A/N: Surprise! I lied to you all and told you I would most likely not be making a sequel to Champion of the Sun, but I decided that I would. This will mostly follow the HoO storyline. So I hope you guys like it! I will be changing Champion of the Sun's name to Champion of the Sun: The Spartan Demigod. This one will be called Champion of the Sun: Earth's Ire. I hope you like it! It will be a slightly different writing style, however. This starts off with a little Perzoe fluff. Also, Apollo will have a much bigger role than in the previous story.

I hope all of you from the previous story will review, favorite, and follow this one as well! Thanks! ENJOY!

-X-

Zoë leaned further into her fiancé, relishing in the secure feeling she always had when she was in his arms. Zoë closed her onyx eyes, feeling herself begin to drift off to the realm of Morpheus. She felt his lips press against the top of her head, and then felt him lie backwards, so that they were both in a horizontal position.

She felt him move slightly, and she suddenly felt the covers be drawn over her, up to her neck. She buried her face deeper into his salty smelling sweatshirt, enthralled by the soft thumping of his heart.

It was winter now, just a little over a year since the second Titan War. Percy was now seventeen, and Zoë was now physically sixteen. After she dropped out of the Hunters, her body began to develop again, slowly increasing her height by small amounts. While Percy was still almost a head taller than her, she had grown quite a bit. She was also more curved now, something that almost every boy in Camp Half-Blood seemed to have noticed. While it bothered her that the pigs of the camp now ogled at her, it wasn't enough to make her lash out at them. She had Percy now, and that was all she needed. Percy was frightening enough to keep the other males away from her. Still, she loved that jealous glint that Percy got in his eye, and how he pulled her protectively against his side whenever other boys approached them. She took joy in watching him get annoyed with them.

Zoë and Percy were in the Poseidon cabin, lying in the same bed. Yes, they both had their clothes on; they both agreed not to do anything until they were married, which was still quite a ways off. If someone had told Zoë that two teenagers were engaged before she had reunited with Percy again after Artemis held up the sky, Zoë would have scoffed and turned away.

But now . . . now Zoë wouldn't have necessarily dismissed it as a lie or rumor. What she and Percy had was extremely rare. They had been in love for thousands of years, while they were both immortal. Even though they still appeared to be adolescents, their love was much more deep-rooted than it would have appeared to a third party.

But she digressed; if someone had told her that two teens had been engaged, she probably would have accepted it immediately. Love at first sight was real; it had stuck Zoë that faithful day back when Percy had rescued her from Heracles.

Speaking of Heracles, Poseidon and Hades lobbied for a harsh punishment on the minor god for siding with Kronos during the war. Zeus was forced to agree when most of the other gods had also agreed with Poseidon and Hades, so he assigned Heracles to guard the mouth of the Mediterranean Sea, far away from Olympus. He would guard a magical island at the entrance to the Mediterranean for eternity, forbidden from ever leaving his post as guardian of the ancient lands. Zoë took great joy in knowing that she probably would never see him again.

Zoë looked up at Percy, and was not at all to see that his sea green orbs were already gazing at her. He always stared at her so lovingly that it made her insides feel like they were melting. She craned her head up and pecked him on the lips.

"Goodnight," She whispered. "I love you."

Percy tightened his grip on her, holding her as close to him as humanly possible.

"I love you too."

-X-

In a fit of rage, Apollo swung his fist at the nearest object, sending it flying off the table. The blue vase smashed onto the floor of his palace. His bright blue eyes sparkled with barely contained fury; a trait he must have inherited from his father.

His visitor remained unruffled, only staring at him in slight amusement. The veins on Apollo's neck were straining against his skin, as if they were trying to pop out. His fingers itched to fill up with godly energy and blast the visitor to Tartarus, but he doubted that would really help him with any of his problems, other than personal satisfaction.

Apollo pointed an accusingly finger at his guest. "You play a dangerous game, goddess. I suggest you do not continue with it or your relationships might . . . deteriorate."

The visitor's russet eyes flashed precariously. "Do not make threats you cannot carry out."

Apollo, for once, was eerily calm. "Do not mistake me for a fool, Hera. I am the god of truth; I do not lie. If I say I will do something, I will."

Hera crossed her arms over her dress. "This is the only way."

"No it's not," Apollo replied. "Hasn't he done enough for us already? He served three thousand years! Does that mean nothing to you?"

Hera rolled her eyes. "You are too dramatic, stepson. Learn to control your emotions."

Apollo's hands curled into fists. Every molecule of his body urged him to just deck his stepmother, but her resisted by opening and closing his fists several times.

"He is engaged. You can't separate them; it is immoral and insensitive. Doesn't he deserve to have a life of his own?" Apollo asked fluidly.

"It doesn't matter. If we don't do this, we will all perish."

