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Perseus: Master of the Elements

BATTLE OF HALF-BLOOD HILL

"I don't know," Percy answered honestly. Armored demigods started walking up the hill, and the look in his eyes said that the conversation was over. "But now, we have a war to win." Annabeth nodded in agreement, blinking away the last of her tears.

His brilliant sword appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the area for miles around. Annabeth looked down the hill and was shocked to find a whole army of monsters seemingly blinded by the sudden light. She saw Percy's grim look of determination, the campers getting into formation and the archers dabbing Formula X on their arrows. She turned to the other side and saw the gleam of Piper's Katoptris and the brilliant fire of Leo's war hammer far to the left where their siblings were. Her brothers and sisters gathered behind her, staring at Percy expectantly, and Annabeth found herself look at the son of Poseidon, waiting for his order.

With a mighty shout, Percy charged the monsters straight on.

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Never before had ANNABETH seen anything more beautiful than Percy charge into battle.

The awe-inspiring Calamity shone in the darkness, granting the demigods vision through the night. The air was silent, Gaea herselfholding in her breath as Percy charged the army on alone. The monsters slowly backed away, fear evident in their behavior, but there was nothing that could save them. Unleashing a powerful cry, Percy leapt high into the air, raising his sword above him like a mighty hammer.

Lightning brighter than Zeus's Master Bolt ripped through the sky, slashing the silence open with a thunderous rumble. It struck Percy's sword and coursed into his body, lighting him up with an ethereal power. With a mighty clash, Percy landed on the ground, burying his sword deep into the earth. A cataclysmic quake rippled through the ground, a shockwave of pure power knocking flat anything it hit. The monsters around the son of Poseidon disintegrated instantaneously, their screams of pain covered by the electricity cackling in the air.

Annabeth was thrown roughly to the ground, nearly impaling herself with her knife. She stood up shakily, still staring slightly in wonder at the son of Poseidon. There was a crater where he had landed.

"FOR OLYMPUS!" Percy roared, his loud cheer echoing through the hills. The gods on Olympus would've been roused from their godly rest with this cry. The demigods echoed his cry, banging their swords against their shields and charging down the hill.

The screams of Formula X arrows flew through the air, creating massive explosions that made gaping holes in the enemy's lines. The sparks and clang of metal on metal soon chorused in a battle harmony, the cries of pain and grunts of effort mixing in with the clatter of swords.

Annabeth slashed a hellhound's throat before parrying a dracnae's thrust, grabbing its wrist and stabbing its arm, making the monster hiss and drop the weapon in pain. The daughter of Athena wasted no time in slicing a deep cut on the monster's throat, causing it to gurgle and slowly disintegrate.

Her siblings fought on beside her, wielding various weapons ranging from spears to axes to swords to daggers. A wave of hellhounds charged, pouncing on the demigods like wolves upon deer. Most of them were stabbed right on the spot, but a few broke through the line of demigods.

Annabeth held back a scream of horror when one of her sisters' shoulders was brutally chomped on by a hellhound, but a sudden shockwave knocked the monster off of Cathy's body. The earthquake sent the demigods to the ground, too, not able to escape the quaking of the earth.

Without thinking, Annabeth got back up and sprinted towards her sister. Her eyes were glazed over, knocked out from blood loss. With a silent look directed towards Malcolm, Annabeth picked up Cathy, who was only eleven for Zeus's sake, and carried her towards the archers. It was a difficult climb up the hill, with the constant threat of getting hit by a Formula X arrow, but eventually Annabeth made it to the top.

Immediately, an Apollo camper – his name was Austin, probably – rushed over. His eyes widened at the gruesome wound upon her sister's body, but bit his lip as he quickly worked on her. The wound was patched together and wrapped in a layer of gauze, and Cathy was force-fed a square of ambrosia. Annabeth's sister looked pale when she was being carried up the hill, but now her pallor was slowly regaining its tan. The son of Apollo sang an incantation in ancient Greek, some song about his father, Apollo, and it seemed to heal the unconscious daughter of Athena.

Annabeth let loose a breath she didn't know she was holding when Cathy woke up, her murky eyes fluttering briefly before opening staring up at her savior, Austin. The boy flushed, turning a beet red, and Annabeth decided to tease her little sister about that after they were out of danger. The son of Apollo was probably only a year older than her and they seemed as though they'd make a cute couple. They seemed too much like Percy and Annabeth when they were young.

