They say a soldier's eyes hold the truth behind their smile. That by looking in their eyes, you can see the lives they've taken, the lives they've seen lost. It is in their eyes that you can see how broken they are. As the Gods and campers looked into Percy's eyes with fear, their hearts shattered. His sea green eyes had lost their light. It would have been better if they were drowning in tears of sadness. It would have been better if they flashed and stormed with unquenchable rage. Any emotion would have been better than the haunted, broken look is eyes held. There was nothing. No sign of life, emotion, or sight. They were lifeless. Dead.

Everyone remembered the pure rage Percy showed during the war. When everyone saw Gaea plunge her sword through Annabeth's heart. Annabeth collapsing and the field going silent. Percy's eyes, rigid and cold, as heart- freezing as a gorgon's glare. Hatred, pain and rage stormed in his orbs, not a shred of doubt to be seen. A cold promise of death in his eyes, directed only at Gaea. Percy had slowly and deliberately stood. His shirt in rags, exposing the countless scars and wounds he had suffered. A formidable reminder that Percy was no stranger to pain and suffering. His shoulders erect, chin high, jaw clenched, his teeth grinding as he held back. As he had risen to his full height, he had looked truly terrifying.

An aura of sea green and black cloaked him, his energy pulsing in Time with his heart. It had seemed to absorb all light, casting the world into a colorless void. The waters had raged against the coast, in thirst for revenge, mirroring the torment and pain their master suffered form.

Everyone had remembered the sadistic smile Percy's face held as he casually strolled up to the Earth Mother. The rains hadn't relented it's attack, the winds had shrieked at Gaea, grabbing and pulling her. Percy hadn't smiled, hadn't cried. His eyes had been those of a predator, and she had been his prey. As he had walked closer. The Earth Mother felt ice seep into her veins, preventing movement, as silent and quick as poison. Her heart pummeled against her rib cage. Percy's eyes had gleamed, a petrifying smirk hinting that she had pushed him too far. He had mocked her, saying,

"What is this Gaea? The mighty Primordial scared of little ol' me?"

He had come closer, his lips had brushed her ear, his breath cold and biting. He had scoffed as he smelt her fear. He had said,

"Good. Fear me. I have nothing against becoming a monster. You have taken everything, every of human decency from my soul. Now? You get to suffer like I have. My fatal flaw is personal loyalty, you should have known that, and you underestimated it. By killing those I am loyal to, you have only made me stronger and more loyal to those who are left. If becoming a monster and giving up what's left of my soul will save those remaining, so be it. With what I have planned for you, Tartarus would quake with what I have planned for you."

His voice had held so much malice, her power had started to become his has he had drained it.

Then Percy had killed Gaea mercilessly, molecule by molecule, following a path of revenge. The pure horror on the Gods' faces. But as his anger had begun to fade, his hatred was swallowed by grief and he had collapsed to his knees, as his sorrowful scream had pierced the air.

His broken eyes had swept the field, taking in the brutal sight. Piper, with a spear through her heart. Jason, stabbed with the same spear, the spear sticking through the two of them. Hazel, her heart gutted out, with Frank nearby who suffered a similar fate. And Annabeth, stabbed through the heart with her own dagger.

It's the day after the war. The day where the dead are sent in their way to Elysium. Percy sits silently in the front, Thalia, Nico, and Leo by his side. All mourning the loss of their friends. After the shrouds are burned, Percy turns around and runs, his friends start after him, but they know it's no use. Percy runs to his apartment quickly knocking on the door, excited to see his mother for the first time in nine months.

As his knock rang out through the small apartment, Percy became wary.

Percy POV

I became wary as nobody answered. I opened the door with my spare key. "Mom?" My voice echoed. I took out Riptide and slowly walked through the small apartment. Going towards my mother and Paul's room, I see a red liquid I am very familiar with, blood. Cautiously creeping my way towards the door. I push it open with my foot and see a horrible sight. My mother, Sally, and my step- dad, Paul's bodies, bloodied on the floor with a crude message on the wall.

Written in blood on the wall, I see the message that reads, 'Revenge is sweet, isn't it sea spawn? -T' I knew immediately who wrote it, Tartarus. The horrible being who imprisoned me for almost 9 months, who left brands and scars etched into my skin, who made me unable to wear short sleeves without getting looks of pity. The being I hate with my full body.

A/N Hey, Estelle here! Cliffy! Yay! Sorry. Just wanted to give some credit to @AishaLaam for her amazing story which I used to help me start, her story is titled; The Phoenix of Olympus, really good, go check it out! Hope you liked the first chapter, I will be updating soon!