A/N: (Written on 1/8/16) Chapter Twenty-Six! This story has come so far and I wanted to thank you all for staying with me! By the time I post this, this story should have over 700 reviews, which is groundbreaking—and also my record for reviews on any story. I'm glad you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. Thank you all, and don't hesitate to review!

In this chapter, we will see some more of Percy at Krios's palace (although probably not any training), some more Jason/Reyna action (I'm sorry. They have to have a bit of a 'thing' before Percy swoops in. I know you all hate it), and perhaps a time skip to the next quest/battle/mission (Trojan Sea Monster).

(Written on 7/10/16) Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've updated this story. I know you all want more so I'm trying my best to keep focused. Sometimes the desire to write a story kind of fades away and it can create long gaps in updates like this. I'm really sorry, but I can't promise the next updates will be timely either.

I do, however, have most of the plot for my other story, Olympian Legend, prepared, which means I will be updating pretty quickly on that one (hopefully). It's a crossover between PJO and the Avengers (post-Captain America Civil War), so if you get horribly annoyed by my lack of updating this story, which I know most of you are, you can check that one out in the meantime if your heart so desires.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Proditor

Percy

Percy grimaced as he rose from his bunk. His entire body ached from yesterday's training, where it took nearly all of his energy to summon a tiny little sliver of purple fire that looked about the size of a candle flame. He was honestly a bit embarrassed by his ineptness—he was so used to being at the top of his Cohort when it came to sparring and fighting, so failing at something combat-related was quite an anomaly for Percy.

The son of Jupiter swung his legs over the side of his bed, already dreading another brutal training session. He noticed that Ethan was already gone, while Nathan and Ellie were quietly getting dressed.

As Percy pulled on a long-sleeved shirt, Ellie noticed he was awake.

"Lord Krios wants us to report to the holding cell." Her voice was delicate—Percy couldn't imagine her talking at a volume above a quiet sentence. She didn't make eye contact with him as she spoke, and her body shifted in a way that told Percy that she was afraid of something. Krios, perhaps? Percy was unsure.

Nathan, as usual, said nothing.

As Percy pulled on a pair of combat pants given to him by Ethan (were all his clothes hand-me-downs?), his mind drifted once again to Cassie. The date of their deployment to kill her was one day closer, and his anxiety had only increased. He wondered how he would be able to save her, and if it were possible to do that and retain his cover at the same time. If not, he'd have to pull off an insanely difficult escape; Ethan and Krios wouldn't simply let him walk away. He also had a lingering thought in the back of his mind that the voice in his dream probably wouldn't approve either.

Percy was beginning to regret signing up for this.

The trio filed out, gliding through the vast palace before stopping outside the holding cell. Ethan was leaning against the wall, just beside the door. Dark bags hung beneath his eye—the one he could see—and his face looked much more pale than it had the day before. Percy distantly wondered if the son of Invidia had even slept any.

He nodded in greeting.

"Krios wants us to release the prisoner and send her back to Camp Jupiter as an intimidation tactic. We're to see her out." His voice was taught, like he was conflicted. He didn't give any of them a chance to reply before opening the door.

Gwen was slumped in the chair, presumably asleep. Percy could see the chaffing on her wrists even in the dim lighting of the holding cell. The back of her shirt had been ripped open, allowing Percy to see many gruesome lashes. With a sickening feeling, the son of Jupiter realized she had been tortured sometime recently.

Ethan looked at Percy. "Untie her."

The son of Jupiter moved forward, trying not gag from the scent of body odor and freshly spilt blood. How long had Gwen been in here? A month? Guilt crushed him as he cut her bindings; Percy could have freed her when he first found her. He should have.

But, shortly after those thoughts, reality swept away his hero complex; freeing her and escaping the palace on foot would have been impossible. If he had tried that, both he and Gwen would have been skewered by guards or maybe even by Krios himself.