Come on, Annabeth, focus! she scolded herself, telling Cathy to stay still before sprinting back down the hill. Annabeth leapt into the air, knifing a cyclops mid-air before landing, ramming the hilt of her blade into the helmet of another dracnae, denting the metal before thrusting the knife deep into the chest of the monster.

Her mind was on autopilot, killing monster after monster. The demigods weren't having a hard time of repelling the attackers; they had the higher ground and were veterans of this kind of battle. The monsters had no strategy. They were just mindlessly rushing forward. They seemed too stupid to even be a proper army, and the Primordials were stupid for sending them forward like this–

A lone howl came from Annabeth's left, in the direction of the Hephaestus and Aphrodite cabins. Annabeth took a step backwards and assessed the sudden shift in forces. The entire left flank of the demigod line was threatened, but by what? The light from the rising moon and from Calamity gave the daughter of wisdom all she needed to see, and Annabeth was horrified to find wolves charge out of the trees. They barreled into the children of Hephaestus, who were on the extreme left. Some were taken down right on the spot, and the rest had to fight on two fronts.

There was a massive cry of blatant fury echoing from the far right, where the minor cabins and the Ares cabin members were fighting. It sounded eerily familiar to the roar of Laistrygonians. Out of the darkness charged a familiar enemy – six armed giants, otherwise known as the Gegenees.

The demigods were surrounded on three sides. They had fought too far down the hill, allowing the monsters to surround them.

"Pull back!" Annabeth cried, attempting in vain to raise her voice above the chaos. The sides were getting pushed back, and there were only normal arrows raining from above – the Apollo kids had ran out of Formula X.

Nobody listened to her. Her own siblings were fighting for their lives, dealing with wave after wave of cyclops and hellhounds. But Annabeth knew one person who would listen to her.

She sliced and cut her way towards a large, glowing light. It rippled and flashed through the sea of monsters, cutting down giants and hellhounds like they were paper. Percy penetrated deep into the line of monsters and was surrounded on all four sides, but he didn't have any problem at all. Neither did Annabeth; she needed to get to the son of Poseidon.

Panting and coated in monster dust, Annabeth busted through the line of nervous monsters hesitating to engage the hero. She was about to put a hand on Percy's shoulder when he turned on her, about to thrust his sword through her throat but stopped when he saw that it wasn't a monster.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned urgently, turning back around and hacking the arms off of a Laistrygonian before slicing three long cuts into its stomach, making it disintegrate into nothingness.

She raised her voice over the din. "We're surrounded on three sides! We need to get back up the hill."

At first she thought Percy didn't hear her. Then, the Primordial-slayer slammed his sword into the ground, unleashing a wave of elemental power that swept Annabeth off her feet. No matter how many times he'd do it, Annabeth would fall flat on her butt every single time he unleashed his earthquake powers.

"DEMIGODS!" He howled, magically amplifying his voice to near-deafening qualities, "BACK UP THE HILL!"

Instantly, the Greeks started pulling back up the hill. Annabeth marveled at Percy's ability to make anyone listen, much like charmspeach, but the reason why people listened to the son of Poseidon was because of pure respect. She saw demigods pulling their injured comrades back up the hill, refusing to leave them behind. It pulled on Annabeth's heartstrings to watch a young girl drag a wounded teenager by his arm, defying her counselor's orders to leave him behind.

The monsters did not pursue them. At first, Annabeth thought that they were regrouping, but now she saw that a large wall of fire, courtesy of a concentrating Percy Jackson, was holding them back. Idly, she wondered how much power the son of Poseidon possessed, because at this moment he looked like a god, his black and red armor gleaming in the radiant light of Calamity and his hair glistening with sweat highlighted by the flickering of the firewall. His eyes turned into pure light, seemingly sloshing in his sockets like water.

Something sailed through the air. Annabeth wasn't sure what it was, but it definitely wasn't friendly. Percy was too deep in concentration to notice it even when it was heading right at him, ready to spear him to the ground. Only too late did Annabeth notice that it was a javelin.

Without a second thought, she dove in front of it.

The sound of metal piercing straight through flesh rang in the air, a cry of pain that sounded too real forcing its way into the sky.

