AN: It's been a while since I updated this story, but here it is. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I quite like how it turned out. Next chapter the journey begins.

On another note, I have updated my website for those who want to go check it out, especially for this story. It is like always linked on my profile.

History Rewritten: The Doors of Time.

Chapter 7: The Good, The Bad, and The Pawn.

Percy paced like an agitated wolf, a slight sneer on his face and his eyes shinning with some fear but mostly annoyance and anger.

"Perseus," Reyna began, her voice calm yet also greatly annoyed by her fellow Praetors pacing.

Percy's head snapped up and he rubbed his temples.

Memories were still returning to him, ever since he'd taken the gorgons blood while facing Phineas. One of his greatest plans, yet at the same time it worried him greatly.

Gaea had helped him, and that didn't bode well for him. She said he was her pawn, and if she was anything like Kronos – Percy had seen what pawns of his family ended up.

Dead.

He sighed, wincing a slight pressure that welled up in his mind. It was familiar, similar to the pounding seizure like pains Kronos used to put him through in order to break his spirit.

His way of trying to get Percy to switch sides, his most safe guarded secret. He smirked mentally, who said he wasn't a great actor and liar?

He had felt terrible though, deceiving everyone with false emotions after episodes. His mother most of all. He hadn't wanted to worry his friends and family, and another part of him felt guilt now.

Because he had actually considered Gaea's whispers at first. Because he had let his bitterness and hate for take control for only the smallest of time, and yet even with his memories returned he felt changed.

He wasn't the same boy who hide so well, who understood and accepted the gods and the things from the past. He knew they were getting better, they'd kept their oath they'd sworn to him but had they truly?

He hadn't seen or heard of an undetermined camper since Frank – He hadn't known before to be looking for that – here that was.

It made him realize it was the Greeks that had sworn, not their counterparts. If only he'd known that then, and then there was the fact Hermes had never told him of their connection other then being cousins. Or Neptune, he knew he was also a legacy of Neptune, which was sort of weird at first but then he'd shrugged it off.

In this large, godly family, relations didn't matter. No one cared. It made sense that if Poseidon knew of Sally's bloodline he hadn't cared.

"I do not like this Reyn," Percy said, and Reyna fought off a small blush at the nickname he'd given her (pronounced Rain).

"I take it you know these Greeks taken well?" she asked, and Percy sighed.

"Yes, but that wasn't exactly what I meant," he said. "I don't understand why Gaea would want Annabeth or Thalia. She already has Nico..."

"So, you're not worried about your friends?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Percy glared at her shortly before sitting down in his Praetor chair – which actually look sort of like a throne, sort of.

"You know I am, Reyna," he said. "Annabeth and Thalia are two of my best friends."

"Nothing more?" she muttered in question.

Percy raised an eyebrow.

"No, nothing more," he said, now recalling with clarity who Reyna had reminded him of.

Zoë. He sighed, his eyes lowered.

He hadn't gotten to know Zoe Nightshade as well as he'd have liked, and at first she'd rubbed him the wrong way. At first he'd just wanted to strangle her, but then he learned her past.

He'd learned that she was loyal, kind to those she liked – mainly other huntresses and females like many hunters – and he knew with time he could have loved her.

He thought he already did, every time he looked at the night star and saw her constellation he wore his heart lit up and shattered all over again. He'd failed to save her, and in the end she was his biggest regret – his biggest what if.

He knew Reyna still had some feelings for him, but he also knew he didn't share them for her. He knew she knew that as well, they'd broken up on good terms.

"Her name was Zoë ," he finally said, knowing her unasked question.

Since they'd broken up he knew she wondered who the girl from his missing memory was.

Reyna's head snapped up to him in surprise.

"Zoë Nightshade, she was...beautiful," he said. "Her eyes were dark, black like lava rock. Long silky black hair and dark skin. When I first saw her I thought she looked like a Persian Princess."

Reyna felt slightly jealous of how he described her, and it was clear from the gleam over his darker then usual sea colored eyes that he'd loved her. Or cared almost enough to be in love with her, this Zoë.

She couldn't help but smiled though at the irony.

"Ironic, Nightshade is deadly to horses," she said, and to her relief Percy chuckled.

"So it is," he said. "It makes some sense, Zoë wasn't a normal girl."

"What do you mean? Was she mortal?" Reyna asked.

"No, I actually don't know what she was. Not exactly, I suppose she could have been at least part Titan," he said, and smirked seeing Reyna's wide eyes. "Her father was Atlas you see, her mother was a sea goddess, Pleione."

"So...she was a goddess or Titan herself?" she asked, confused. "But then how is she..."

Percy sighed.

"I wish she were still, but she wasn't. Zoë was a Hesperides when she was alive and before she became a Hunter of Artemis."

"I'm so confused, she was a Hunter of Diana?" Reyna asked, and then shook her head again. "And a Hesperides...but there was only three wasn't there? And wasn't their mother Hesperius?"