Gwen came to just after Nathan snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. Percy cut the ropes binding her legs to the chair, allowing Ethan to hoist her to her feet. Gwen gasped in pain as the skin on her back pulled and stretched as she stood. Another pang of guilt jabbed Percy, forcing him to look away.

"Percy," Gwen spat, "tell me why."

She wasn't melancholic about Percy's 'defection'—she was livid. Despite the amount of pain she was in as they moved her out of the holding cell, she still managed to glare at him.

Ethan glanced at him, as did Ellie. Percy knew he couldn't avoid the question; he had to provide an answer that was satisfactory for the other turncoats with him.

"The gods ignore their children," Percy said finally. He wasn't lying—the gods left their demigods to fend for themselves in the world, only giving them nudges in the right direction when the guilt finally caught up with them. "Krios promised me a future where we aren't forsaken to a life of war for our parents. The new world will be refuge for the people excluded by the Senate in Camp Jupiter—and the children of minor gods."

There was a pause.

"And those deemed too powerful to remain in society."

Gwen stared at him in a way a scientist would gaze at a sample through a microscope. She analyzed him to see if she could detect any dishonesty. Percy knew she wouldn't because everything he had said was truthful.

Percy noticed another sideways look from Ethan.

"You'd betray all your friends? Your family?" Gwen demanded.

Percy swallowed hard.

"What about Jason? Dakota? Frank?"

There was an icy pause as they finally exited the palace.

"Reyna?"

Percy ignored the frantic beating of his heart.

"I was the one who gave you that tattoo," Gwen hissed, gesturing to his arm.

A sleeve covered it, but Percy's SPQR tattoo suddenly felt like it had begun to burn.

"You don't deserve to wear it," she continued. "You're a disgrace. Proditor."

Traitor. She'd called him a traitor. He fought the urge to tell her that this was all a ploy and he hadn't forsaken his home and his family, but there was no chance with the others standing so close to him.

"I made my choice. My friends will have to make theirs too." The words felt sticky in his mouth. He hated lying to someone he had called a friend. The hurt that flashed through Gwen's eyes made him regret his espionage mission once more.

The group stopped outside the palace, at the top of a path that led down the mountain towards San Francisco. Gwen pushed away from them with her shoulders, glaring at them all.

"Come on, let's get over with. Which one of you is going to kill me?" She seethed.

Percy drew a knife. Gwen glared at him again.

"How ironic. I was there at the beginning of your life as a legionnaire and you're here for the end of mine. Make it quick."

The knife hit the dirt with a thump. Gwen's expression morphed to one of puzzlement. The dagger lay at her feet. The group of turncoats backed up slowly. Realization dawned on her face.

"Oh, I see. I'm a message."

Percy looked away.

Gwen scooped up the dagger in her cuffed hands.

"I'll give everyone your regards. If we meet on the battlefield, I'll strike you down where you stand."

She turned and started down the path to San Francisco. Ethan and Nathan started their walk back to the palace. An emotion passed through Ellie's eyes—sympathy? The younger girl's eyes quickly went back to the ground as she trailed behind the other two turncoats.

Percy watched Gwen disappear behind the first bend of the path.

-X-

Reyna

Her sparring partner was too slow. His lunges were sluggish and widespread, giving the lithe daughter of Bellona plenty of time to sidestep or parry the blows. Her new sword was sleek, long, and golden—a gift from her fellow Centurions as a type of welcoming. The sword was intricate, complete with a jewel encrusted hilt that made Reyna feel a bit like some type of royalty—a quite strange feeling for a girl who lived in almost complete poverty in San Juan. The sword was aerodynamic, and Reyna's swings were as quick as a striking cobra.

The Centurion wore no armor; all she wore was a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved SPQR shirt. Her opponent, on the other hand, wore complete legionnaire armor, from the armored boots to gauntlets—even a silvery helm protected his head from her onslaught. It seemed unfair in terms of equipment, but the armor slowed him down so much that his ability to land hits were almost laughable.

