Freedom

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Part I: Chapter I

Waking Up

To say Percy woke up with a headache was an understatement. He woke with a killer headache, he felt like his brain was being assaulted by Laistrygonian giants. Black spots danced across his eyes, blurring his vision so he had to blink repeatedly in order to clear his sight. He wasn't in any pain. No physical pain at least but he couldn't remember anything at all. Well, he remembered that his name was Perseus "Percy" Jackson, that he was the son of Sally Jackson and the mighty Greek Sea God, Poseidon. He was welcomed into Camp Half-Blood when he was twelve years old.

There was something else though, just what was it.

Oh...

There was a battle against Gaea. Percy knew that she had won that battle at Camp Half-Blood but he just didn't remember how she did it exactly. He honestly didn't remember much after seeing the triumphant smile plastered on her vine covered face as she stood at the top of Half-Blood Hill, and her victoriously vile laugh as the darkness claimed him that fateful day.

Oh Gods. Percy forced himself to sit up as a million questions suddenly bombarded his mind with a brutal crash, actually making his head hurt even more than before. He wished there was someone who could answer the big question that had plagued his mind.

Why the heck was he underwater?

Percy looked around, finally coming to terms of his current location. He was in the middle of the god damn ocean. He wasn't seated on the ocean floor; he was suspended in the water. He wasn't floating through the water, no; he was drifting gently in the water, the current moving him along. How long had he been drifting for? He looked over himself, noticing that he was wearing a torn Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. He looked through the holes in his shirt and saw the remains of fading scars that he didn't remember getting. They were fading but they had obviously been taking a very long time to heal judging by the length of the scars.

Percy noticed his Camp necklace floating directly in front of his face and his hand went up and he clutched it in his hand as multitudes of bittersweet memories ran through his mind. He felt like he was int same spot that he was in just over a year when Beckendorf died; not knowing where he was? What day it was? How was he going to get back home?

It hit him hard.

Home.

Percy tried to think. He couldn't feel his father's presence in the water like he usually did. The ocean felt wild and out of control, not the usual calm it was when his father was there. Something seemed very off to him, like the day he was attacked by Ms. Dodds when he was twelve. But this time, it felt a million times worse. Percy knew there was a specific reason he was just waking up in the middle of the ocean with no clue of what had happened. When it comes to myths, there was always a reason.

Percy straightened himself, before he kicked hard, propelling himself to the surface, bracing himself for the reality that lay above the water surface. He broke through like a dolphin gracefully jumping out the water, breathing in the salty fresh air. Percy looked around and found that he was close to the shore, instantly recognizing his surroundings. He was somewhere past Coney Island Beach, currently located near Manhattan. He could see the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge above him. He was in Brooklyn. He could hear the same old cars honking and people chatting and walking. The regular New York thing, but it was all very, very wrong.

Finally coming to a decision, Percy started swimming to shore but why was he in Brooklyn? Why was he so far from Camp?

The sky was a bright orange but the sun wasn't anywhere to be seen. The air felt dry as he climbed out of the water and onto a stretch of land and got more bitter the more he inhaled it. His throat was dry along with his lips and he was severely parched, even though he should feel fine, but he felt weak.

A thought was banging inside his mind and he couldn't help but feel like something was missing. He didn't feel as whole-hearted as he should, there was something missing and then he felt down and a sharp pain stab into his heart. Literally.

There were very few people out on the strip. It was wonderfully warm, which was slightly refreshing and it was obvious because it was summertime. There were a couple of girls and boys running to the rails with their parents to fish but the water wasn't clean enough to fish. The fish were probably dead, and that was normal in the city. Yet, that off feeling hit Percy again, this time harder. The people all looked scared and extremely cautious of their surrounding, like they seemed to be in the wrong place.

Percy didn't recognize any of the people on the streets at all. He didn't know many mortals since he was fond of the before and after he was twelve.

Percy finally climbed over the rail; hoping that none of the mortals in the area freaked out if they saw some random boy magically appearing out of the water, completely dry, dressed in shredded clothes and looking around like some escaped convict, looking for a place to hide out. Yes, it's true, people have seen strange things in New York, but not this strange.

