Percy POV

How the hell did I end up in Apollo's medical temple thing for the second time in a week? At least I think it's been a week. Time is difficult when your mind has been invaded. Still, I felt like something was wrong. Sighing, I decided to get up and see if anyone was available to answer my increasing list of questions.

The pain was beyond human imagination. Stupid, jacked up, Hitler, Morpheus dream dude. I thought that I was only feeling the pain in my dream, not in real life. How was it even possible for me to physically get hurt by a dream. Unless… I was physically hurt by someone who sneaked up on me in my tent as I was sleeping, and the only people who could've done that were…

...THE HUNTERS AND LADY ARTEMIS!

As fast as- No faster than my 69GB RAM computer at home, I stood up and started hobbling towards the door. Deep down, I knew that the pain was temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it would last forever.

Like seriously, how difficult could it be to simply get to a door only a couple of meters away.

Let's just say that I was wrong.

It took me ages to limp to the throne room. Counting the rests I took after every 10 steps (or limps) it must've taken about 20 minutes. My effort was rewarded though. I saw all the gods gathered around a table, eating food, laughing and joking around. Well this was a photo for the albums, considering the fact that even the lord of the dead was laughing!

All was good apart from one fact. My "murderer" was eating MY blue cookies!

"Now I'm pretty sure that it's basically a crime to eat blue cookies without me," I spoke from the door to the throne room, trying to hide back my laugh as Apollo spat out nectar from his nose.

Time: Freeze, I Commanded.

Artemis POV

Everyone froze. By that, I mean that time froze. All of the gods looked up to Percy in horror and awe. Even Kronos didn't have the raw power to freeze the whole Olympian council, not that he ever got the chance to, but, ya know... Just making estimates.

Limping, Percy limped towards me. I guess I should probably explain what the time God looked like. To sum it up, he looked like he had just spent some good quality vibing time with Tartarus. One arm seemed like it had gone right through a shredder. Literally! The snapped bones were on display, along with the chunks of flesh hanging off strands of tissue. The other arm wasn't too bad. It only had a large scar that ran all the way up to his shoulder. Let's focus on the main body then, shall we. Firstly, he seemed to have been unseamed from the nave t'th chops. I could swear that I could even see his liver, and was that his heart? Put all of that with the uncountable scars scattered all around his body, I'm pretty sure that the fact that he was still alive defied all the laws of Isaac Newton, and a couple of others that he hadn't found!

Despite all of this, he still limped towards me, or more specifically, the plate of blue cookies in my hands. Sweat formed on his body, though I couldn't tell whether or not they were from his injuries or from his limping. It didn't matter. What did was what he would say to me. I got away with killing him once. I know that I won't get away with it again, regardless of if it was me or not. The blame needed to be put on someone, and why not me. Besides, no one would believe me anyway.

He said nothing. He didn't even cast me a look. He just came to me and grabbed the plate of cookies. I didn't even resist. Standing straight, he tried to walk towards Poeseidon and Apollo, but something happened. Perhaps he just couldn't cope with the wounds, but his control over time slipped as he did to. Perseus would've fallen to the floor had Apollo not flashed to him the second time resumed itself. Perseus was panting hard as well as wincing. The wincing was probably because Apollo had grabbed Percy's shredded hand. I guess even the to be God Of Heroes couldn't even control his pain at extreme times, and I'm pretty sure this counts as an extreme moment.

"What are you doing, Percy!" Apollo exclaimed, struggling to keep Percy and himself upright. Surely Percy would be light considering the liters of blood that he must've lost.

"I wanted blue cookies," Percy whimpered, and at that, everyone laughed. Even Apollo couldn't keep a straight face as he scolded Perseus for leaving the medical room.

"You can't just leave the medical room like that Percy, even if you are now a-" Apollo began, but must've said a bit too much, since Percy cast him the devi's glare, and Apollo suddenly shut up. Most of the gods missed it, but not me. After millennials of hunting, I have learned not to miss anything. Nowadays, with the exceptions of my hunters, no one can fool me easily.

"What did you say Apollo?" I asked him while taking a bite from a chicken leg (WHAT! I'm Hungry!) My brother turned to face me and quickly said, "I said, Percy is not allowed to leave the medical room like that." He almost got away with it.

Almost.

Standing up, I walked up to Apollo, knife in hand and repeated my question to him, starting to get impatient.

"I asked, what were you about to say before Percy-"

"Perseus to you, moony," Percy calmly spoke while eyeing a second plate of cookies. Hestia saw this and, sighing, she made another plate for Percy, which he took no time in eating up. I wasn't having it though! No one calls me moony or ary or arty money or anything, even if I might have feelings for them.

Leaving Apollo, I walked behind Percy, sorry Perseus, and-

Better Moon, the familiar male's voice came into my head. SINCE WHEN COULD HE READ MY MIND!

It seems that Percy is more powerful than even Zeus could imagine to be! Walking behind him, I quickly spun my knife around and put it at Percy's throat. This was meant to be a scary gesture. Not a gesture in which you continue eating blue cookies like Percy did. It seemed like he was unable to tell when someone was threatening him. Still, I continued with my plan.

