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Me: *limps into room on crutches*

Nico: Where in the name of Hades have you been?!

Me: *mumbles*

Nico: What was that?

Me: I had surgery, then I had school, then I had total writers block, then I had 20 hours of homework every night, then I had field hockey, then I had to practice French horn, then I had to worry about high school and now I have to worry about the readers who probably want to kill me right now for keeping them waiting for so long!

Nico: Stop complaining! Everyone hates you, and that's not going to help anyone! Now end this stupid disclaimer or whatever it is and get on with the story!

Me: You're so mean. Anyways….

Here's the chapter.

Percy's PoV:

Forget confused. Forget annoyed. Forget tired, lonely, hungry, exhausted and bored.

I was beyond pissed.

So far, I had attempted to escape over five times, and although the security in this place, whatever it is, sucked, I always managed to get caught before five minutes were out, even if I had been positive that no one was anywhere near me.

Based on my previous observations, I have come to the distinct conclusion some god or goddess with nothing better to do was seriously messing with me, and I was not a happy camper.

I had no idea how long I have been in here, or how the cell is fixed before I even get back inside. When I first came, I had the brilliant idea of using the time I spend sleeping to measure the hours that pass.

Unfortunately, this plan was spoiled when I realized that although I spent hours in the cramped space, I was constantly exhausted and spending at least twice as many hours as I normally would, even with the curse of Achilles, sleeping.

My next plan was to base the time off of hunger, but since I hadn't eaten a real meal in forever, I was starved. So much for that idea.

To recap, my entire body hurt, I was past the point of exhaustion, I was constantly starving and I had absolutely no idea what in Hades was going on.

Fun, right? This was totally what I had planned for a nice and relaxing vacation.

The insane lady with the knife had led me into this new room, which looked almost identical to the last one, and had chained me to another wall. This was getting to be a very odd, repetitive, and kind of creepy experience.

My stomach growled loudly and the chains around my wrists bit in harder as I struggled, hating being bound. I heard the door creak open, and would have ignored it if not for the chill that swept through the room deviously.

The sudden cold sent a chill quickly down my spine, and I almost gasped as an evil sense of foreboding took over. The metal chains suddenly felt pounds heavier, and the panicking urge to flee consumed my body.

A snakelike voice hissed softly, "Enjoying your stay, Mr. Jackson?" The voice was followed by the leader of the cult that was keeping me here. He wore a long black robe, no shoes, and under the hood were two glowing red eyes. The image was disturbing, even more so once I saw the long and scaly green snake that flicked its tongue in and out, as if it could taste my fear lingering in the air.

My reply got caught in my throat as the man, no, thing, removed his hood. His skin was deathly white, and his mouth was less than a thin line. He had no hair, but I there was one big thing that I had to comment on.

"What happened to your nose?"

I snapped my mouth shut nervously, after his eyes sparked angrily and he gripped a wooden stick, his hatred becoming more evident with each passing second.

The thing continued speaking after a moment, his glare fading slightly as his voice assumed an air of superiority.

"I am afraid that my associates are rather incompetent. I assure you, however, that I am most adept in dealing with," he paused, as if considering his next words carefully, "your species."

At this point, my head was spinning with confusion and a bit of fear, so it took a minute for me to register what he had said. When the words finally clicked in my brain, I asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"

He ran his free hand down the spine of the snake coiled next to him. "I know exactly who you are, godling."

Waves of shock rebounded through my body and I had to fight to keep my mouth from falling open. There was no way this guy was a god, or even a demigod, but I didn't get the sense that he was a monster.

Maybe he just wasn't a Greek monster.

I wanted to respond, but I knew how these type of people worked. If you can get them talking, they'll tell you everything.

Sure enough, snake guy couldn't keep his mouth shut. "I know you are curious, so I shall spare you out of sheer," he paused and his eyes glinted evilly, "generosity."

Yup, this guy was definitely some kind of monster.

"By now, I'm sure that you have figured out who we are…"

"Escaped mental patients?" I quipped, answering his rhetorical question. I probably shouldn't have said anything, but at this point, I really couldn't care less about anything. I just wanted to eat, sleep, or possibly figure out which god was messing with me so I could find Annabeth and get home.

"We are wizards, Mr. Jackson."

I almost burst out laughing at the ridiculous statement, but several things stopped me. First of all, snake guy didn't seem at all like the kind of person to crack jokes. Second, it would explain some of the odd things happening, including the "magical" gems on my ring, and everything else that was happening. Also, it made my life a heck of a lot easier to just blame everything on the existence of wizards.