He lunged with his sword, but Reyna swatted the blade away like an annoying mosquito. She ducked under his follow up swing, bringing her blade by him in a swift slashing attack that bit into the skin of his elbow—the joints (elbows, knees, ankles, and wrists) were not covered by armor, and made them ideal targets.

The legionnaire, in his defense, was not a weak soldier. He grunted with pain shortly after he was wounded, but stood tall as he fell into a defensive stance. He raised his rectangular shield just in time to block an experimental jab from the daughter of Bellona.

He tried to push her away from him with his shield, but Reyna caught the edge of it, and pulled it so hard that the legionnaire would either be pulled along with it or forced to drop it.

He chose the smarter option, allowing the shield to fall from his grip rather to be pulled straight in front of his opponent while off balance. The shield hit the sand with a thump. Reyna, keeping her eyes on her opponent the whole time, slid the shield backwards with her foot, making sure to keep herself between it and her sparring partner.

The collar of her shirt stuck to her body with sweat. She wiped her forehead quickly and tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. Her obsidian-colored eyes burned with determination—like coal being lit aflame.

She went on the offensive, feinting left with her sword. Like she had predicted, the legionnaire moved his sword to defend, leaving his other side open for a well-placed kick at the knee. His knee bent at an unnatural angle during the kick, forcing him to kneel and grunt with pain.

She raised her sword above her head and brought it down in a deadly arc, but the legionnaire blocked it hastily. However, while he was distracted by the meeting of their swords, he was totally unprepared for Reyna's free hand as it crashed into his face.

Blood squirted from his nose, distracting him long enough for Reyna to slap his sword out of his hand and into the sand. Then she twirled, delivering a powerful roundhouse kick that sent his head slamming against the sand of the arena. His helmet partially came off, and blood had spread across his face until he looked like someone had splattered him with paint.

Reyna, wasting no time, straddled his chest, poking his Adam's apple with the tip of her sword.

"Dead," she proclaimed.

Cheers erupted from the stands behind her. First Cohort legionnaires clapped at laughed as Reyna helped up her soldier, muttering several words of both encouragement and critique.

"Today's training is now complete," Reyna announced. "Remember, just because your opponent is wearing more armor doesn't mean he is unbeatable."

The First Cohort legionnaires began to file out of the arena, eager for some relaxation.

"Aim for the joints!" Reyna called after them, squeezing the water from a bottle into her mouth before pouring some on her head.

"You know, you're scary when you fight."

Reyna smiled without looking behind her.

"Nice feint, by the way," he continued.

The daughter of Bellona shrugged. "I need to train them to watch out for those on the battlefield."

Jason finally came out from behind her. He looked more tired than usual, with bags beneath his sapphire eyes. His blinking seemed weary, as if his eyelids might not reopen soon. She knew he was tired because she was too. She figured that's what wars with immortal beings did to people.

"You're a good Centurion," Jason complimented. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were elected Praetor some day."

Reyna snorted. "And sit at a desk all day? I'd rather go run with Percy on his morning jogs."

It was supposed to be a jab at Percy's infallible running schedule, but neither of them ended up doing more than smiling weakly. The absence of Jason's brother weighed on Reyna for reasons that she couldn't exactly identify. She told herself it was because he was Jason's brother and she cared about the blond son of Jupiter, but a nagging thought in the depths of her mind told her differently.

"Reyna! Jason!"

Frank had poked his head into the arena. He was out of breath, as if he had sprinted to find them.

"Gwen is back."

-X-

Jason

The Senate House was so noisy that Jason couldn't even hear Cassie at first as she tried to regain order. Senators and legionnaires alike yelled furiously, demanding to know what she had discovered on her month long scouting trip.