Percy sighed as he forced himself to walk away from the safety of the water and into the open. Some of the mortals swiveled their heads and noticed Percy. They looked a bit shocked, but not shocked in the way Percy thought. They pointed at him as if he was some lost memory or a cartoon character from an old show on Disney Channel. But the truly weirdest part of their facial expressions was a blitzed mixture of shock, horror and oddly joy. People turned to call their friends, but by the time they turned back, Percy had made sure that he was out of sight.

He headed straight across the empty highway and made way for Manhattan. There was an abandoned shack nearby. Percy had no clue why it would be abandoned but he decided to go in anyway and try and find some items of clothing. If someone spotted him in his torn clothes, they would definitely be very suspicious. After a few minutes of rummaging through the shack, he finally found some clothes, putting on the dark grey hoodie and faded jeans that were folded on one of the shelves he looked on. It wasn't hard to find his size, and being in proper clothing, he felt better.

Percy went over to the cash register that was hidden under the counter and pried it open, and found three hundred and fifty-two dollars inside. Not a bad amount, Percy thought to himself and she rolled the money together and tucked it into the back pocket of his new/old jeans. The money would be enough to get him where he wanted to go, which was good.

He made his way out the shack and started walking back down to the intersection, where yet again, the streets went empty, not as empty as the highway, yet still empty enough to still seem weird. It took Percy twenty-two minutes to locate and flag down a taxi.

"Oh Gods, I haven't had a customer in weeks! No one ever comes out anymore! Where to chief?" the drive spoke excitedly, freaking Percy out a little bit as he climbed into the taxi, still looking at the skinny and pale driver. He looked so sorrowful and pitiful and now that Percy had arrived, his eyes had lit with excitement and hope. The fact that the man didn't have anyone to drive around was questionable. Percy shrugged it off until he realized something.

Gods? Did the driver just say Gods.

Maybe he was a past demigod who actually survived. Or maybe it was just a slip of the tongue. Or worse, he was a monster. Percy didn't dare say anything else but the address of his old New York City home, just to be careful.

"Sure thing." The driver said calmly this time, pulling out onto the road, and they were now on their way to Manhattan. The ride made Percy a bit wary. It could have been the nerves or something else, but Percy was very cautious.

Percy's heart jerked as he arrived back in the city. His home, he hadn't been there in a while. It was heartwarming and refreshing, well that was until he looked at Time Square. There were barely any civilians on the streets that usually buzzed with life at this time of the day. The road was bare except for very few cars and people walking and running desperately to get inside buildings. Percy thought that it was very weird and that off feeling in his gut grew tenfold as he traveled further and further down the familiar path towards his home.

That's when he saw it. It was everywhere and anywhere that had a sign. On billboards, newspapers, windows and more. Everywhere Percy turned, all he saw was her hollow eyes all around him. that smug, nasty, triumphant look that she wore the day she stood upon Half-Blood Hill. Even though it was another body, Percy knew it was the Earth Mother herself. Gaea. Below her picture was a caption, more like a title:

Earth Mother Today, Earth Leader Forever.

It was a ridiculous slogan but it was something very Gaea like. Percy felt the dread as he looked at the face of one of his friends forced to be her host body. Percy remembered that day clearly, has if it happened a second ago.

Percy and Annabeth were in some deep trouble right now. They were back to back, a large and seemingly endless ring of centaurs and Karpoi surrounded them, there was no escape, they were completely surrounded. Percy eyed them all strategically, ginning as a silly thought popped in his head. It kind of helped that his girlfriend was a daughter of Athena.

"Plan?" He asked curiously as he raised Riptide into the air, daring the monsters to come at him so the deadly blade could taste their monster blood once again.

Percy could tell that that the gears in Annabeth's were moving rapidly, her brain working on overdrive and coming up with nothing.

"I take left, you take right?" Obviously, it just wasn't their day.

Percy charged the first centaur that charged and Percy slid beneath its legs, driving Riptide into it;s lower body while Annabeth stabbed it's chest, double teaming the monster. Percy rolled up, dodging an oncoming sword that slashed past his face, their swords sparking as they as they clashed. Annabeth kicked off a Karpoi and used the leverage to catapult herself onto the back of another centaur. She became the rider. Percy meanwhile, slashed at a Karpoi that launched itself at him and Annabeth blacked the spear of a centaur from impaling her boyfriend.

