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Dominic Jr. POV

I woke up in a dark cave, an eerily familiar one at that.

It was the cave I grew up in, the one where I was trained to hate the gods, and all life itself. It was here I first learned what betrayal was, had my sense of right and wrong permanently skewed.

I got up slowly, last I remembered I was being tortured by Tartarus and Erebus, and now I was in a place that haunted my nightmares and looking down at myself, I had way more weaponry than I was used to, and judging by the empty sheathes, I had much more at one point.

I did a quick inventory and was severely disappointed. All I had were 20 some bottles of various deadly poison, over a hundred throwing and disposable knives tucked in the weirdest places, even in my shoes and hood.

And I had my two main knives still, thankfully. The sleek white bone knives were hilt deep in the wall behind me. I went to grab them from the wall, but when I grabbed them, a bolt of pain ran through me, and my mind went numb. I was blown away from the wall, just managing to get my knives from the wall.

I looked down at the twin blades, inspecting them for damage, but the sight was much worse than any crack on a blade.

The blades were oozing dark power, something I had known they held, but had refused to use, and seeing them like this, but still in my possession meant only one thing, somehow they had gotten to me, broken my resolve, and shattered my will.

Tartarus had made me his champion. I searched my memories and I was assaulted by pain, but it wasn't psychical, no, my brain felt like it was melting, boiling and churning with memories. I let the pain wash over me, for every second I felt the pain, I regained another memory.

I remembered Reyna and the other immortals trapped in Tartarus. I remembered the feeling I had for the immortal Roman praetor, and how Erebus's champion had used that against me, twisted my mind, warped reality, and took control of my mind.

I remembered the planning meetings that went into defending the remaining champion so she wouldn't receive Nyx's blessing. I remembered how they made me spill vital information, including Thorn's identity and our numbers.

I now can see why Thame insisted that he be the only one to know everything, because no matter how loyal anyone was to our cause, mind control was real and the enemy had a master at it.

The memories continued, I remembered fighting my parents, and felt a little sheepish at how my dad had been one position in front of me for hundreds of years and I never bothered to put the pieces together, or even ask his backstory, or anyone else's for that matter.

I remembered seeing through Erebus's champion for a few seconds, seeing Thame and another gold cloaked man escaping with a blonde hair girl who was unconscious. They had gotten the final champion.

I remembered my power's being overridden, my control being lost, breaking through the mind control for a spilt second, just enough that I could warn my parents and someone else. My memory was foggy during that part. I remembered running as far as I could as fast as I could, I had sprinted the route I had taken countless times before, to my first home, and the power broke free, and everything went black.

The pain slowly stopped and I rose from my knees. I had almost killed my friends and family, I needed to clear my head.

I sat lotus style and journeyed into my mind space, a power Thame personally taught all people who joined the pack, it was dangerous as it left the body defenseless, but it was something that I needed to do.

When I felt my conscious self reach my mind space, I opened my eyes and stood up. I knew immediately that something was wrong.

My mind was usually a calm quite forest, the only sounds being the chirping of birds and the hum of bugs, and the occasional deer or two, the perfect hunter's paradise.

Now my mind was a demolished forest, like the stupid humans had been doing to Pan's realm before Zeus stopped their tech from advancing. Trees were slashed to pieces, branches ripped from them and scattered on a scorched ground.

Other trees were warped and burned, their bark all the way to their core was a sickly black. All of this was disturbing, but there was more, more trees were being ripped apart and struck by lightning, and the storm that was ripping my mind apart was centered on a single man in a dark cloak who seemed to be waiting for me.

"So you're Erebus's champion, nice to meet you under non torture circumstances." I called to him, slowly walking towards him, drawing a few of the many knives that I had on my new outfit.

"Another talker, I guess Thame choose to have fighters who would piss their opposition off rather than good fighters." His voice was cold and robotic, almost like he was being controlled himself.

"Nah, just trained to be sarcastic, never did like it, I'm more the strong silent hunter guy." I told him, throwing a knife at him quickly, but he dodged with ease.

"Then you should be grateful to me, for I turned you from a hunter of beasts to a hunter of men." He said, flicking a knife of his own at me, which I dodged just as easily as he did to mine.

"Then I know my next target, you." And with that, I lunged, slashing at him with all my speed and forcing him onto the defensive immediately. He either dodged or blocked my blows with a glowing blue scythe.

"You'll need to do better than that, I'm a master of mental warfare, more powerful than Athena herself." He gloated, his violent blue eyes glowing from under his hood.

"But not most powerful." I prodded, swinging my blades in reverse grip, aiming to sever his arm while simultaneously aiming to stab him in the heart. He blocked the first strike and managed to twist out of the way of the second before returning with a blow that would have taken my head clean off had I not jumped clean out of the way.