Jason was honestly surprised Gwen was still alive—she had been declared dead after she missed a rendezvous with Cassie almost one week into her mission. The sight of her was woeful; Gwen was covered in bruises and brutal lacerations, telling them that she had been captured and tortured for information. Whether of not she had told Krios anything—that was the question on everyone's mind inside the Senate House.

"QUIET!" Cassie demanded again, albeit much louder this time.

The Romans reluctantly sat back down, furious and determined expressions etched on their faces.

Children of Apollo tended to Gwen as she sat in a chair beside Cassie. One medic told her to chew a square of Ambrosia while another poured a small glass of nectar. Jason wondered distantly how close their supplies were to running out. Krios's initial attack on the camp had depleted their medical supplies to the point where the Apollo kids had admitted they weren't sure if they'd have enough should Krios attack more.

While medicine was still in shortage, supply runners had commandeered a sizeable amount of Imperial Gold that would be able to supply them for a little while longer—perhaps even to the end of the war. Those supplies dwindled as well, and Jason wondered if they'd have to go procure even more—assuming they survived the war.

"When she's strong enough, she'll report," Cassie snapped as a Senator began to press Gwen with questions, "sit down."

It took a good fifteen minutes until the children of Apollo were confident in Gwen's ability to stand and speak. Her back—which was initially covered in long cuts—seemed to have healed somewhat, leaving her with thin, red lines to serve as memoirs of the wounds inflicted on her during her mission.

"Where have you been?" Someone demanded.

"I was captured by Krios," Gwen told them.

Ripples of gasps ran through the crowd. Gwen was standing now, grimacing slightly as she took a step forward.

"His palace is located on Mt. Tamalpais. I was held and tortured for information on watchtower locations and any weaknesses in our outer defense. I told them nothing."

Another clamor erupted in the crowd. Cassie quickly silenced them again.

"I was released as a scare tactic. I'm supposed to come here and tell you that their army is huge and undefeatable, but I'm not going to do that."

Gwen seemed to age ten years in front of them. She seemed more confident, despite the fact she had been tortured for nearly the entire past month.

"I watched my surroundings as I was captured and released. If we attack the palace, I think I can draw a map to help us strategize. Also, I can identify several of Krios's spies who were embedded here."

"Like who?" Randy inquired from his seat on the front row.

"For one, I saw Perseus Grace during my imprisonment."

The Senate House exploded in an uproar.

"I told you he couldn't be trusted!" Randy yelled angrily. "Not a demigod with such power! The fatal flaw of a spawn of Jupiter is ambition; look at the facts, Cassie!"

Octavian shouted his agreement, while others argued back and forth. Jason had tensed up so much that he barely felt Reyna's light touch on his wrist. She withdrew quickly as sparks streamlined through his body.

They were screaming for Percy's death. They called him a traitor—a betrayer. Jason yearned to tell them it wasn't what it looked like, but that would only put Percy in danger. If one of Krios's real spies were in the room and heard Jason explain, his brother would be dead meat. And so, he was forced to listen to horrible insults thrown at his twin. When Percy got back, he'd hate the damn place even more than he had when he left.

"Maybe his brother is a spy, too!" Someone suggested.

There was a roar of agreement, and Jason stood swiftly from his chair, preparing to defend himself as several senators and soldiers began to make their way to him.

"I'm not a spy!" Jason shouted, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Reyna stood beside him, and a fleeting, warm emotion passed through his chest as he realized she was going to defend him.

The incoming soldiers stopped dead in their tracks as a blinding flash and a deafening pop originated at the front of the room, just in front of Cassie's seat. Standing there was a tall man with tousled black hair and eyes as green as the tint of the sea. His skin was tanned like that of a Californian surfer. He was dressed in a particularly strange fashion: Bermuda shorts, a pair of flip-flops, and a fisherman's jacket. His expression was relaxed, but Jason could tell simply by his aura that he was a powerful god.

"Lord Neptune," Cassie greeted.