Percy could keep up with the chaos around him and for a second thought that they could win. Hazel was riding on Arion, keeping up with any demigods in need. Lou Ellen and her mist made it easy to veer monsters off course and fight one another. Romans and Greeks fought together side by side, as one unified order. The Athena Parthenos stood proud and tall on Half-Blood Hill, giving everyone a surge of empowerment and the necessary courage to stay and fight. The gods were unified, but sadly, it just wasn't enough.

Everything turned horribly wrong as Percy froze, watching a screaming comet soar through the sky, directly at the ignoramus thunderstorm that raged in the sky with fire blazing and all hope was lost when the comet made contact with the Festus instead of Gaea; The blood curdling scream that resonated from the son of Hephaestus, stabbed in Percy's heart as the fear set in. Piper and Jason plummeted to the ground but they vanished into thin air, but there was no sign of Leo or Festus the dragon, as the sky rained dirt and fire.

"Whoa!" Annabeth cried from behind Percy as he turned round, only to watch as the centaur Annabeth was on had just kicked his rear end up as Percy turned to her, making Annabeth launch off of the centaur like an onager and she landed on the ground with a sickening crunch. Percy was so distracted that he had been unable to help her.

He raced forward and stabbed riptide into the centaur's body, instantly getting revenge on the centaur and then he ran to Annabeth's side. She lay on the floor, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she cursed loudly in pain.

"Annabeth," he cried as he arrived by her side, instantly seeing how much pain she was in.

"I think I dislocated it!" She groaned. Percy tried hard to think on the spot. He had no ambrosia or nectar on him, and there was nothing he could do. A loud explosion from Half-Blood Hill caught his attention and his stomach churned as he saw that the Athena Parthenos was no longer there on the hill. Where did it go?

Hazel and Nico came in Percy's direction, both riding on Arion's back as they were both frantically crying, "It didn't work."

"What?" Percy shouted in distress, not just because of Annabeth.

"What do you mean it didn't work?" Annabeth wheezed painfully. Percy took a hold of her good arm and put it around her shoulder and helped her to her feet, Annabeth cursing as pain shot through her shoulder.

"We have to leave, Now!" Hazel panicked nervously. The ground began to shake and everyone fell over, Annabeth landing on top of Percy who cushioned her fall heroically for her, preventing her from hurting her bad shoulder. Percy tried to use his powers to stabilize the ground but he couldn't help control it. And then it happened, the grounded literally rippled beneath their feet and bodies.

"Such a valiant effort but you just wasted your time trying to defeat me. Now you will suffer and watch helplessly as I destroy your home before the real fun starts." Gaea's voice boomed, echoing over the swarms of bodies of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. Pieces of the earth began to crumble and and sink into a giant hole, that was almost like a black hole to suck the camp in. As the buildings disappeared, the demigods disappeared in the clouds of dark brown dust, and many more were being sucked into the ground.

"Hop on!" Nico ordered. "The four of us can fit. We can't help anyone else if we don't regroup somewhere else!" Percy froze and looked around at the destruction, usually the good guys always prevailed over evil but today, they had lost.

Hazel climbed a top of Arion, crying helplessly as she searched for Frank among the fleeing bodies or the dead that lay upon the ground of the battle field. The multitudes of campers fleeing all began disappearing into the dust, and sinking into the earth at Gaea's command as her laugh echoed through the air. Percy so badly wanted to go back and look for Jason and Piper, and Leo but Nico was right. The two most likely hadn't survived the fall from the sky, and were probably wounded from the blast, probably already dead before they hit the ground.

Percy had honestly, never felt so useless in his entire life.

Percy was getting ready to help Annabeth saddle Annabeth on Arion when he caught sight of a spear hurtling towards her out of the corner of his eye. "Annabeth watch out!" He shouted as he shoved Annabeth out the of the spear's path and instead of colliding with her, it hit him dead straight in his abdomen, instantly crying in pain. At times like these, he really missed the Curse of Achilles even though it was deadly.

Percy tried to pull the spear out but he collapsed to the ground from fatigue and weakness, Annabeth finally realizing what he had just done. "Percy! Oh Gods No!" She shouted as she weakly got off the ground, ignoring her throbbing shoulder as she scrambled to Percy's side. Percy didn't think that he was that amazing but it was sad that after all these years, he would be taken out by a flying spear, it was almost laughable but Percy found himself grateful that he was able to protect Annabeth one last time before his death.