PERCY's eyes widened, his muscles slaking as he fell to his knees. The wall of fire lessened, but the monsters didn't advance. The aura emanating from the demigod was terrifying, promising a painful trip to Tartarus.

Déjà vu hit him like a freight train. The ghostly hellfire cackled around them, the screams of war still coming from the Roman battle. It was just like his dream. The spear stuck out of Annabeth's stomach like a huge splinter, her body pined to the ground like a dart to a dartboard. The image seared itself into his mind, nothing but pure horror tearing at his mind.

It was intended for him. How could he have not noticed it? Sailing through the air like a stone, obvious to the entire world… it was his fault, all his fault. The terrified screams of Annabeth's siblings shook Percy to the bone, the same thought racing through every single demigod on the hill.

Was she dead?

Quicker than the eye could see, Percy was kneeling next to Annabeth. Her gray eyes were brimmed with tears from pain, and a shaky breath indicated that she probably didn't have a lot of time left. Carefully, Percy picked up the daughter of Athena, nearly emptying his stomach when he saw the rest of the spear sticking out from the other side of the girl. If he didn't get her to an Apollo camper, she'd be dead in a moment.

The wings erupted from his back, and Percy, now accustomed to the pain that came with the wings emerging, jumped and used his wings to propel himself up the hill. He put down the daughter of Athena carefully, watching children of Apollo instantly hustle over. This was their non-official camp leader who was wounded – Annabeth's life probably had precedence over other demigods.

Percy turned around, nothing but red-hot fury licking at his vision. His eyes searched through the crowd of monsters, trying to find the coward who threw the spear. His eyes narrowed into slits, the light glowing behind them shining upon his target like a flashlight.

There was a tall figure, one that stood a foot over the Laistrygonian giants acting as his vanguard. He was clad in traditional Greek armor with a classic Corinthian helmet and a blood red plume. There was a long, billowing cape that hung from his soldiers, and the two eight-foot spears that hung loosely at his sides gave a clear indication to who the warrior was: Iapetus.

He turned around, noticing how the demigods shivered when his gaze turned on them. "I would open up a pit that sends him to the deepest pits of Tartarus, but I'd much rather rip the bastard's throat out." His hands trembled slightly, vibrating with raw power waiting to be unleashed.

A soft hand clasped his, and he turned around to find a cut up, bruised daughter of Aphrodite. She had a black eye and one long claw mark racked across her cheek, probably from a hellhound of some sort. Her shirt was tattered, and there was a vicious-looking cut along her backside. That did nothing to quell his increasing rage, in fact, it made the winds pick up and black clouds gather in the night sky. Percy ripped his hand out of Piper's, brandishing Calamity for all the monsters to see.

"What do you want us to do?" Clarisse asked, appearing in her red battle armor.

Percy's hand gripped his sword so hard that he thought that he would've cracked it. "Make sure Annabeth… make sure she lives. Heal the wounded."

"What about the monsters?" Annabeth's dry voice came, and instantly Percy was kneeling next to her. There were three Apollo kids working on her; two of them were humming incantations and prayers and one of them was working on getting the spear out.

One look at Percy's face and anybody could tell what would happen to anything that stood in front of him. Never before had any demigod seen anything more threatening, more full of unbridled wrath waiting to be completely unleashed. "I'll… I'll take care of it. You guys stay." His voice was shaky with an effort to keep it even and calm.

"But you can't expect to take them all on alone–"

"You focus on staying alive," Percy hissed. His voice cracked, his voice weakening. "I don't want to loose you. Okay?" The daughter of Athena nodded, more tears welling up in her gray orbs. He couldn't bear looking at his friend's broken form any longer.

He walked away from the mini crowd that gathered, down the hill and towards the monsters. The titan's vanguard had made it to the front of the lines, the Laistrygonians brandishing large, spiked clubs. Iapetus was pulled along in a chariot with the largest hellhounds Percy had seen at the reigns. There was a large flash of lightning, the clap of thunder echoing across the hills. The monsters stared up and flinched; this wasn't Zeus's wrath.

This was Percy Jackson's wrath, and he was fucking pissed. Nobody, no-freaking-body, cuts and bruises up his girlfriend and then spears his best friend.

"Come out, Iapetus!" Percy called, his mere voice making the ground shake. "Come out, you coward!"