All the Romans halted their actions and knelt to the god of the sea. While Neptune wasn't particularly the most popular god for the Romans, he was still one of the Big Three—a god definitely worth greeting with honor and respect. Neptune was potent, despite the Romans' adversity with bodies of water.

"Praetor Cassandra," Neptune responded. His eyes scanned the crowd.

"Everyone take their seats. This nonsense of spies will be belittled by what I have come to tell you."

No one dared to oppose the god. All sat quickly, and Neptune now had the floor.

"An old enemy of mine has strayed into the San Francisco area. This powerful beast has joined the ranks of Krios, and will soon be unleashed at a time and place that I am unable to discern."

His words hung over the Senate House like a thick cloud of smoke.

His wizened eyes fell on Jason.

"The soldiers of Camp Jupiter will have to meet the beast before it reaches the shore—if it gains a foothold on the land, the civilians of both San Francisco and New Rome are in immediate danger."

"So we're going into another battle like the one with Krios?" Someone inquired.

Muttering broke out in the crowd. Neptune looked down.

"Perhaps. Except this time, they will not have the element of surprise. I push the boundaries of the Ancient Laws by divulging this, but I am willing to suffer the consequences rather than watch this camp be destroyed."

Jason frowned. Neptune wanted to help them, knowing that he was a less popular god among their ranks? It seemed odd, but Jason guessed that perhaps he was trying to garner some support and respect by giving them a heads-up before a deadly monster from the deepest parts of the sea appeared.

"What is this beast?" Cassie asked the god.

"A cruel creation of the sea," Neptune answered. His voice was thick with remorse. "To settle an old debt. Despite my hand in its creation, the beast does not listen to me. I will be unable to stop it."

Jason saw people putting their faces in their hands. The idea of another fight on the same scale as the first one had forced morale in the Senate House to plummet. This time, without the element of surprise that the Exiles provided, the fight would be even more difficult for the Romans, especially if Krios had now enlisted the services of a sea monster that Jason assumed was vast and lethal.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot remain here any longer. Jupiter's patience grows thin. I wish you all the best of luck. Avert your eyes."

Jason looked away just before a loud pop and a brief flash of light signaled the sea god's exit. The faint, salty smell of the ocean was the only evidence that he had even been there in the first place.

-X-

Juno

Juno was silent as her contact approached her. The queen of the gods leaned against the side of their Olympian palace, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moon and its accompanying stars. Her goatskin cloak had begun to slump to one side of her body, but she stiffly righted it as the other figure leaned against the same wall as Juno.

Her contact had lean shoulders, and the thin, golden armor he wore seemed to make them seem even leaner. His face was slim and tanned, and his sharp blue eyes held a mischievous glow. Brown, curly hair sprawled out atop his head, falling to his eyebrows. In his hands was a long staff with two snakes curling up the sides.

He raised his eyebrows as if to express how irritated he was by the cloak and dagger meeting.

"Step-mother."

The words were not venomous, but it was made clear that they were not endearing either.

"Mercury," Juno greeted, flashing a plastic smile, "I need a little help with an upcoming project of mine."

Mercury adjusted his grip on his staff. "And why would I help you?"

Juno smirked. "Oh, probably because it involves a certain son of Jupiter discovering the existence of a race that is supposed to be nonexistent."

"The Greeks?" Mercury inquired.

Juno's form shimmered slightly. She slammed a hand to her forehead and gripped as a splitting ache rippled through her consciousness.

"Yes, you idiot," Juno hissed. "I'm sure you've heard of Perseus Grace's endeavor?"

Mercury shot her annoyed glare, struggling to keep his form from changing as well. "Everyone has."

"He will uncover the truth," Juno revealed, "and the time is not yet right. Jupiter has given me the all-clear for a contingency plan in case Perseus decides to let his fellow legionnaires know of the Greeks existence."

"What is this plan? And what does it have to do with me?" Mercury asked.