Apollo was silent for a moment. "I'm warning you, Hera; if you do this, you will forever lose my favor. Every time you step into sun, it will shine on you so harshly that it will burn your skin. Every instrument of music you touch will cease to work. Any bow you pick up will never shoot straight. Every time you speak a lie, you will receive terrible backlash. Every wound you receive will take triple the time to heal. It seems you have mistaken me for an ignorant and carefree god, stepmother."

Apollo stepped very far into Hera's personal space, his eyes shining dauntingly.

"It seems that it will be your fatal mistake, should you carry out your plan. Now, kindly get the hell out of my palace."

A small flash of light and a soft pop signaled the departure of the queen of the gods. Apollo's chest heaved with cross breaths; he was so furious that he was sure that he could destroy Olympus is he wanted to. The audacity that Hera possessed was so surprising that Apollo nearly didn't reply when Hera had originally told him of her plan. Apollo rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of his incoming migraine. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

What do I do?

Apollo perked up slightly when he heard a familiar voice: one that was rarely ever heard on Olympus.

"You realize she will not stop her plan," the voice stated.

Apollo nodded without looking. "Yes, Hades, I realize that. I also realize that she will feel the wrath of the sun god as well. I will not let her get away with this."

Hades sat down on a chair in front of where Apollo was standing. He was wearing his usual black cloak of souls, and his hair was just as oily and dark as it had always been. He nodded approvingly.

"Yes, I admit Perseus has grown on me as well, especially after rescuing my children. He deserves peace with his fiancée," Hades remarked.

"I'm afraid he won't get it though," Apollo muttered dejectedly. "Or at least not for a while."

Hades shrugged. "I suppose. So what do you plan to do?"

"Well, I can't interfere with Hera, other than threatening her. Zeus would be furious if I derailed his wife's 'fabulous' plan. I also won't be able to help out Percy too much after he wakes up. I might screw up the process of regaining his memories. The only way I could possibly assist him would be by informing Zoë and helping her find him after he has gone. I don't have many options."

Hades nodded. "I'll help if you need it. It seems that Fates truly despise Perseus . . ."

-X-

The sea was a wondrous place. Mortals and immortals alike were often entranced by the colors and smells of the oceans, no matter how old they were. The salty sea breeze seemed to calm people by just wafting into their noses, filling them with the same serenity that the ocean had itself. The soft pounding of the waves often assisted some in sleeping, again complimenting the soothing effect that the sea has.

The color of the sea is often beguiling as well; the dark, sharp blues and the softer, soothing greens made a perfect combination, forcing anyone near the ocean to ogle at it in good-natured bafflement. It was beautiful, which managed to captivate of those who laid eyes upon it.

However, that was only the calm side of the sea.

The ocean had another side—a different persona. Many sailors knew the harsh sting of the ocean's darker personality—the one that would ensnare ships and pull them down to the sea floor. They also knew of the harsh storms that riddled the ocean like trees dotted the Earth. Hurricanes would tear up shores, killing citizens and destroying homes.

The sea was not always calm.

And neither was Poseidon.

Poseidon hurled his trident into the dummy, sending it flying into the wall, where it was then pinned by the points of the trident. A green glob of godly energy appeared in his hands, which he then hurled at another dummy, absolutely incinerating it. He let loose a yell of rage and started to hit dummies with flurries of godly-sized punches, sometimes knocking the heads off.

He didn't stop until her felt two slender arms wrap around him from behind. He tried to shake them off, but he heard a whisper.

"Please, stop, Poseidon. You're scaring the newborn," Amphitrite murmured.

Poseidon paused and turned slightly, and saw his newest immortal child standing in the doorway of the training room with trepidation in her emerald eyes. His second child with Amphitrite was named Helen, in hopes that she would grow up to be as beautiful as Helen of Troy once had. Hopefully, she wouldn't be the cause of a war like the original Helen.

Helen had inherited her father's eyes and hair: jade and dark, respectively. Helen looked like a ten year old now, even after being alive for only one year; gods grow very quickly during their youth.

"Daddy?" Helen asked quietly, her voice shaking slightly.

Poseidon glanced at Amphitrite. She shot him a pointed look, as if to say 'comfort your daughter, or else.'

He nodded and Amphitrite's arms slid off of him, allowing him to walk over towards Helen. Helen looked fearfully at her father; Poseidon had never allowed her to see him fight. He didn't want her to be a warlike child like Percy and Triton, so he was trying to protect her from the harsh world be keeping her as a secret in Atlantis.

Poseidon knelt down so he was Helen's height.

"Sweetie, I've told you about your big brother Percy, haven't I?" Poseidon asked her softly.

Helen nodded, taking a step closer to Poseidon.

"Something has happened to him, and I'm just angry, sweetheart. Do you understand?"