As a response, three Laistrygonians strode forward. They seemed to hold themselves with more pride, with more authority than the rest of the giants he had seen. Perhaps they were chieftains of the cannibalistic tribe – it didn't matter. Nothing could stop him now.

A spiked club swung towards the demigod, hoping to take off his head. Percy parried the blow, grunting a bit at the brute force behind the strike, and rolled under the weapon. He drove his sword into the heel of the Laistrygonian, making it bellow in pain before he hopped up and sent a clean stab straight through its shoulder, piercing all of its vital organs in one strike. The monster disintegrated before it could make another sound.

Percy turned around, not even flinching when he threw Calamity at a Laistrygonian's head. It spun in the air, smacking the giant in the head with the flat part of the blade. As it was disoriented, Calamity flew back into Percy's hand, using his wings to suddenly boost himself up and thrust his sword straight through the monster's skull, disintegrating the beast immediately. The son of Poseidon sensed something behind him and ducked, the woosh of a large club passing over him. He got back up and swung his sword like a baseball bat, cutting a long wound into the last giant's abdomen. Not stopping to think, he stabbed his sword once, twice, thrice through the monster's stomach, finally making it disintegrate on the third stab.

With monster dust all over him, he turned towards the monster army. Adrenaline surged through his veins, demonic hellfire bursting into existence all over his armor. Its black flames radiated a heat so hot that Percy could see Iapetus start sweating, the titan's hands shaking with a distinct fear that Percy had seen on the younger demigod's faces.

A spear came hurtling towards him. Without breaking eye contact, Percy slightly leaned towards the right and snatched the spear out of the air with his left hand. Then, his fist closed around the spear and snapped it in half.

The words oh shit could be read on every monster's faces in the area.

"Come out, Iapetus," Percy repeated, stalking closer and closer towards the titan. "Come out to play, titan."

The titan held onto his last spear, holding it in a ready position. The giants around him formed a close circle, guarding their master with giant clubs. The other, lesser monsters backed away, save for some brave gegenees. The six-armed monsters rose up to help protect their general, but were stopped in their tracks by a circle of fire so hot that it melted the ground they were standing on.

Percy was a hunter, and Iapetus was his prey. The titan would pay for what he did.

The last three giants strode up to fight Percy. Water erupted from the earth underneath them, tripping them and sending them onto their backs. Instantly, the water from the air hardened into ice, falling down and spearing the screaming Laistrygonians on the ground. They were dead in seconds, leaving only a titan and a demigod in a circle of fire.

"Perseus Jackson," Iapetus growled, brandishing his spear in a threatening manner. "You will pay for humiliating me."

"You will die today," Percy replied, running his finger along the edge of his blade. The water swirled at his feet, slowly climbing up his body like a snake. "I will rip you apart, make your death so painful that you will not be able to reform for millennia."

"Brave words for a demigod," the immortal sneered, but Percy could see the thin beads of sweat dripping from the titan's helmet. "You are but a mortal. I am all powerful, a titan."

The demigod's eyes flashed dangerously, still sloshing around in his sockets like water, "and I destroyed a Primordial. What makes you think that you can defeat us where Kronos and Gaea both has failed?"

The titan scoffed, Iapetus's false confidence slipping away for a second before he regained his composure. "Erebus and Tartarus are powerful, more so than you think. Even now, they march on Camp Jupiter, where there are little demigods with no leaders to lead them. It will be a massacre, and you can't do anything to stop them."

Percy had almost forgot about the rest of the Roman army. When the Romans attacked Camp Half-blood, they only brought about one hundred fifty demigods. The rest were protecting the camp.

"It doesn't matter. You underestimate the might of Rome."

"And who are you to speak, Greek?" the titan pulled off his helmet, tossing it to the side. "You who are weak, he who let his friends die for him instead of facing death on the battlefield with honor?"

The demigod clenched his teeth, the winds in the temporary arena picking up. The titan glowed with godly power, occasionally allowing splotches of pure gold to shine through from chinks in his armor. "So who am I going to cut up next?" the titan grinned with a sadistic glee. "Perhaps your precious little group of seven, or maybe your mortal mother and father. Oh wait, they're already dead."

Percy's grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Don't go there," he warned.

