I AM BACK!

Okay, so, thank you to all of you for understanding why I took a little break from fanfiction. I just wasn't in the mood of writing a story like this in a stressful time, and your support means the world to me, so, thank you. all of you.

But seriously guys, I'm about to cry. I got so many supportive reviews and PMs. You guys have been so patient with me. I love you guys. I honestly do.

So, sorry about making you guys wait for a month after the last cliffhanger. I know how painful cliffies are, unless you're the person writing them.

I can see why Rick just LOOVVVEEEESSSSS torturing us. You can just kill off all the characters, and you know that everyone else is just going to explode, and you can just sit back and cackle like an evil maniac.

Also I may be changing my username, so don't be surprised if one day, you log in, and you find out that this story has been updated by a creepy wannabe who's trying to copy my awesomeness, called I'M STEALING YOUR COOKIES or something like that.

And I ship all canon, Tratie (not sure if it's canon), Reynico (I'm so confused about Nico ships. I don't know which I ship more, Reynico, or Solangelo), Thaluke, and nothing else. Period. Finito. La fin.

And I'm kinda out of shape in my writing, so I couldn't finish this chapter as fast as I would normally. Even with an extra month, I could only finish half a chapter. I will upload the second half soon. Like really soon. I have Writer's block, so if any of you guys can help me finish the next chapter, PLEASE PM ME. HALF THE CREDITS WILL GO TO YOU.

And guys, I have a boyfriend. His name is Dylan (no, he's not the Ventus/Anemoi Thellus or something like that) Just to let you know.

And I am aware that this is a really long AN/ but I haven't talked to you guys in forever.

AND REMEMBER THAT REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY. I READ EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM, AND FROM NOW ON, I WILL RESPOND TO EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM.

Compliments, makes me smile. Constructive criticism, welcomed. FLAMES PRACTICALLY BEGGED FOR. What can I say? Mad reviewers make me laugh.

Question. I will put up a pole for this later, but you can also review your answer. Thaluke or nah?

*DISCLAIMER*

Me: I have tied you up, and we are in the chasm leading to Tartarus, and I will throw you in if you don't give me legal rights to PJO and HoO!

Rick: You wouldn't dare...

Me: What makes you say that? OF COURSE I WOULD.

Rick: That's not true, because you want to read Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard as much as the next person does.

Me: *frowns* I guess I'll just have to wait a few more years, huh...

Rick: And the characters LOVE me owning them, don't you guys?

Percy: No. You made me and Annabeth-

Annabeth: Annabeth and I.

Percy: Annabeth and I fall into Tartarus.

Jason: You made my life really complicated. I had to choose between the Greeks and Romans, between Piper and Reyna. (JIPER AND GREEKS ALL THE WAY!)

Nico: You killed my sister!

Me: If you were mine, I'd bring Bianca, Zoe, Silena, Beckendorf, and all those people back to life, and let you guys all have a peaceful life.

-one hour later-

Me: I can happily say that I own everything.

Rick: MMMMM HMMMMM MMMMMM MMMMM

Me: Yeah, don't mind him. No, he's not gagged or anything...

Rick: *calls fangirls* *fangirls holds me over Tartarus*

Me: OKAY OKAY! FINE! I OWN NOTHING! *sobs*

The Seven, Rachel, and all the demigods and legacies in this world plus their parents: Too bad, though.

Luke's POV.

I woke up to a blinding light.

It was like the universe had gone all supernova on me.

For a few seconds, I was blind. Then my eyes started to adjust to what I then realized, was a dimly lit room.

So imagine my surprise when I saw two heads at the foot of my bed, sleeping.

I gasped. Where was I? I could see that I was in a room of some sort. The walls were a subtle, ivory color, and there was a chair at the opposite end of my bed.

I sat up and groggily rubbed dome sleep in my eyes away. I tried to make sense of where I was and what was I doing. I thought back to my last memory.

I walked around camp. It amazed me at how little it had changed since the last time I had been here, 506 years ago. New cabins, fancier looks, and classier johns. (AN/ TLT reference, anyone?) That was about it.

Now, instead of 12, or even 20 cabins, there was well over 50. They were all lined up, males on one side, and females on the other. All of them had brilliant architecture, no doubt by the Athena cabin, maybe with a little help from the Romans.

Some cabins, you could tell who the "Godly Mascot" (as Percy put it) was right away. Like Demeter. The roof was made of grass. There were plants everywhere. Or Zeus. It was the biggest ip in.

Cabin eleven.

Hermes.

Dad...?