"I'm not very good at explaining am I?" he asked. "Zoë and I were never together, Reyna. There was never time for our relationship to go that far - I don't even know if we could have with her being a Hunter. I think...I hope she felt something for me as well before she died. I didn't even know her very long. It seems so impossible, that I could care so much for her yet know her such a short time."

Reyna looked at him with sympathy but not pity. It was one reason he liked the daughter of Bellona, she took no crap and she gave no one pity. Not unless they deserved it, she didn't like receiving pity so she didn't give it. She also knew he hated people pitying him.

He couldn't do anything with pity.

"Zoë told me her mother was the sea goddess, Pleione," he said. "I don't think she'd forget her mothers name, so I assume that is simply a mistake made by those who recorded the what mortals think are myths."

Reyna nodded and Percy continued.

"To make a story short, Zoë was banished from the Garden of the Hesperides. She lost her immortality when she was banished, I guess her immortality was tied to the garden. Goddesses of the garden I guess, I never asked exactly what she was and she never offered the knowledge."

He ran a hand through his black hair.

"She joined the Hunters soon after, and was Diana's lieutenant," he used the Roman name, knowing it would be easier for Reyna to recognize that way. "We met when I was fourteen. We went on a quest together to save Artemis and my friend, Annabeth. This was two years before the Titan War."

Reyna sighed, understanding now how Zoë must have died.

"She died," she muttered and Percy sighed, blinking hard to force any tears back.

"Yes, during the quest. She was killed by her father, Atlas," he said. "Though she had been poisoned earlier by Ladon."

"I'm sorry for bringing it up, Percy," she said.

He shook his head, standing up.

"It's alright. Now, I think we should call the others here. Hazel, Frank and Gwen have had long enough," Percy said.

"We need to figure out who the seven will be so we can go towards the doors of death. We also need to discuss how we'll get Annabeth, Thalia and Nico back."

Reyna nodded.

"I'll make the announcements," she said and Percy sighed, sitting back down and leaning his head against his hand, his elbow propped up on the arm of his chair.

Without realizing it he'd drifted into sleep, the events from his recent quest and battle catching up to him.

He found himself in the earth, or at least what he assumed was a deep point inside the earth. It smelt as he'd imagine dirt would, dirt from deep into the ground that is.

Sitting on a throne made of what seemed like tree roots, or simply roots was a large imposing woman. Her eyes were open slightly, like she was slowly waking up but he could see they were black-green.

Her hair looked like the darkest of dirt, black with dark brown highlights. Her skin was hard to distinguish, but was neither dark nor light.

My little pawn, return to camp after all?

It sounded like she meant it as more of a statement than a question. Percy glared, his hand going back towards his back sheath where Backbiter was before he even realized it.

Gaea laughed.

Ah, my sons weapon. I find it most satisfying and ironic that you wield it now. You are a very powerful, a unique demigod Perseus. I have chosen well, as did my son.

Percy wondered what she could have meant as he glared.

"I'm not your pawn," he spat. "I serve no one."

She laughed once again and her arm rose slowly, and pointed in front of her. He turned to see what she was pointing at and he saw a scene in front of him.

Almost like looking through a mirror or someone had cut a hole out of a curtain which covered a doorway.

It showed the Olympians, sitting at what seemed like the Summer Solstice. The only difference was Hades was present as was Hestia.

"Any news yet?" his father asked, looking concerned.

"Not on Perseus," Zeus said. "But I have heard word, Gaea has taken two of the demigods who were aboard the Argo II. One of the seven, the other a Huntress."

Artemis and those with children on board looked at him with wide fearful eyes.

"Who?" Athena asked, her gray eyes narrowed and tense.

"Thalia Grace," Zeus said, a frown on his face. "And Annabeth Chase."

Athena's face fell and she looked away. Artemis looked much the same though she looked as if she was shaking with rage or some other emotion he couldn't be sure.

You serve them, do you not?

Percy looked back to Gaea and sneered.

"That's different. They're my family..."

Family? I am mother of this earth, Perseus. Do you believe I do not know family? I love my children, even if I must punish them at times. Ouranos mistreated my children, so I made it so he could no longer. I made Kronos and my Titan children the next rulers with a smile and yet they did not keep to their word.

I gave my son my prophecy, of what his children would do, and he did what he thought was right. Yet Rhea, she betrayed family. And the cycle repeats. Family betraying family.

No my young pawn, you hold loyalty to them. But is this loyalty as pure as you think? You will have a roll in this war to play, Perseus, and you will not be able to say no. nor will you like it.

Percy couldn't disagree with anything she'd said and he hated it.

"Get out of my head," he finally snapped and there was a stab of pain through his head, like a migraine but worse (as short lived as it was) and his eyes flew open.

"Percy, are you alright?" Rachel asked, looking at her friend as the Greek came in behind the Romans who also seemed concerned for their Praetor – minus Octavian who looked suspicious.

Percy sat up straighter in his chair, smiling slightly when Reyna came to sit in hers close to his. The senate sat along with the centurions and the Greeks all sat together.

"I am fine, Rachel," he said, smiling as comfortingly as he could at his friend. "Now, we must discus what we'll do next."

And the meeting began.