"What are you hiding from me?" I hissed into his ear, although with the evident fear in my voice, it seemed to have sounded more like a query rather than a demand. I sensed Percy smirk at my thoughts. A bit of privacy please!

It all took less than a couple of seconds. One moment, I'm threatening him in a dominant position. The next, I'm pinned against my throne with the knife on the floor next to me. Still, Percy seemed to be interested in his cookies. All around, the gods erupted with laughter. AT ME!

"PERSEUS!" I roared, my body filled with anger at being humiliated by a mere male.

"And that, my dear gods, is how you teach a moon goddess a lesson," the bloody boy said, still paying no attention to the blood seeping out of every hole in his body. All 6,969 of them.

"To answer your question, moony, I have now unlocked my full potential."

This puzzled me. It's not like I'm an English teacher or anything. Only gods could unlock their full power. Is that what he meant?

"So you're a god then?" I asked him, taking deep breaths to calm down. I hate to think about what Apollo will next comment about my ichor pressure.

"No, I'm a cookie monster," Percy exclaimed, eating another colour to prove his point.

"But yes, I'm also a god." The guy couldn't've just said that from the beginning, could he? And was he even telling the truth. Last time I checked, all god's had ichor in them. Now, either he was lying or I needed to go to that mortal shop, 'Specksavers!'.

"This should remain unsaid, Percy!" Apollo started, only to be intruppted by me.

"Where's the ichor then, eh?" I asked, putting on a show of searching Perseus's body for a spec of gold.

"Right here," the young 'God' spoke pointing towards his ripped open stomach.

"How is your red blood golden at the same time?" I inquired. Perseus smiled, as if he had just been waiting for me to say those very words. Turning around, he faced me and looked me in the eye properly for the very first time that meal. Snapping his fingers, a mirror appeared in front of me, oval shaped with a golden outline. I know this won't end well.

'The same way your eyes are meant to be silver, yet I only see murky orangeness as I gaze into them."

Looking into the mirror I saw that, my eyes had indeed suddenly turned orange. I looked hideous! Being a goddess, I did the only logical thing a person in my shoes would do. I screamed my head off as I ran around the throne room yelling at Percy to turn them back to their sleek silver.

The male just couldn't stop laughing at me. "Your face," he wheezed out between large lungfuls of air. After about 5 minutes, he finally stopped laughing, but then looked at my horrified face and burst back into fits of laughter. In total, 8 minutes later, the laughing ceased. I was most certainly not happy.

"Turn them back!" I half screamed, half demanded. I had no time for these games.

"What's the magic word, arty, arty," Perseus teased. I guess this was his revenge for what I did, but still, I didn't like it. Then again, no one really likes revenge unless you are serving the dish. In this case, I hated it because my eyes were the one thing that made me stand out, along with my auburn hair.

"Pleeeeease," I sarcastically growled.

Sighing, the God simply flicked his hand, and suddenly, his illusions all faded away, my eyes returning to their normal silver.

The God himself changed too. His body was now splattered in gold and ichor, while I could definitely feel the aura of another God in the throne room. Everyone froze at the raw power Perseus had just displayed. He is more powerful than any Olympian I have ever seen.

Naturally, Perseus just continued to eat his cookies. Damn he loved his bakery goods!

"So what's happening now that my body's up and running?" the God asked. It took several seconds just for Apollo to realize he was talking to him. Had I had any energy left from my fit of screams, I probably would've facepalmed myself.

"There is a trial tomorrow, where Artemis will be judged." Percy froze, cookie half in his mouth. After about a minute of thinking time, he continued speaking.

"That won't be necessary," Perseus calmly spoke. Finally! Someone understands the fact that, this time, I had nothing to do with it.

"Why," Apollo asked. "Surely you want to get justice for what she did, don't you?"

It took a minute for Percy - Perseus - to respond.

"We don't need a trial, because I can say, right here, right now that Artemis is guilty and will be punished, WITHOUT a trial!"

I froze as fear swept over me. Surely I heard wrong. I never did anything to him. Or perhaps his revenge had turned bloody.

"Percy! I never hurt you! Why -" I started.

"You misinterpreted my words. Never did I call you guilty of attacking me." More puzzled faces, from other gods.

"Does that mean Artemis never hurt you?" Poseidon asked his son, making sure he heard correctly.

"She never laid a finger on me. The blame for that would be whoever gave me dreams." Everyone's eyes widened as they heard what Percy had said.

"If she is not guilty of murder, then what is she guilty for?" Aphrodite asked me.

"A slave is meant to help it's master, but Artemis abandoned me." All the other gods were smirking, seeing where I was going, but I had no idea what was going on.

"Bad slaves need to be punished, don't they, Aphrodite?" Perseus asked her innocently. The love goddess was now smiling broadly.

"Time for punishment, my slave!"

I hope everyone here knows what type of punishment I'm talking about!