Annabeth had finally reached his side, getting irritated, she grabbed her injured arm and thrust it up hard, locking her arm back into place but not before muttering a string of incoherent curses before she leaned forward and clasped her hands around the wood of the spear and pressed down on Percy's stomach, trying to contain the bleeding.

Percy's vision had blurred severely as he eyes constantly tried to remain closed every time he blinked. All he wanted to do was throw up, and could you really blame him. what would you want to do if you had a spear in your stomach.

When his eyes began closing again, he felt a familiar warmth tapping against his cheek frantically which motivated him to open his eyes again and he was met with a set of grey eyes that belonged to his Wise Girl. When his eyes drooped again, Annabeth frantically spoke, "Come on, Percy. Please don't leave me. You can't leave me, not after everything we have been through. Just stay with me." She begged as squished her eyes closed and Percy felt something warm and wet drop against his cheek.

It took a second for him to realize that his Wise Girl was crying, and she was crying over him. he hated it when he made her cry. Annabeth moved her hands away from his wound and cradled his head in her arms, pressing his ear right against her chest and he could hear the rapid drumming of her terror filled heart.

"My followers," Gaea started to proclaim, "This war is over. Victory belongs to us."

"Someone help!" Nico shouted as he appeared on Percy's other side, his eyes wide with fear, as Percy hear the distinct sound of footsteps scrambling toward him. he felt as if he was holding onto the ledge that he held when he and Annabeth fell into Tartarus, only this time, he was alone and there would be no way out.

"Dear Gods!" He heard Hazel cry, obviously finally realizing what had happened to Percy.

"Get an Apollo kid! Get anyone! Get someone who can help him!" Annabeth wept weakly, her strong demeanor deteriorating rapidly. Percy could hear Gaea laughing in his mind. Prepare for your never ending suffering Jackson, she mocked. Percy thought that now would be a good time to shut up.

Annabeth kissed his forehead, the feel of her lips against his skin, lingering warmly. Percy reached into his pocket weakly, grabbing something securely in the protective embrace of his palm as he lifted his hand towards Annabeth, ignoring the fact that it felt like he was holding up the sky once again

"You needed us?" Percy saw will and his sister next Annabeth. Percy recalled that the girl's name was Ashley, she was a first year camper and this is what she was experiencing.

Percy ignored Will and everyone around has he gained the courage and opened his hand, showing Annabeth what was inside. Her breath hitched as she saw it lying in his hand, in all it's splendor and beauty.

"I had this," He coughed, groaning in pain from having moved his abdomen, "After we left Tartarus. Wasn't gonna give it to you until after this was over." He wanted to wait for the end of the war. For the impending end of Gaea but that wouldn't be so he had to do it now before he went to Elysium. Annabeth let out silent tears and looked sad and defeated by what Percy was doing and saying. She knew what he meant, and yet, Percy found himself amazed at how much she was fighting the unmissable pain that courses through her shoulder, especially after she had popped it back into place.

"I love you." Percy forced out, as he dropped what was in his hand into Annabeth's open hand and he made sure that she had it safe and secure in her fist. Will started slowly pulling the spear out, Percy instantly screaming in pain, Annabeth squeezed her eyes out so she wouldn't have to watch as Percy screamed. When will pulled it out, he threw it to the side and put his hand on the bleeding wound on Percy's stomach, which caused Percy to jerk in pain.

Will closed his eyes and prayed a silent incantation and his face grew paler as he opened his eyes and saw that nothing had happened. Ashley moved forward and placed her hands on top of her brother's and they both repeated the same incantation to find that nothing had changed and their faces went even paler. Will looked up at Nico with a grave look on his face.

"I don't have much energy left. We need medicine and-" but the rest that came out was an ungodly scream as Will was sucked into the ground.

"Will!" Both Nico and Ashley shouted in unison.

"Come on, we need to get out of here now. Hazel, get on Arion now. I can make another jump and take the tree of us-"

"No Nico. You'll kill yourself." Annabeth protested quickly, cutting Nico off. She turned to where Ashley was and her faced paled when she saw a black hole close up as if nothing had been there. "We need to get out of here. Percy can you stand?" Annabeth tried to lift Percy to his feet but he screamed in agony and collapsed back on the ground.

"Annabeth," he said gravely, knowing what the situation had come to. "Go with Nico and Hazel." He ordered.

She shook her head at him, defiantly. "No, I am not leaving you. Never. You promised we would never be apart, ever. We are not starting now." She said tearfully, trying to plead her case but Percy shook his head.

