The escape of the son of Poseidon and the daughter of Athena from Tartarus made a bitter sweat defeat. Tartarus himself had them in his grasp, in his hands. Yet, they escaped. People don't just come waltzing in Tartarus without punishment.

Tartarus paced back and forth in his throne room, angered and confused at what was happening; Gaea awakening and dying right after, the escape of Percy and Annabeth. Craziness.

"My Lord," said a scratchy voice. Tartarus turned around saw a harpy looking at him with guilt. Tartarus raised an eyebrow. The harpy jumped and muttered, 'Oops.' and slowly bowed with clumsiness.

Tartarus grumbled and said, "What."

The harpy got back up, and straightened her wings. "My Lord, the monsters are scattered and don't know what to do. W-what are your orders?"

Tartarus grunted. "Send all monsters near Percy Jackson to watch him. I don't want him killed. I want him to suffer first. There are worst things then death of course."

"Yes my Lord." said the harpy. She turned around to leave but Tartarus said, "Oh, and contact my son.  need him for a... special job."

The harpy took another shaky step toward the door and left.

Tartarus turned back around. "Soon Percy Jackson, you and Annabeth will be punished for everything you have done. Very, very soon."