Time. Time has no meaning. There is no such thing as time. It is truly just something humans made up to keep themselves sane. They stick to it. They rely on it. And yet, time has no meaning.

He realized this. He has been held captive for more than a month. His friends presume he is dead. But he's not.

They keep him here. They want information. He will not give it to them. Even if his friends don't care about him, he will not sell them for his freedom.

He is too loyal to anyone that he has met.

His girlfriend, his best friend, his mom, his dad, his cousins that feel like kin. Everyone.

They accept the fact that the great Percy Jackson is dead. Even though he is still alive. Struggling to survive.

"Rise and shine! Time for torture!" Polybotes bellowed as he opened the door to the cell.

Polybotes pulled a lever that made water flood the cell. The water healed Percy's previous cuts and his burns disappeared.

"Now, pesky son of Poseidon," he told Percy Jackson, "Everyday, the water will heal you, and everyday, I will bring you closer to death."

All he could do was grunt in reply. He was defiant, played by his own rules. But now, he is too broken to care.

"I thought you had more energy than this? Or is the Savior of Olympus to broken to care?" Polybotes, the bane of Poseidon, asked.

Percy Jackson didn't respond.

"Where is he? He can't be dead!" A feminine voice yelled out one morning. She had searched the camp, his cabin, everywhere. And he was nowhere to be found.

"Now, Annabeth. I'm sure he's fine." Chiron trotted up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"No. Chiron. No! I'm sure he's not! He's been missing for over thirty-six hours!"

Chiron was shocked. Annabeth had never even raised her voice at him. Now, she had just yelled at him.

"Annabeth." Chiron said, deathly calm. "Go to your cabin. I'm sure everything is going to be fine."