me—she and Frank—I wanted to do the same. Percy might've appeared to be like an unmovable goddess, but she wasn't. Maybe in time, but definitely not now. She buried herself in work, going into the finest details to improve her cities, never leaving time to think of what happened. I understand that, I really did. Who wanted to dwell on all the deaths? All the lost opportunities? But we need to move on if we want to change the world. The future isn't set in stone, a once famous saying. Frank was the more blunt one, but he was right. Percy needed to make a choice. Annabeth's birth chances were slim if we killed Minerva (we won't since Percy won't be able to live with herself seeing as Minerva looked way too much like her daughter) and she won't be the same Annabeth Percy fell in love with. I honestly have no doubt Annabeth wouldn't be the only one Percy loves, but I know it will take a while to move on. She will always be Percy's first love, will always have a piece of her heart. But I think I speak for everyone when I say she would've wanted Percy to move on. Now, as her friends, it's our mission to help her do that.

Frank leaned over, capturing my lips. I kissed back for like a second before pulling away. Percy had cried herself to sleep, with tear streaks on her face. I wiped them away gently, as Frank collected some water to wash her face. He was getting good, I must admit, for someone who was reluctant to learn about his new found power. All those talk about being jealous about Percy was now tossed out the window as I used to watch Percy get frustrated at Frank as she tried to teach him.

"She'll heal." Frank said, although I wasn't sure if he was reassuring me or him. "She's strong, she'll heal. And she'll be better than ever."

"I'm not sure about the last part." I corrected. "But she will survive. That's what we can do for now."

A pause.

"You think she'll get over Annabeth?"

"She has to if she's going to succeed here." I said, biting the inside of my cheek. "But we'll help her, won't we?"

Frank bent down and picked her up. Percy's head lolled over but I adjusted her so she wouldn't get a neck ache when she woke up. Frank carried her over to the willow tree as I summoned moss for him to place Percy on.

We walked away to a further distance to talk safely. "Who knew this would happen?" I asked theatrically.

"Who knew we would fight for the Titans?" Frank asked, though none of us expected an answer from the other.

"We fight for the demigods and those who lost their lives to the Gods' selfish whims, Frankie, not for the Titans." I corrected with a tut.

"We also killed a lot." I fell silent. What was 500 deaths compared to billions of lives lost to the Gods? But I knew it wasn't that simple. We haven't counted the people the Titans killed, or those accidentally killed. We tried, but sometimes, you can't change things without death. All those people, to stay in Asphodel, forgotten. That was cruel, even for my father. No, not my father. Pluto. Who says they deserve to be forgotten? So what if they didn't do anything heroic? They were there. They tried to be better. That's what matters. Yes, the heroes deserve their rest, but all those people don't deserve to be forgotten. So many problems, going on for millenia, because the Gods were too stubborn and egoistic to see change.

"There would've been more deaths if we hadn't been there, deaths that they wouldn't have cared about." I whisper, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. I still haven't changed back, but at least I was growing used to this. Before all this is over, I'll convince Saturn to change me back.

"But their blood is on our hands."

"We knew what would've happened when we accepted the Fates' deal."

"Have you imagined our life if we didn't?"

"We would've been long dead, and the Gods will continue killing." I whirled around to face him. "Frank, we chose this. Or at least I did. We had to be a voice to change this. Please, tell me you understand." I pressed my hand flat on his cheek. His hand covered mine, eyes telling me lengths. "It doesn't mean I do not regret the deaths. Humans come everyday to the cities, seeking refuge. They do not care how much blood taints my hands."

"I don't care either, Frank, I don't judge you for it. I have done the same, I have experienced being ruthless. The rush is exhilarating, but you soon calm down and you see the mess around you, the damage you've done. I fear, if not for Sephie's rule of no attachments, we would've broke long ago."

Frank stayed silent for, say, 10 minutes. Then he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Sephie will always be better than us when it comes to ruthlessness."

"No one can say whether it is a good thing or not."

I clasped my hands together. There was no way of counting time. The last time we tried to count it, we gave up after a month. Somehow, by the Fates' will, we know how many years it has been, how many months. It is a blessing, yet a curse. We know how much time has gone, how much time we spent to rebuild the places we now call home. We know how long the Titans' War has been going on for. But the specific days? The Fates were not so kind. Soon, we would come to think of birthdays like I feel like I forgot something. It was my birthday yesterday wasn't it? The days would blur together, and we will continue killing, leaving destruction behind in our paths. So bent on revenge, we weren't even living at this rate, we were existing.

"We're fucked up, aren't we?" Frank wasn't expecting an answer. I didn't give him one he wanted. Reaching up, I framed his face with my hands, planting a kiss on his lips. "We always say after this war we will change but that isn't so true, is it Frank? Maybe we will always be fucked up, we will never heal, not completely. But at least we tried. We came here together, we will always be together. Soon, we'll regain the meaning of living. Of happiness. Today isn't the day. Not until we conquer that land, we get the Flame, and we destroy the problems of this world." The cause of the problems went unsaid. It was always the Gods. No one else could create such hectic problems. Now I wonder if the Fates would even allow us to harm the Gods. Maybe the Fates didn't send us to fight these Gods because they gave up on our Gods. Maybe they did so so that we wouldn't interfere with the events of the past. Maybe they never intended for us to change the past. Not entirely. Not completely. Played by them again. We seethed in rage more than once.

"A practice. A test." Frank nodded. "To prepare us for our true targets." I echoed the words of a conversation we had in a dream before. I hate how we had to wait for all of us to be asleep to converse. That there was a different time frame. It was horrible. We glanced back at Percy. She groaned, like in the middle of a nightmare.

"It started with the three of us, when Letus was chained." I said with a strained smile. "It continued when we met the Fates." Frank continued.

"It will end with the three of us," I finished. "The Gods will fall and finally, we can live how we want to live. To be who we want. But never will we fall apart."

"We changed." Frank sighed, kissing me again. I leaned into his touch. I remember Percy's anguish, the pain she wanted to hide from us to act like the leader she was born to be. I remember late nights, waking up from a nightmare only to have my best friend and boyfriend beside me, comforting me. I remember hearing hushed conversations between Percy and Frank, as Frank mourned for our friends where he didn't want me to see, not wanting to be weak in front of me. The sleepless nights, training until we were ready to collapse, afraid of Hypnos. We did change. We changed, we were cruelly shaped. "We changed." I echoed. "We may act like immortals, above the people of Earth."

"But deep down, we have weaknesses. We have vulnerable moments. We are still humans, despite everything." Frank finished. I couldn't find words truer than that.