The titan did not heed the demigod's warning. "How about your precious girlfriend? The daughter of Aphrodite, pinned to the ground with a massive spear straight through her chest, the life already gone out of her eyes–"

The demigod snapped, swinging his sword downwards in a powerful arc. Iapetus blocked it with his spear, resulting in a mighty clang. Percy sent a powerful kick that hit the immortal straight in the chest, forcing him to stumble backwards. Without giving the titian time to recover, Percy spun, the blade flying straight into Iapetus's shoulder. The titan barely managed to dodge the blow, resulting in the sword cutting a deep wound through the armor.

Golden ichor seeped through the armor, oddly dark due to the hellfire coating Percy's body and sword. The blinding white sword seemed to be muted with the fire, giving off an eerie, dark glow that defied logic.

Iapetus snarled, thrusting his spear towards the son of Poseidon. The demigod was already too close, easily sidestepping the blow and slicing at the main spear arm. The titan was fast enough to avoid the strike, bringing the butt of the spear around in an attempt to bash Percy. Luckily, Percy anticipated this move since he had used it before with the halberd version of Calamity, so the son of Poseidon ducked low and swept the titan off his feet.

Percy sprang forward and brought his sword down, barely missing Iapetus. His sword pierced the ground where the titan's head was moments before. The titan rolled backwards but didn't have anytime to catch a breath; Percy sprang forward and rained blows so quickly that the titan wasn't able to deflect all of them. They came down mercilessly, beating down upon Iapetus's spear. Percy's rage escalated, making his strikes quicker and faster, stronger and heavier. He didn't know if it was his rage or Nyx's blessing that led to his newfound brutality, but Iapetus's spear finally broke, his weapon suffering too much under the assault. With a quick strike, Percy's sword penetrated through the shoulder armor before being ripped out without hesitation, ichor splattering all over Percy's armor. Delivering a remorseless kick to Iapetus's chest, Percy sent the titan sprawling.

The vengeful titan stood up to his full ten feet, his breath shaky. Iapetus's eyes burned with hatred, a brutal and viscous look coming over his face.

"You will suffer," the titan slurred, his hands bloody from holding his shoulder wound, "not physically, but mentally. If I can't kill you physically, I will kill your soul. I will kill everybody close to you, and if I don't, they will."

Percy's eyes narrowed, light still sloshing around his eye sockets. "Who's they?"

Iapetus grinned, coughing up some ichor. "They are – "

A black arrow sprouted from the titan's forehead. Iapetus gave a silent scream before crumpling, exploding into golden dust that coated the entire arena in a fine layer of dust. The arrow fell uselessly to the ground, and Percy picked it up, senses alert in case the attacker were to shoot another arrow. But something told him that the attacker's only target was the titan.

Pain entered Percy's leg, and he turned around, stabbing the brave monster in the face – the gegenees captain – before noticing that the monsters that were suppressed by the flaming circle were slowly crawling towards him. He glanced down, noticing a dagger stuck in his calf.

Well, fuck.

A volley of silver arrows screamed through the air, disintegrating the nearest monsters. Percy let out a sigh of relief and pulled out the dagger, not even wincing when he felt the metal leave his body. It went perfectly between the chinks of the armor, and it was probably going to give Percy a hard time walking before it recovers. But he's had worse injuries than that.

The arrival of the Hunters was the turning point of the battle; soon enough all the monsters were either dead by arrow shot or routed, running back to their base camp. As difficult as a battle it was, the simple arrival of a few girls dressed in silver parkas made all the difference.

Percy trudged up the hill, sucking the water out of the air in order to heal his leg wound. His left hand still gripped the black arrow, which seemed to be made of the same black substance that the old halberd version of Calamity was made of. Pledging to research upon the subject later, Percy quickly rushed to the makeshift infirmary at the top of the hill.

On the way, he thanked a disgruntled-looking Thalia, who seemed as if she had not had much sleep. The sun was breaking the darkness, a beautiful dawn coming through after the horrible night.

"Percy!"

The hero turned, finding Jason manipulating the winds and landing next to him. "Yes, Jason?" His own voice sounded burdened and weary.

"We did it," the Praetor answered, "we held them back, routed them with some archer support from the Hunters."

"Yeah, they saved our asses too," Percy admitted, thinking about how difficult a fight it would've been without the Hunters of Artemis's help. "We should probably officially thank them sometime later."

