Chapter Ten (Percy's Point Of View)

I was having another nightmare. Awesome.

Not.

Being tortured, poisonous knives, electric whips, all that boring stuff.

So I saw Gaea appear again and kick Tartarus away, and then teleport me to the not-dream world.

I sat up.

"Thanks, Gaea," I said, "I would think that after all this time, my dreams would get less boring, but I think they've gotten more boring!

"After all this time. That's from Harry Potter!(I would like to say that ShatteringTheFourthWall wants to say something: "Always." She hopes some people are sad.)

"You've read it?" Nico asked.

"I don't have dyslexia anymore. That's one good thing about all this. I'm halfway through the House of Hades. Its the second Percy Jackson series. I'm pretty sure I have a stalker."

I clapped my hands and the book appeared and the blood all over me disappeared. I started reading it.

A few seconds later, I through the book at the wall.

"That is too inaccurate!" I shouted. I walked out of the tent muttering about "Why would my stalker write about my first time in Tartarus anyway? It would give all the kids nightmares for months if they knew what it was really like."

Nico came out of the tent and ran up to me.

"Why's Gaea here?" he asked. "She's evil."

I stopped and turned to him. "You didn't try to kill her, did you?"

"No, no, she just helped you," Nico said. "It's just, she's evil."

"She's not anymore. Now I just half to yell at her all the time about how Annabeth wasn't her fault. Of course, I should've listened to her about it not being my fault, but I didn't. Just one of the dumb things I did. Anyway, she's very sorry for trying to take over the world and makes it up to me in every way she can, like teaching me every language and waking me up from the nightmares like the one you just saw --- oh gods!"

I switched directions and ran back to the tent as fast as I could, which was really fast. I didn't stop in time when I got in though, so I smashed right into the back wall and brought down the whole tent on top of us.

"Sorry," I muttered, snapping my fingers and fixing the tent. "I had something to tell you. . . what was it again? . . . oh yeah. I wanted to tell you that Tartarus is going to try and rise."

Everyone stared at me.

"How do you know that?" Artemis asked.

I shrugged. "He told me."

Then a lot of things happened.

Gaea paled and walked towards me along with Artemis, Thalia, and Athena, who had just appeared, and Nico.

The huntresses ran out of the room to prepare for war, and Zeus called a council meeting in the most dramatic way possible.

"What do you mean, he told you?" Thalia asked.

"I mean, he told me," I replied. "He's always trying to convince me to join him." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Like that's ever going to happen. I wouldn't join him for the world --- no offence Gaea."

Gaea nodded.

"I hate that place," Nico muttered.

I looked towards Nico. "You don't even know half of it. I've met the guy." I fanned myself with my hands dramatically. "Let me tell you, it was not a pleasant experience. It got boring after a few million years." I yawned and stretched. "Anyway. . ."

"A few million years?" Nico asked.

I waved off the question.

"I just hate that place," I said. "I hate it!

"Now just promise me I won't have to go back into that stinking pit again."

No one talked for a while.

I smacked myself in the head, startling them.

"Of course they wouldn't promise that," I muttered. "They probably wouldn't be able to keep it anyway.

"But right now, we should probably head to that council meeting Zeus just called. I'll be there in a second."

Gaea, Artemis and Athena reluctantly flashed out, but Nico stayed.

I smiled at him. "Hi Nico."

He smiled weakly back at me. "Hi."

"You can go," I told him, "shadow travel to Olympus."

"I'm not going without you," Nico said.

"I'll be there in a second. Just, please, go." I said. "Please.

"No."

I groaned and put my head in my hands. I felt a tear trail down my cheek under my hands.

I wiped it off as I pulled my hands away from my face.

Then I looked up at him.

"Let's go," I said, getting up.

"Okay," Nico said. He shadow traveled out of the room, and I started to glow.

* * *

I appeared right next to Nico. We walked into the room.

"Here," Zeus said, "sit down."

He was pointing to a throne in front of the council that was made of gold.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"I hate being a god," I muttered. "Nico, you can sit in it."

Nico looked at me excitedly. "Really?" he asked. I could almost see the little kid who played mythomagic again.

I rolled my us at him. "You know I don't want it."

Nico ran over and sat in it. I just made a chair made of water and crouched in it.

"We heard something about Tartarus going to rise?" Zeus asked.

"You know," I said, "I would really appreciate it if you guys didn't listen into my conversations."

Zeus ignored me.

"Anyway, what are we going to do about it?"

"I'm warning you, if you don't stop, I may have to take certain. . . precautions." An evil glint appeared in my eyes and I had an evil kind of smirk on my face. I rubbed my hands together evilly like evil people do in the movies.

Everyone stared at me.

"Okay, so how about I keep listening into his plans and we talk more about it later?"

Zeus shrugged. "Sure. Council over."

None of the gods left, instead, they moved towards me.

When they were close enough to touch me, I flipped backwards off the chair and stepped backwards, hissing like a cat.

Everyone stepped backwards and seemed startled.

I stopped moving backwards.

They took a step forward.

I stepped backwards.

They stepped towards me.

I stepped back.

"Oh come on!" Apollo shouted. "Why are you doing this?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why'd you make me immortal?"

"We didn't want you to die."

I snorted. "Uh huh."

"It's true!" Apollo shouted.

"So your 'hero'" I said 'hero' sarcastically, "to stay alive so that they can always tush to your aid? You selfish gods and your self preservation tendencies."

"We don't want you to die," Apollo said, "because we don't think you deserve to die."

I snorted again.

"It's true!"

"Wow," I said, crossing my arms. "For the god of truth, you are terrible at admitting your faults."

"Like you would be any better at it, punk," Ares said.

"Okay, I'll tell you all of them." I took a deep breath to what was obviously going to be a very large speech, but everyone involuntarily stepped back and Apollo stopped me.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to tell us."

"But you prideful gods need someone to show you how to just swallow your pride already," I whined. "You really need to learn that lesson. Gaea is, like, the only person ever who doesn't. I have to tell her every other day how my terrible life isn't all her fault."

"It is my fault, Percy," Gaea said. I groaned.

"No it is not." I growled at her. She took a step back, startled. "It is theirs."

I directed this towards the gods, who looked very offended by it.

"Well, except for Hestia and Hades, they're awesome. And maybe Artemis, who I may actually believe maybe wasn't keeping me alive because of self preservation."

"Thank you, Percy," said Hestia from the hearth.

"No problem."

"Anyway, the rest of you gods, you only do things for people who you want something from."

"How about you, punk? There has to be something you want," Ares sneered.

"No," I replied. Then I thought about it. "Actually, there is one thing I've wanted for as long as I can remember. . ."

"What?"

"I'm not telling," I said, "I am too loyal for it."

Then I flashed away.

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