Hi there! So, chapter one of my twelfth story! :) Yay! I hope to see new faces and old (not literally; all I see are your usernames, but you know what I mean). Most of all, I hope that you all like this story! If you love it, that's even better! Couple things to know about my writing and me (sorta):

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Percy's POV (aka Point Of View)

Zeus stood up from his throne and bellowed out my sentence. "You, Perseus Jackson, are sentenced to life in Tartarus!"

I stepped back, aghast. They can't be serious. I didn't do it. I was framed. I looked over to my dad, hoping to get some support. Instead, all I saw was a man that looked like my father glaring angrily in my direction. His green eyes were hard as steel, his mouth set in a furious scowl. That was the moment Poseidon stopped being my father.

I gazed around at the rest of the assembled Olympian Council. They were all staring at me as I stood in the middle of the throne room. Demeter looked disappointed in me, shaking her head in disbelief at me, not Zeus's accusations. Hera looked between Zeus and me, before deciding she agreed with Zeus, after which she glared at me. Artemis looked confused, while Aphrodite seemed sad. Probably because her perfect match wasn't so perfect after all. Athena looked to be furious with me, although the affect was slightly lost by her red-rimmed, watery gray eyes. Apollo was shaking his head at me. I wasn't sure if he was mentally saying "why'd you do it man? You were so cool!" or if he was just rocking out to the music on his iPod. Ares was sharpening a battle axe from his throne, staring dead at me (which isn't terrifying at all). Dionysis looked s little teary. I think I had grown on him over the years. But now I've "betrayed them all". Hephaestus was fiddling with some metal, his beard burning. Leo told me that that's how he hides his emotions sometimes. I'm not exactly sure what Hephaestus was feeling. Hermes was sitting on his throne, openly crying. I was the son he lost in Luke; as was as much his son as Poseidon's before this. The messenger god must think I'm another Luke, betraying my family.

But it I didn't do it. If only someone would listen to me.

But they wouldn't. They're all stupid. And they're all going to pay. I'll make them pay.

"Fine!" I roared, pivoting in a circle to face every Olympian. Hestia was watching sadly from the hearth. "Fine! Believe what you want, fools! That's what you are! Foolish children following an even more foolish leader! You let him drive you into a ditch! You had a chance to believe me, but you blew it! I'm not a spy! I didn't kill Annabeth Chase! Send me to Tartarus anyways! I just saved your sorry asses twice! Not once! Twice!"

Zeus glared at me. "Foolish mortal. You dare insult me?! Say your final words, for after this you are sent to Tartarus, shall never be released!"

I scowled at the King of the Gods. "Mark my words, Olympians! Tartarus itself will not be able to hold me forever! I will escape, and when I do, you'll wish you weren't foolish enough to side with Zeus! I'll get my revenge for this injustice! Mark my words!"

Poseidon glared at me. "You'll never get out, demigod."

That was the last straw. I could almost handle the scowls, disappointment, and hatred that everyone has been giving me, but to hear my father say those words...

It was the straw that broke the camel's back. But the camel owner wouldn't be able to see behind him when the camel kicked the man's back and broke it.

In front of my feet, a chasm opened up. I could only assume it led to Tartarus, but I doubt the overbearing darkness and screams of pain oozing from the crack would lead me to a nice Caribbean vacation. Zeus snapped his fingers, still glaring at me from his throne. Immediately, my hands and feet were bound in the thickest celestial bronze chains I had ever seen. I'd never be able to break out of them. They didn't even have a lock that I could try to pick.

"Who would like the honor of disposing of the demigod traitor and murderer?" Zeus asked, briefly taking his eyes off me to scan the rest of the council.

Only three people raised their hands. Ares was one, raising the sharpened battle axe with a sadistic smile on his face. (Right, and they say I'm the killer.) Athena was another, her gray eyes burning with pure hatred as she stared at me. And the first person to get their hand in the air, raising it before Zeus even finished the question, was the man that used to be my father. Poseidon.

"Poseidon, you brought the demigod into the world. You have permission to ratify your mistake and dispose of him. The earth will no longer be plagued by his existance," said Zeus.

"Thank you." Poseidon got up from his throne and walked towards me. I glared at him as he approached. The sea God stood behind me, waiting for the orders to push me into Tartarus. I used the moment to my advantage.

"You monster! I thought I could trust you! How can you not believe me? My fatal flaw was loyalty!" I exclaimed just loud enough for Poseidon to hear.

"Loyalty for our enemies, traitor," he spat.

"Loyalty to Olympus," I corrected harshly. But the damage was done. The cracks in my heart widened, causing hatred and anger to spew from the depths of my heart into my very soul, contaminating my spirit and body with their toxic wastes.

"You'll rue the day you turned your back on me, Poseidon. I curse all your future demigod children to have a true hero's tragedy! Be them Roman or Greek! Some of them may even keep me company in my new home!" I shouted this out, not caring if anyone else heard, before I started laughed. Every immortal in the throne room looked at me as if I was insane. I think I was.

I loved it.

"He's mad," Dionysis announced in disbelief, which made everyone else believe it (as it was coming from the god of insanity and madness). I just kept laughing, enjoying myself as much as possible before I was pushed into Tartarus for the rest of eternity.

Faintly, I heard Zeus give his brother the order to push me into the chasm. Without hesitation, Poseidon shoved me face-first into Tartarus, the worst place known to mortals and immortals alike. A split second before I tipped over the edge, Poseidon whispered to me, "I disown you as my son. You're nothing to me, except my enemy." All the power left me. It felt horrible, like I was suddenly being crushed by a two ton truck. And still I kept laughing.

In fact, the entire time I was falling into Tartarus, I only stopped my hysterics once. That was to shout to the Olympians before they left my sight, "I'll be back!" My ominous promise echoed along the tunnel to Tartarus that I was in, as well as in the Olympian throne room. The threat was accompanied only by more hysterical laughter.

It didn't really matter that I had been disowned by the man that used to be my father. It didn't really matter that they had banished me to Tartarus, bound in chains impossible to break out of. It didnt really matter that they had accused me of being a traitor and of being a murderer.

Because I would be back. And then they'd all pay.

I swear it on the River Styx.