"Annabeth, you have to. Please, just go."

"No, stop being a Seaweed Brain and get up." Percy had the nerve to laugh but it died as Arion started sinking into the ground, Hazel going down with him. Nico had grabbed her arm and tried to pull her free from the clutches of the earth but this was a tug of war he would never win as Hazel's hand was yanked away from his and she disappeared into the earth.

"Hazel." Nico shouted before he disappeared. Percy was just about to warn Annabeth away from the dirt that was now consuming her before he blacked out but as the world went black, he saw Gaea standing a top Half-Blood Hill, her laugh booming through the hills as she ordered her troops towards Manhattan, and the final straw was she looked right at Percy and smirked before the world went black.

This was all wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen, Percy and his friends were suppose to defeat Gaea and save the day, they were suppose to same Camp Half-Blood and have a new found friendship with Camp Jupiter and live peacefully for once in their lives. He was supposed to marry Annabeth and they were supposed to go to New Rome and live happily ever after, raising their children.

Annabeth.

Percy's heart weighed down just thinking her name. He realized that was the missing piece of his heart. Her. Where was she? If she was anywhere in this Gaea infested world, then he was going to do whatever it took to find her. No matter what, Percy and Annabeth would be together again and that was a promise. Percy's mind latched onto his best memory, the day they reunited at Camp Jupiter. His mind jumped to the memory of the night they spent in Paris, and then he started thinking of her.

He found himself thinking of her laugh, her smile, her eyes, her mocking tone that he had grown to love, they were all happy memories but all they did was make him feel guiltier. Here he was on his way home to his family, and only now was he pausing to think about his other half. That made Percy wonders even more now. If Gaea had taken over the world, then what did she do with all of his friends? What happened to Camp after it sank? Is there even a Camp Half-Blood left?

Percy turned his head and actually looked at his reflection for the first time in the window and found himself stared wide eyed at himself. He looked so much more different than he thought he would. His hair was longer and messier; he was actually taller and had way more muscle than he remembered. His eyes were darker than his normal sea green color he had, the youthful glow they usually had had faded away. Percy touched his face to feel stubble, his eyes wide. Whoa? He looked older.

"Excuse me?" Percy practically jumped at hearing how much deeper his voice was. It wasn't too low, but he wouldn't have recognized himself if he heard from a distance. Percy shook his head and continued to ask his question.

"What is today's date?" Percy felt his heartbeat growing quicker and quicker from the anxiousness and his nerves were seriously on edge as he waited for the answer.

"Thursday, June twenty-ninth." Percy inhaled sharply, knowing that the battle with Gaea was on August first. So it's been a year, no two since he saw his mom and Paul, and only a year since he saw any of his Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter families. Percy couldn't believe that, it couldn't have been so little, it felt a lot more.

"Wait but-"

"Here's your stop." The driver had just pulled up in front of Percy's old apartment building, it looked beat and severely run down. There was graffiti on the walls and wooden boards nailed to the windows. Percy looked up at what was or what he hoped was the window that lead into his living room. There was a small speck of light passing through the board so he knew that someone was definitely in there and he was determined to find out if it was who he was hoping for. Percy climbed out the taxi and was about to walk off when he remembered that he owed the driver the money.

He turned on his heel and smiled at the driver as he pulled the money out his back pocket pulled out the first that was in the lot of money. "Thanks." Percy said in a grateful tone as he handed off the money to the driver who was smiling.

"Thanks." The driver said as he accepted the money and he drove off, looking as if he had just won the lottery.

Percy faced his building with a deep breath and he walked into the building. Climbing up the stairs, Percy arrived at his floor and headed straight for his apartment door. When he got there, her hesitated to ring the doorbell. What if it wasn't his parents inside this apartment? What if they had already been taken to be tortured by Gaea and her wretched minions? Percy was quite frankly, afraid of what lay behind this very closed door.

Percy shook away any of his nerves and decided to expect the unexpected no matter how much it frightened him to death. He stepped back when he pressed the doorbell and he heard the echoing ring coming from within the apartment, and that's when he heard the light footsteps that were making their way to the door and he braced himself for whatever would appear when this very door opened.

The door swung open to reveal his distraught looking mother, the infamous Sally Jackson. She stood before him, holding up a knife as if she were about to murder a man.