"So… how do you know about demigods? I'm not sure I see the connection."

He laughed, a deep, horrible sound that vibrated around the room, turning my blood to ice from the evil sound. "Over a decade ago, I encountered beings of immense power, who claimed to be stronger than even the fabled gods of Olympus. The titans and monsters of Tartarus showed me the meaning of true power, and I had to have it."

My eyes bugged out and I stammered, "You were in Tartarus?! Mortal souls can't survive! Not even a god would travel there!"

"My soul can not be considered mortal," snake man hissed, a sadistic grin spreading across his nose-less face.

That could not be good. Hesitantly, I asked, "What do you mean?"

He turned away from me, disinterested, and inspected his wand. "I have done what no other mortal has ever dared to achieve ultimate power." Snake man slowly twisted around again, turning to face me. "I have split my soul to become immortal."

I nearly laughed at that. "Immortal? Only the gods can grant immortality, and I'm pretty sure that messing with your soul causes all sorts of problems when you die. And trust me, Hades is one person that you do not want to cause problems for."

Snake guy sneered, and the enormous snake that had been neatly coiled next to him hissed, showing enormous fangs that dripped with poison. He turned to leave, and the snake slid after him.

"I assure you, Mr. Jackson. Death concerns me far less than it does you."

And with that threat, he strode from the room, slamming the heavy metal door and locking it with several dozens clicks.

Annabeth PoV:

Lou Ellen's idea was to enchant my ring to act as a portkey, which I learned was a magical teleportation device. It would activate once I pressed the small turquoise gem lodged in the metal, and then again once I touched the ring to Percy's.

Basically, it meant we either had to get Percy so we could leave, or be trapped on an estate full of evil, murderous wizards, which wasn't really much of an option.

Harry grasped Hermione and Ron's hands, who then grabbed onto Ginny's arm. I took her outstretched hand, and then raised my free hand. "One, two," I counted, brushing my finger over the gem, "Three."

I pressed down, and the world blurred and spun in dizzying circles, and if not for Ginny's tight grip on my hand, I wouldn't have known if we were still connected.

The unpleasant sensation only lasted for about four seconds, before everything cleared. Hermione looked a little green, but other than that everyone was fine.

I turned, looking over my shoulder towards the enormous marbled mansion rising out of the perfectly manicured grass.

"Wow," I couldn't help but think, staring at the incredible architecture of the building. Whoever designed the place had some serious understanding about architectural structures. I stared at the enormous structure in awe for a few seconds before turning to the small group beside me.

"Here's the plan. We need to figure out a way inside without being detected. Then, I want Harry to go under his cloak and cause some kind of distraction, something that will need everyone's attention without raising suspicion. Do you know anything like that?"

He nodded, and I turned to the other girls. "You two make sure that we have an escape route, just in case anything goes wrong."

That left Ron and me. "You, come with me. You're backup, in case there's something that needs magic."

"Meet back in here ten minutes, no matter what."

With that, we split up, Harry under his cloak, and Hermione and Ginny under a charm that made them almost unperceivable. I watched them go, feeling confident and excited.

I was about to ask Ron if he could do that, when I suddenly felt nauseous, and stumbled a few steps to the side. Something was wrong.

I never feel like that, especially during dangerous situations.

One of the first things Chiron ever taught me was that one should never take joy from bloodlust, and battles were to be fought for honor and for experience. If you fought for the sake of fighting, that was dishonorable, both to you, and to your godly parent.

This was no different, but the part that made me feel uneasy was that I don't enjoy battle. Fighting monsters is fun, but that is self-defense. Fighting people is different, and I never enjoy fighting with bloodlust.

Those feelings were not my own. Some god, or goddess was messing with me, and it needed to end.

I opened my mouth, the word, "Stop," on the tip of my tongue, but something pressed against my mind. I pressed back, but in the second I hesitated, it…

I blinked. Harry was already inside the mansion, and I could barely make out Ginny's figure climbing through a window, with a nearly invisible hand pulling her through. Ron was still standing next to me, waiting for me to instruct him.

I scanned the building quickly, and found the perfect way in.

"Let's go."

He clambered after me, attempting to be quiet, and as I made my way towards the secret passage I smiled, eager to have Percy back.

This would be fun, and hopefully, I'll get to smash some heads while I'm at it.

Yay! I finished the chapter!

Dun-dun-dun!

What happened to Annabeth? How will Harry distract everyone without dying? Will Voldemort ever get a nose? Is Percy going to be in the next chapter at all? What color shirt should I wear for school tommorw?

These questions (but probably not the shirt one) and more will possibly be answered in the next chapter!

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