Jason nodded and was about to leave before Percy remembered something. "Jason – gather up the Romans. I hate to break it to you, but Camp Jupiter is probably about to be under siege. By who, I don't know, but you should be ready. I would get the Amazons to help."

Once again, the son of Jupiter nodded, albeit rather grimly. "Will you come with us?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," Percy's voice was hesitant. "We're going to have to destroy that old Roman fort that they monsters are camped out in. I may need to lead that charge, but after that, I'll try my best to make my way to Camp Jupiter."

"Thanks," Jason's voice sounded just as tired as Percy's was. "We'll need all the help we can get."

With that, the demigod flew off, probably to find his female counterpart and discuss their new plans. Percy didn't spend much time dwelling upon it; right now, he had to make sure that Annabeth was okay. He couldn't stand it if she… died without some reconciliation. He needed to clear things up with her and with Piper, too. Someone had to break the ice to the daughter of Aphrodite.

Gods, it was going to be a mess.

Percy burst into the tent, watching campers help carry the wounded to the real infirmary. Miraculously, Percy heard that not a single demigod had died, but some were pretty damn close. He saw the temporary Hermes cabin counselor, Michael, help carry a daughter of Aphrodite despite the fact that he had a deep gash running down his side. A demigod even looked like a hellhound chomped on her shoulder.

"Where's Annabeth?" Percy demanded, finding an Apollo camper. He pointed forward before going back to his patient, and the son of Poseidon continued onward.

He found her lying on a stretcher, eyes closed and deathly pale. Waves of heat rolled off of her, suggesting that Annabeth had had a little bit too much ambrosia. Without waiting for a medic's permission, Percy sucked the water out of the air, forming a long thin strand and sent it through her wound. Slowly, bit by bit, the skin started to close and the blood returned to her face. Her gray eyes fluttered open, and Percy felt conflicting emotions as she stared up at him with an indisguisable look of attraction and admiration.

Not yet full of strength, Annabeth's arm slightly shook when her hand reached up to cup Percy's face. He held it there, his eyes slightly misting over with happiness that she would live another day. For an unknown amount of time they just stood there, relishing in the other's survival. An uncomfortable cough alerted him of someone else's presence, and when he turned on the person, Percy' stomach dropped as if he was doing a flip on a roller coaster.

Piper stood there, black eye and claw mark still bleeding. Her expression was unreadable, and her eyes weren't bright or happy; they were dark and forlorn.

"I'm sorry if I'm intruding upon something," she muttered sardonically, the first time Percy had ever heard her talk like that. "But, we did just come out of a battle and the campers are looking for someone to lead them."

"Pipes–"

"Don't you call me Pipes," she all but snarled. Percy winced, trying to stare into her eyes. She wouldn't meet his. "I-I'm gonna go."

"No, don't," Percy pleaded, but the girl was already gone, running out of the tent as if her life depended upon it. He looked at Annabeth, who's face was equally as enigmatic as Piper's. "Does she know the truth?"

When Annabeth gave him a blank stare, Percy elaborated. "About us. About how we broke up?" She shook her head and Percy groaned, silently cursing at the unfairness of it all.

Before he was about to pursue Piper, Annabeth's voice made him stop. "Percy, wait."

And as if juggling a pissed off Piper wasn't enough, Annabeth's words just added a whole new dish to the guilt buffet that Percy was stuck in. "I love you, I really do. Please, don't go."

Percy's heart literally shattered, to hear Annabeth so weak and emotional. The dull, throbbing pain of Piper's apparent rejection and now her anger had led up to this, a point where Percy could literally feel something crack in his chest. And now, Percy understood how truly he was fucked.

Because he didn't know which girl to choose.

Okay, I know you guys probably hate me for the late update and short chapter and the added cliffhanger. And I know I deserve any resentment you guys have towards me. I'll say I'm sorry, but that probably won't change how pissed you are at me. The chapters are starting to get more plot-driven, and I'm laying down a lot of plot-lines that will need to be tied up. Hopefully I can update more often.

Normally I'd ask you to review, but I'd understand if you don't. However, unless you don't want a say in who Percy chooses, Annabeth or Piper, I would click that review box, although my mind is pretty set.

I hope the chapter was up to par, and Happy New Years everybody and a late Christmas, too. Check out Perseus: Legend of Olympus if you haven't already.