"When Perseus finally pieces it together, I want you to take him out of the equation."

Mercury gaped. "You want me to kill him? You're insane!"

Juno struggled not to slug her stepson. "No, not kill him. Jupiter wouldn't forgive me for centuries. I want you to take him somewhere where he won't be able to tell anyone what he learns."

Mercury frowned. "And you want me to do this because . . ."

"You're the god of travellers and roads. You'll have more leniency in interfering with Perseus's life since transportation is in your domain."

There was a short silence.

"Let's say I agree. Where do I take him? Alaska? That's pretty far out of reach, right?"

Juno shook her head.

"I want you to take him to Ogygia."

-X-

Time Skip: Approximately Six Days Later . . .

Percy

Today was the day. They were awoken much earlier than usual, and by Krios himself. They helped each other into armor and armed themselves. They were given fifteen minutes to make peace in whatever way they wished—Percy used that time to stare out the window of the tower and into the sky.

The morning sky was still grey, barely lit by the rising sun. Clouds floated by slowly, showing signs of rain. Perhaps Jupiter himself sensed how important this day. Did his father even know what was going to occur? Did he understand that lives would be lost?

Ethan wore an emotionless mask, revealing no other emotion other than simple indifference. Nathan religiously studied the map of Camp Jupiter and the surrounding area. Percy, with a sickening feeling, noticed how there was a bright red circle around the Praetorian villas. Cassie's home. Ellie stared at her feet as she sat on her bunk. She was strapped into armor that was much too large for her, and the son of Jupiter could see her hands quivering even from across the room. There was an Imperial Gold dagger lying on the bunk beside her, but she didn't even glance at it.

They lived in a sick world where kids were loaded up with weaponry and pitted against each other in a complicated game of chess where people like the gods and Krios commanded them. To them, it was simply sacrificing a couple pawns. But to a demigod, it was sacrificing your life—or someone else's, depending on which side of the sword was touching your body. A heavy wave of pity washed over Percy as Ellie furiously rubbed her eyes to wipe away unshed tears. He remembered the first day he experienced true danger—fighting the Lydian Drakon as the Caldecott Tunnel. He remembered how his body had shaken with fear—how he felt paralyzed by the sheer size of the beast and the likely end result of death. He was only a kid then.

He still was. Despite how he was trained from birth, Percy still wasn't an adult. He had been robbed of his childhood and was beginning to see even more examples in people like Ellie. Did she even want to be here? Did she understand what Krios stood for? Or the gods? Or perhaps Nathan had dragged her here, forcing his own beliefs on her.

Percy wanted to comfort her—to tell her she would be okay. But he couldn't do that. If they were engaged in open combat, Ellie would be the first to go down. She wouldn't stand a chance.

The son of Jupiter tore his eyes away from the daughter of Minerva.

Trivia, give me guidance, Percy prayed silently.

It had been a while since he had spoken to his surrogate mother. The goddess of magic was understandably busy—they were in the midst of a war. Percy figured that his father had already stationed her somewhere in case the battles stretched from the mortal world to Olympus.

Percy's ears perked up as he heard the dull roar of Krios's army outside the palace. The cheers were like waves: growing in both volume and deepness the longer it went on.

Ethan stood. "I think it's time."

The son of Invidia led them down two floors before heading for Krios's personal quarters. They entered the room to find it empty. Percy's eyes drifted to the balcony doors as he noticed the curtains fluttering in the gentle morning breeze.

Krios was leaning against the balcony, overlooking the vast courtyard. His back was to them, but he seemed to know they were there. They lined the balcony with him, standing quietly as they took in the sight below them.

An army—an immense one, at that—covered the entirety of the monumental courtyard. Demigods and monsters alike stood side by side, roaring with energy and fury, waving their weapons and shields in the air. They were calling for blood. For death. For victory.

The rumbling of the army shook Percy to his core. The force was much larger than that of the Romans, and that is what worried him the most. They were horribly outnumbered.