"If you're looking for a runaway you won't-" his mom's breath hitched as her eyes widened when she saw who was standing in the hallway. Percy felt the tears pooling in his eyes as his mom gasped, instantly dropping the knife to the floor and her hands going over her mouth, trying to force down her sobs. Percy couldn't speak and he flinched slightly when his mom's hand brushed his cheek, tracing the fading scar line that was there, tears gushing from her eyes. "My baby boy, is that you." She said brokenly and yet hopefully.

"Mom." Percy forced out., his throat was hurting from holding back his sobs. Percy hadn't seen his mother since, since Hera took away his memories. His mom must have been somewhat aware of his whereabouts during that time, probably it was Annabeth who told her, or hopefully he heard his message he left her all that while ago but for the past two years, he was probably dead to her by her reaction to seeing him.

"Percy! My son!" She cried joyously as she wrapped him in a hug and he returned the warm embrace, both of them sobbing into each other's shoulders. She pulled away and cupped Percy's face, smiling as she analysed his face, her eyes filled with so much tears and love. "My God. My Baby boy, my sweet baby boy!" She smiled through the tears as the two smiled, their foreheads against each others. "Oh, I can't believe it's you. It's been so long. I thought Gaea... We thought that you were dead." She cried.

"I am here mom, and I am not going anywhere." Percy promised as they embraced once more but Percy pulled away when he heard footsteps coming towards the door and what came with footsteps was a all too familiar voice.

"Sally, I hear crying. Is everything alright?" Percy looked up to see his old friend holding a blue plastic hairbrush towards the door for defense. Her bright red hair was curly as ever and looked short and recently cut. Her green eyes brightened as if she knew something that he didn't (which she always did). She was wearing a green cloak and her demeanor was calm yet deadly and violent.

"Rachel?" Percy said with a grin, being able to recognize the oracle of Delphi anywhere.

"Percy?" Rachel took a step back. Percy's eyes twinkled.

"Seriously Dare, I really thought that you of all people would have seen this coming." Percy smirked and Rachel found herself grinning.

"Holy Poseidon, it is you." Rachel rolled her eyes but Percy could see them shining as well. Rachel tackled him with a hug. Sally leaned forward and looked to the left and right of the hallway before she turned to Rachel and Percy.

"Get inside. We don't need anyone hearing of this." His mom whispered. Rachel pulled away and nodded too and they stepped out the way and Percy stepped into the apartment, Rachel doing another quick check to make sure that no one was looking around before she closed the door and locked it. Percy walked through his apartment, and took in his home. Everything was still the same as he remembered. Apart from the boards blocking out the sunlight, everything was where it always was.

Percy was about to ask where Paul was when he felt a sharp and painful slap hit him on the back of his head. He turned to Rachel, his eyes filled with annoyance and his mom was just standing to the side looking absolutely amused by the scene. "Ow. Seriously Rachel, what was that for?"

"For making everyone think that you were dead, you idiot. It's been years." She explained. "Where have you been?" she demanded, wanting an answer.

"Huh?" Percy said in a confused manner. "Years?" Rachel nodded. Percy looked between his mom and Rachel, they were dead serious. He was afraid to ask the new question that was bugging him.

"What..." Percy froze but forced out the rest of the question, "...what year is it?" He asked shaking his head, scared of his expected answer. Rachel's eyes widened in understanding but she couldn't find herself about to answer him.

"Rachel?" he called to her but she didn't answer him. he turned towards his mother worriedly, noticing her unreadable expression.

"Mom?" he asked. Sally looked at her son helpless and defeated, tears brimming in Percy's eyes once more.

"Why won't you answer me?" he asked them. Rachel weakly put her hand on Percy's shoulder and looked at him gravely, sitting him down on the couch, his mother seated next to him, taking his hand in hers.

"Percy, it's been seven years since the war with Gaea." Percy's eyes bulged out of his head. Hat explained a lot and why so much had changed. That's why everyone thought that he was dead. He was seventeen anymore, no, he was twenty four years old.

KDOH: hey guys. If you have seen this before, this is Freedom by AshleyDaughterofApollo but as Ashley has vacated fanfic as of yesterday, I have decided as co-author to finish what we started and finish Freedom on behalf of Ashley. This is not theft, I have adopted it from her and will finish it for her so i am starting it from the beginning so I can get editing chapters and finish writing the chapters that are ahead.