"You are pathetic and not worth the power Tartarus bestowed to you, but worry not, I will end your pitiful mind and use your body to destroy your friends." He said in a voice that told me he was the farthest thing from sane.

"You can try, but you will fail, I will protect my friends." I answered and struck at him with renewed passion and effort, all the lesson with Thame paying off.

"You talk big, of protecting your friends, your loved ones, but you attacked them, you would have killed them. They hate you." His words hurt worse than any blade could, which was ironic, because as he spoke them, he landed a glancing blow to my side. His blade was filled with electricity, giving me quite the shock.

"Even if they do, I'll still defend them, because that's who I am, who all the hunters of fate are." I growled at him and struck with a fury I didn't know I possessed, I let the dark energy Tartarus bestowed on me flow through me, fighting with my barest instincts, like a true hunter, the one I was born to be.

I didn't hesitate to use the poison I had found on my person, it was my heritage as a grandson of Acyls. I threw a vial of hydra venom right in his face, blinding him, and I used my daggers to finish him, lobbing his filthy head from his putrid body.

It was over, my mind was completely my own again, but the war wasn't won, he was still out there, and the wound in my side was taking its toll. I opened my eyes and saw the real world again, my side gushing blood.

I tried to close the wound, but I had no medical equipment, no nectar, and no ambrosia. I laid back and waited to die, it was all for nothing, the wound was too deep to close on its own.

I felt myself on death's door, then I was pulled back to reality, my vision becoming clearer and the blood stopping. Someone was rubbing nectar into my side.

"Rest my son, you are not out of this war yet, but for now rest." I heard a voice say before I completely blacked out.

Leo POV

For all I knew the war had already ended while I was in that bubble with Calypso. We spent what could have been hours, days, weeks just making out and other stuff no one needs to hear about.

But at the end of all that, we were left with one simple question, what the hell are we going to do now.

"So Leo, I have an idea." Caly pitched, a glint in her eyes told me this was going to be trouble.

"As long as we're not separated, then I'm all for it." I told her, drinking in her face for the millionth time in that hour alone.

"Well you're just gonna have to grow up, because there is still a war going on and we just happen to be on different sides." She retorted, snapping me back to reality.

"So we have to fight?" I asked, my face falling.

"I never said that, I just said that we need to seem like we are." She said, the crazed gleam in her eye looked so much my own when I had an idea for an invention.

"You want to play spy, don't you." I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I'm not going to be playing anything, I'm going to be a spy, for the good guys." She insisted, I wasn't going to be able to change her mind.

"Then what's the story, why did you get so held up fighting me, and how did you get away." I drilled her, making her think on the spot.

"We're both the destruction specialists, our powers are dead even, meaning I was battling you until we both fell unconscious from our wounds. When I woke up, you were gone and left me, being a noble hero, you wouldn't kill an unconscious opponent. I then just went back to the rendezvous point." Caly fired off her explanation, and I had to admit, it was a good one.

"Fine, but how are we going to stay in contact, iris messaging will be too obvious." I asked and she had to think.

"Can't be anything with electricity, or hooded mc-cloak arse will detect it, so we can't use any of your tech." Calypso thought for a moment, but she gave me an idea.

"We could use these, they're mist generated earpieces, and they're completely, even to the wearer, and the one who made them can sense them, it's how the pack usually stays in contact." I said, holding up the invisible magic object.

"How can I put it in if I can't see or sense it?" she asked, but I slipped up next to her and gently put it in her and tapped my own.

'That's how' I said to her in her mind and we then proceeded to make out for another half hour.

"Well, we have a war to win, and after that, we are getting our happily ever after." I told Calypso and she agreed with a tired nod. As she drifted off to sleep, I let her lay on my chest, honestly, what little fighting we had done took a lot out of me, I was just as tired as she was.

I knew we both had to go back, lick our wounds, everyone did. Percy had been trying to get a hold of me almost nonstop since the Empire State Building crashed outside, but he could wait, everything could wait. I looked down at Caly softly sleeping on my chest and for a moment, everything was perfect.

I know, way too long and way too short, but school is finally over, and I plan on wrapping up at least one or two of my stories this summer since I plan on writing two more. I'm taking over Fallen by DragonWriter357, which is one of my favorite stories. I also plan on doing a collaboration story with Scorily4ever, a Harry Potter with Percy Jackson crossover.

I will probably get a chapter for Light and Dark out next, and maybe start up one of the new stories after that. I'm basically going to be writing 24/7 when I'm not at football training.

Happy Reading and Happy Summer- Centurion Africanus