PERCYS POV

It seemed like a entire millennia ago, on the field of battle- during the siege of the empire state building. He stood there, riptide in hand. Invulnerable. The defensive ring keeping the monsters from entering. But he watched as demigods fell- a spear through a neck- a stab through a chest- All he could do was fight harder- that was what he had always done. A burning shame came to his head- grief. He should of fought harder- for Bianca, Zoë, so many more… he had failed all of them. His rage had overcame him. Then a blade bounced of his chest, he weaved past a spear and his sword was brought down on an enemy.

Then the field of battle transformed,into the pit. His memories of Tatarus before him, Bob, Damesen, Annabeth.. Nyx, Akhlllys... He saw the doors of death the two titans, and then Tatarus standing over him as he had done. A wave of hopeless fear washed over him- it was over. He would die. He saw terror itself stare him in the eye- he was apposed to be stronger- but tatarus had broken him in a second. And then he saw Annabeth next to him, looking almost dead.

His mind stumbled out of the flashback- he was here. In the hunters camp- was he? He shook himself back to his senses.

It seemed that even if he had escaped Tatarus physically, even if he had walked the jewel and stone floors of the House of Hades, even if had breathed the fresh Greek air, so contrasting to the poisonous sulfur that was the air of Tatarus, he could not escape his own mind, still chained down there just like doors of death had been.

Yet with all his wishes, it seemed every monster he had struck down would have there revenge. Not by the blade, but by his mind. Ever since the first death he saw, ever since he had shed the first blood- a process in his mind had been started. A pendulum that could not be stopped, only delayed from striking and sending the other ball up in the air, which was his last hold on sanity.

He mentally had always questioned himself- why was he like this? Why was he so mentally driven to battle- why did he find fulfillment wielding a blade? Born a hero, he understood his duty. But was his suffering the awards other people reaped?

Battle effected him more then he let on- he had to be strong. Not for his sake- but the sake of the people he led. Yet it seemed he was not fated to find peace, even after the Titan war. Then came her bovine majesty Hera, who had to turn his life into on e big pile of shit. And then he had fought more, without question. Only a tool in the grand scheme of things- used and tossed aside.

Then came Tatarus. Had his service not been enough? The fates had made him tread through literal hell- and for what? For the rest of them to be struck down? Then came the bloodshed in the battle against the massive legion of monsters. That was of another proportion. Here he was again now, cast as one of the cards on the poker table. Atleast it was more willingly then not this time. But Yet peace had not been upon him. The past kept flashing through his mind- he could not get one good night of sleep. One gods forsaken night was to much for the fates to allow. The memories constantly came, of Tatarus and more.

The same memories that had been jackhammered into his conscious kept flashing. He was having a PTSD attack- being held in the hunters camp had only accelerated his anxiety of the past 12 hours. The same few deaths- replaying in his head over and over again. When would it stop? When would it end? When would he be free from these gods forsaken torturous memories.

He found a bit of irony in the situation. He found his purpose and life on the field of battle- but his worst demons appeared from it. There was that same voice in the back of his head- he wasn't good enough to save them. He could not keep himself from bursting into tears. He had failed again, just like he failed so many people. He tried to tell himself he had not, out loud. "No, no you didn't fail! You didn't fail! You didn't fail!" As if repeating it would make him feel better. But it was for nothing. He let out a guttural sob, completely breaking down. For the first time in months, in the hunters tent, he let his bottled up feelings out. The war of his father and Zeus had accelerated his mind to a breaking point; he was on the edge of Insanity.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." He kept muttering between his sobs. Now what? He had failed, but maybe they could make peace… but was there any greener Pasteur for him after the war, would there be anything waiting for him? He was not a fool, and he knew he was probably used up by now. What would he do in the future? He had never asked hi.self this question. He was a warrior, and he had been for his entire life; so what was next? Who did he have to return to? All of them were gone.

Where did everything go so wrong? He could not bear it anymore. Being in this stupid camp with his stupid feelings- he wanted to get out. But he was still shackled. He couldn't even take his frustration out… but as the searing pain in his mind grew hotter, the reminder os his failure- he couldn't do anything else but let out a shout- one of rage mixed in with a man on the edge of insanity- on the edge of his own doom to not the blade, but his own feelings. It seemed ironic that as a warrior, the blade might not strike him down, but the aftermath of using the blade. Part of him thought he deserved it- even if his loyalty had been partially shattered- it still remained. Part of him still blamed himself for everything that had happened, and it seemed that this effected him the most.