Krios looked at Percy and leaned down to his ear.

"I need to speak with you before we march out. Let me address them first."

Percy nodded, hoping the conversation wouldn't end with Krios's axe in his chest.

Krios raised his hands, and the cheering died down.

"My fellow soldiers," he began in a booming voice, "today is the day we show the gods the error of our ways!"

There was even more cheering that was somehow even louder than it had been before. Percy's heart slammed against his chest as he continued to process how formidable Krios's army was.

"We will free the Roman demigods from their service to the likes of Jupiter and Mars! We will begin a new age, under a new rule! Saturn is rising, and he rewards the loyalty of his subjects!"

The army was going insane now. Shrill screaming and the deep thumping of war drums began as Krios let a wide smile threaten to split his face in two. Percy was stunned. Saturn? As in the father of Jupiter, Neptune, and Pluto? His grandfather?

"March to the bay of San Francisco," Krios ordered, "and meet the Romans in glorious combat!"

The army thundered in response and began shifting into marching lines before starting to exit the courtyard. Krios put a hand on Percy's shoulder and led him away from the others.

Krios's soulless eyes bored into Percy's. "My master wishes to meet with you after this battle."

Percy swallowed hard. "Saturn, right?"

The Titan smiled. "Yes. Although, the only problem is that he is New York."

The son of Jupiter's eyebrows rose. "That's far away. Why is he there?"

"Well," Krios began, "that's exactly what I wanted to speak with you about. You see . . .well, there isn't an easy way to put this. The Roman pantheon isn't the only one in existence."

Percy stared at him blankly. "What exactly are you—"

"Greek demigods are still around," Krios confessed. "They are based in New York City. Saturn—or Kronos, in Greek nomenclature—is attempting to squash their rebellion. Hyperion was also sent to assist."

The son of Jupiter's blood ran cold. "No . . . no, this is a joke. You're lying."

"Lying?" Krios hissed dangerously.

Percy regretted his tone and his accusation immediately.

"I'm sorry, Lord Krios," Percy apologized hastily. "I just . . . it's too much to—"

"I understand," Krios told him, his expression melting back to one of pity. "It has . . . what is it that the mortals say nowadays—blown your mind? The gods have Greek aspects of themselves, Perseus. Jupiter's Greek form is Zeus, and Mars's is Ares, and so forth. They've lied to you to keep both races separated and weak."

Percy couldn't form words. His mouth was dry and his tongue felt like it was stuck to the bottom of his mouth. There were . . . Greeks? The whole idea rocked Percy's world. Everything he had believed to be true—like Greek demigods being nonexistent—wasn't. Their parents had lied to them. Percy had been lied to by Trivia—again.

"If you still aren't convinced, talk to Ethan. He is Greek—a son of Nemesis. Or Invidia, to you."

"Ethan? Greek?" Percy struggled to find words to express how he felt.

Krios gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Perhaps you should bring it up later; I think it is time you got on the move. The Praetor isn't going to kill herself."

A/N: (Written 1/8/16) Boom. A little action shoved in there for Reyna as the showdown between the Trojan Sea Monster and the Romans draw closer. Percy has finally been told the truth since Saturn wants to meet him personally (which would be speaking from his little coffin thing, in my mind). Juno's contingency plan is revealed. How do ya'll like the idea of a little Calypso action? Anyway, massive action/fighting scenes will be up next. Remember to leave some reviews to let me know how you like or dislike it. (I hope it's the former).

(Written 7/10/16) I hope you all are happy with this long chapter after such a long gap between updates. I'm sorry once again, and I hope I can get myself back into this story fully. You all deserve a consistent writer, but sometimes it gets hard. Be patient with me :)

Remember to leave a review to let me know how it was! Hopefully you'll see me again here in this story, but if not, I hope I'll see you in my Olympian Legend story. Thanks for reading!