What I wanted more than anything, was to run straight in, if only for a moment, and see my siblings. inhale the scent of my old bed. Play a good prank, for once.

But the other half, the logical half, of my brain thought otherwise. "It would be too suspicious," I argued with me. "The first cabin you walked into, is the Hermes cabin? Go to the Demeter cabin or something. I heard one of your brothers is dating the head counselor."

I cursed myself for being too reasonable. "Shut up." I told myself. I can do whatever the bloody Hades I wanted to.

I walked in the cabin...

Then everything went black.

I groaned. I was getting a migraine just thinking about that day's confusing events. I flopped onto my bed, when I made a discovery.

It wasn't my bed.

And this wasn't my room.

And the two people, who I had presumed to be Beckendorf and Silena, were indeed, not Beckendorf and Silena.

And they both woke up at the sound of my gasp.

Nemesis' POV.

I would like to say that Chaos would be proud of us for being wise, and deciding that we shouldn't show the full extent of our powers. I would say that, but I won't swear on the river Styx. Being tortured is not on my bucket list.

We just started bouncing.

No, not like Prom on Christmas morning. "Bouncing" is what we call when we run/walk (in this case, sprint 150 mph) while teleporting. One minute, just about to take a step. Not even a second later, 10 feet away, about to take another step.

Within a minute, we were all in front of a very confused and scared Luke, staring in horror at the two figures in front of him. The two figures were crying, not believing what was happening. The person that they once knew and loved. Who they held so dearly to their hearts. Who they'd thought they'd never see again. That same person was in front of their very eyes. Honestly? I couldn't blame them.

"Luke? Luke... LUKE..." Thalia's eyes widened after every repetition of the name of the boy she once loved. "Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke..."

Hermes was looking no better. The only difference from his and Thalia's reaction was sometimes he switched out "Luke" with "Son".

I could tell Luke was freaking out by the way he looked. His face couldn't have looked any different if he dipped himself in white paint.

Thinking fast, I dragged him outside, in a well hidden bunker, that the Hephaestus cabin has yet to discover. Even with Hazel's help using her underground senses. The other angels followed us.

"What the Hades happened?" Luke's eyes were red, veins coloring lines across his eyes.

All the angels were silent, still shocked from their first tragedy since they arrived. Then finally, Bianca spoke up.

"They found out who you are." Bianca was shaking from all of her 5,2 feet.

Luke just stared at her. "You're kidding, right?"

None of us said a thing.

Luke paled even further. If that was even possible. He looked exactly like when he was a ghost. "Right?" He demanded for the answer.

Again, all was silent.

"Oh, gods..." He collapsed on to a wobbly, unstable chair, and pressed the palm of his right hand on to his forehead. His whole body was slumped. He was hyperventilating. I could see even a few tears squeeze their way past the barrier of skin and eye lashes.

After a few minutes, he finally calmed down enough to ask us an unanswerable question. "What am I going to do?"

Zoe answered that with a shaky voice. She was clearly stunned and distressed. Nonetheless, she was the only one brave enough to answer that impossible question.

"I don't know."

Annabeth's POV.

Emotions overwhelmed me as I ran. Ran like my life depended on it. No, actually. I have ran for my life on more than several occasions, and none of them was as fast as this, not even with adrenaline pumping through my system.

I couldn't name all of them. But some of them were sadness, relief, guilt, hurt, worry, and many more, but mostly? Mostly, I was angry.

I was beating myself up for his death for seconds, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, even. And yet he just couldn't take a side trip to earth, just to tell me that he was okay? Who does he think he is?

I know, I know. A guy I used to like, and saved my life dozens of time, comes back and I see him for the first time in half a millennia, and I'm mad at him?

Well you try living this complicated Hades called my life.

I ran and ran and ran into the infirmary, knocking over half the things in my way. Chances were, I would have to spend the rest of the week cleaning the mess I made up, and replacing it. For the first time, I didn't care.

I rushed into the main room. There were about 20 people lying in t=beds their, and about 5 of Apollo's off springs taking care of them.

I glanced around, my eyes scanning quickly for him. I saw familiar faces. Miranda, Colleen, Sam, David, Connor, but not him.

I ran into the hall, and dashed into the room that the door closest to me lead to, and was disgusted to find Aaron there. Luke had sure beaten his butt.

I quickly closed the door before he noticed, and darted off to the next one. No luck there, either.

And so this cycle repeated, until, from what I've counted (but I'm not sure. I wasn't in my right mind, then) the 16th door.

This one was empty, except for 2 people. Both perfectly ok, not harmed as even a paper cut. Well, physically.