Why couldn't he have pushed himself father? He was a warrior. He had failed them all. He had failed himself also. Now he was over the edge. He wanted to do nothing but let his rage out- maybe on the celestial bronze chains. He knew nothing could break them- they were well made, but that didn't stop him from trying. Bashing his hands against the ground, he let out another cry and another. He couldn't even break out of these chains. Why had he been offered godhood. He was usless. This time'- he was sent into another memory- it seemed this night would be a long one, of suffering. The same memories of Tatarus came up… gods help hom so his sanity could last one night.

ARTEMIS POV

Little did she know for now, Percy was having bigger troubles then her. But she was broken mentally- the thought of marrying another man- she had been in shock on the council, but now it set in. Sitting in a dense part of the forest, on the west side of the island. It had been best for her to be in this part of the wild- her domain. The moon shone above her. When she looked at it, it normally brought her comfort. Now she was drowning in her own feelings- the moon not being able to so anything to help.

Out of all the fucking goddesses, and children of Zeus, why her? Why did she have to suffer like this? Why? What had she done to deserve this? What cruel joke the fatesbhad played…

Stop crying and get up, it's not going to do anything anyway!

Her own conscious tried to tell her to be strong- but the other half shut It down. What would she do now? Where would she go? Where would her hunters go… oh gods. The hunt… she had been so self absorbed in her own pity she had forgotten about them. What would they do without her? Would she have to leave them.

No. She wouldn't let that happen. She would stay with them.. that was for sure. The poison had not drained from her though- it was like the chimeras. Slowly eating her up from the inside. The thought of even marrying a man- even if it was Perseus- drove her to the brink of going against the entire council. Yet it seemed she could not get out of it this time, she would have to just adjust. Sighing now she rubbed her forhead. Had she been thinking for that long? Dawn was about to break, and she would have to go back to Olympus soon. Best she get out of this state. She started thinking about happier places- the many hunts she had done, the many childhood memories she had- positivity seemingly worked to Calm her down. She was stuck with this. Her burning anger turned to spite- oh she would have her revenge on all of them for making her do this… Perseus wasn't directly involved, but she was a madien godess and was being married off. Right now rationality wasn't the biggest thing.

It seemed 2 hours had only been 10 minutes when the meeting was called. Artemis flashed into Olympus and took her throne. The rest of the Olympians seemed on edge. This was aa major event afterall. Hera called silence, and the chattering died down. The room was skle t and then Zeus spoke up first.

"After careful deliberation with my wife- and other members of the council- I have decided to allow this marriage."

Artemis felt a pang of grief. A part of her had held onto the possibility that her father would deny the Marriage entirely- but that possbilry slipped away from her. Now her hopes were on Posedien

"I will do the same, but on one condition." Artemis'a feelings almost crashed down again, but she was hoping it was somrthing that would be naturtally impossible for Hera or Zeus to accept.

Hera looked exasperated, but Zeus wanted to get back at her any way possible- "Speak brother."

"Well as you know, Percy isn't going to accept the marriage instantly. He is a fighter. Obviously he will be made a god, but that will take time… for now we should tell Percy. We will sort out his arrangement for later. What I'm saying is, give him his time Hera, Don't force him into the ceremony after one week."

"Fine then." The marriage godess looked angered, but she would tread lightly now, not wanting to evoke any more of the sea gods wrath.

"I suggest we get someone to summ Perseus. And I don't think it will be Artemis since she just captured him… maybe… Apollo?"

"Alright!" The sun god said, as he knew nobody else would do it. He knew where his sisters camp was at all times. "I'll get him, but don't blame me when he's pissed at all of you"

Needless to say… The god of healing came back with a look on his face and a very confused son of the sea. He looked horrible, sweat all over his shirt- his eyes red- from sobbing? Black bags hang below his eyes, clearly the son of the sea had had a long night.

He spoke up, addressing the council "What fucking war do I need to fight in now?" He hadn't forgotten last night. The rest of the council collectively winced- breaking the new to a pissed off Percy would not be good.

Posedien looked extremely uncomfortable-

"We-Well son.."

"What dad..?" The gaze of Perseus had softened when he talked to his father. Seemingly one of the only Olympians he was comfortable with

"The council has decided to put a end to this war-"

Percy interrupted, clearly happier now that the war had ended. He let out a sigh of relief, not knowing the bombshell that was about to hit him like one of Clubber Lang's punches. "Thats great dad!"

"But-"

"But what..?" Perseus was clearly exasperated at his dad's stumbling

Posedien finally spit it all out- "Your-yourgoingtobemarryingArtemis im sorry son!" Posedien spat out, letting out a small sob, feeling failure and disappointment in himself for failing to save his son

And then his rage came. He looked shocked for a moment- before his face contorted into a expression of horror- and then rage. He looked at the council- with a glare that could kill.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

That's all for now folks.. next chapter 5k, I promise!