Helen nodded again.

"I'm your father, Helen, and I'll never hurt you. Please don't be afraid of me," Poseidon pleaded, his sea green eyes trying to implore her not to fear him.

Helen practically jumped into her father's arm. "I'm not scared of you, Daddy. Your powers just scared me a little."

Poseidon smiled as he held his daughter. Then he felt his stomach drop.

He hadn't told Triton.

-X-

Triton swam through the gardens that Delphin had built earlier in the year. He stopped at the statue in the middle, which was of two people. The statue was of Triton and Oceanus during the second Titan War. When Poseidon left to subdue Typhon, Triton fought with the Kraken and Oceanus while his mother took over the command of the other forces.

The bronze statue showed Triton's trident embedded in Oceanus's chest, just like it had happened during the war. Triton remembered the fight well; it was the hardest of his life. If he hadn't won, the enemy forces would have most likely destroyed Atlantis.

Triton's aqua blue eyes absorbed all the beauty in the new garden, happy he had finally been acknowledged in Atlantis. Percy had been all the rage for a while, and before that everyone only wanted to hear of Poseidon's exploits. It felt nice to be appreciated.

Now Triton had a little sister named Helen who was practically an exact copy of Percy, only immortal and female. She was rather annoying at times, kind of how Percy was when he was littler. Triton never snapped at her though; he wanted a perfect relationship with Helen, just like the one he currently had with Percy.

Percy had told Triton that he had gotten engaged while Triton was drinking a glass of Nectar. Let's just say that Percy left covered in godly liquid. Triton knew that Percy had been madly in love with that girl from the Garden of Hesperides, but Triton had no idea that he would end up becoming engaged with her. Triton had met Zoë before, and she seemed like a kind girl, even if she had been a hunter of Artemis for the past couple thousand years. Triton was happy for his little brother; he deserved a little happiness after fighting in a war.

He felt the water shift as someone flashed beside him.

"Father," Triton greeted.

When Poseidon didn't reply, Triton looked at him. He was staring harshly at the ground, like it was the source of all his problems. His eyes swirled in a hurricane of emotions, the most prominent being hatred and irritation.

"Something wrong?" Triton asked his father, trying to prompt him to say something.

"Hera has decided to send Percy to the Roman Camp," Poseidon said finally.

Triton was silent for a moment, but he felt his face grow hot from fury. Percy was engaged. Now Hera wanted to separate them? Why couldn't she pick someone else like one of the children of Hades? Actually, why was she even uniting the camps anyway? They had been separated for one reason and one reason only; they fought each other each time they met, hence the Civil War.

"And?" Triton's voice was steely.

Poseidon sighed. "There is no 'and'. I cannot stop her. Apollo has already threatened her, but she hasn't backed down. He will be taken sometime during the night and dropped off at the Wolf House."

"She can't do this!" Triton exploded, radiating so much furious energy that every merman within sixty miles probably felt it.

Poseidon plopped down onto the ground of the garden. "Zeus agreed with her. You know there is no reasoning with him once he has made his decision."

Triton pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can we do anything?"

Poseidon shook his head. "Apollo said he would help Zoë. If he comes in contact with the sea, we can help anyway we can."

Triton nodded, but closed his eyes. "Doesn't he ever get a break?"

Poseidon chuckled a bit.

"I doubt he ever will."

-X-

Apollo sat in his leather chair, closing his eyes. He prepared to enter a demigod's dreams, something he hadn't done in ages.

"Zoë Nightshade," Apollo whispered.

He felt himself drift to sleep. When he opened his eyes, he was standing in a massive field filled with waist-high grass and dotted with beautiful flowers. Apollo waded through the grass until he saw a lone figure lying on the ground, staring up at the sky, basking in the sun. It seemed that Zoë was enjoying her dream.

"Miss Nightshade," Apollo called.

Zoë jumped into the air, instinctively reaching for her belt, where she apparently kept her daggers. However, she was in a dream so she didn't possess any weapons. Zoë relaxed when she recognized Apollo.

"Oh, hello Lord Apollo," Zoë greeted bowing. "You frightened me."

Apollo gave her a grim smile. He tapped into his abilities as a seer, and green mist poured from Apollo's mouth as he distantly heard himself speak.

"The one with only one shoe will help you, Hesperid. He will lead you to what you desire most."

Apollo floated into the air, being pulled away from Zoë.

"No!" Zoë yelled. "Wait!"

Apollo was completely sucked from her dream.

A/N: So, there is the first chapter of the sequel! Leave reviews and all that stuff! I'll hopefully get some Percy POV for you guys and girls next chapter, but its sort of hard if he's been captured. It will probably be mostly in Apollo's or Zoë's POV until Percy wakes up. I hope you liked it! See you next chapter!