A/N: I am so sorry about the huge wait. A horrible nasty ugly evil mean writer's block has been following me around for almost two weeks. I feel really bad... :'( Don't kill me. The WB is gone now. Yay. Updates will hopefully be much faster. Just a reminder that this story will be over in the next few chapters.

Calypso's POV
Even before she gave the command to charge, Calypso knew it was hopeless.

In terms of size and strength, her army was outnumbered ten to one. And then there was Gaea, who could easily bury them alive at any moment.

Calypso pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and tried to focus on the present. A little ways away, one of the naiads was attacking Porphyrion. Calypso felt a flash of worry. Separated from their source, nymphs were virtually powerless. These ones had assured Calypso that they would be fine. But she still didn't like the odds.

Porphyrion swung his club at the naiad. She dove out of the way, just barely dodging the swing but tripping over an inconvenient rock and landing spread-eagled on the ground, which promptly began to turn to quicksand beneath her. Her weapon flew out of her hands and almost impaled one of her fellow nymphs. Porphyrion raised his club again.

In a split second decision, Calypso ran straight at Porphyrion, dodging in and hacking at his legs with her dagger. He howled with rage and whirled around to face her, but even as she watched, the wound closed up, healed.

In her peripheral vision, Calypso spotted Percy and Annabeth fighting their way towards the Parthenon. She swallowed a lump in her throat at the thought of Percy and dodged as Porphyrion attacked. She ducked his swing and rolled nimbly through his huge legs, springing to her feet instantly and attacking from behind.

"Puny mortal!" Porphyrion wailed. "You will die a slow death!"

"Actually, I'm immortal," Calypso muttered, darting over to the naiad, who was still trying and failing not to sink into the earth.

Calypso held out a hand to the nymph, but at that moment an ear-splitting shriek carried clearly through the clamour of the battle. The ground shook. Parts of the columns cracked and came away.

A sudden silence fell. Calypso straightened up and stood on tiptoes, trying to see into the Parthenon. What on earth was happening?

Then something hit her hard on the head, and everything went black.

-------turn the clock back like, what, 30 mins?-------

Percy's POV
Percy and Annabeth made a mad dash through the melee of assorted nymphs, giants, and random monsters that had apparently just appeared. The entrance to the Parthenon loomed ahead of them. They kept their heads down and their hands clasped and tried to look insignificant.

The good thing was, Percy noted, that the nymphs were extremely angry. These ones had come from Ogygia; the rest of their brethren had refused to submit to the new regime and had been completely obliterated. The ones remaining on Ogygia, being so isolated, had not been fully aware of what was going on in the real world. Percy, Annabeth and Calypso had explained, and most of the nymphs had immediately taken to the plan. They were fuelled by anger. A desire for revenge.

Just like Percy.

Frankly, he didn't quite know how much difference Annabeth's return had made. Or rather, if it had made enough difference. Like, he loved her and everything, and she had sort of reconstructed his resolve to get back everything they had lost. But that was the thing. Everything had been lost. Maybe they could get it back, but it had been lost regardless. Percy had dealt with enough loss throughout his lifetime. There was only so much he could take.

Assuming they had interpreted the Final Prophecy correctly, spilling their own blood at the Parthenon should result in everything going back to the way it was before. But not quite exactly the same, as Percy knew all too well. He always felt so happy with Annabeth. But something was gone, was broken and couldn't be repaired. Not in their relationship. In Percy.

Annabeth stumbled to a sudden halt, derailing Percy's train of thought. She gripped his hand and said, "Here we go." They had made it to the bottom of the steps of the Parthenon.

Percy peered up into the ruins of the Parthenon and drew a shaky breath. Here we go, indeed.

Without warning, Annabeth spun him towards her and pulled him into a kiss.

All reasonable thought fled Percy's mind. He was being whisked away in a swirl of blissful oblivion; the only thing connecting him to the world was Annabeth. One hand at her waist, the other buried in her beautiful golden curls, her strawberry scent encasing him in a cloud of happiness. He wished he could just stay like that forever. She took the pain away.

But they broke apart, and Percy was hurled brutally back to earth, and reality of their situation. Annabeth's intelligent grey eyes bored into him, and he looked down, guilt welling up in the pit of his stomach.

Annabeth cupped his cheek in her hand, and he finally met her gaze. Those grey depths pulled him under, and suddenly, it was perfectly clear to him that she knew. It was impossible to hide anything from Annabeth. She always knew. She always figured it out. He'd always known it would come to this.

"Percy," she began.

"It'll be fine," he said, cutting her off, unsure whether he was trying to convince Annabeth or himself. He pulled away from her and turned toward the Parthenon, feeling his heart shatter all over again. And this time, putting it back together was not an option. Too many hits had rendered him irreparable.

"Let's go."
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A/N: yeah I know it's boring. I'm sorry. It was written in a time of writer's block. Yeah Percy's kinda OOC. BUT GUYS!!! ITS A FREAKING FANFICTION!!!! Roll with it. I'm sorry. This fic is kinda slowly dying. I feel like it's nowhere near my best work. Sad face. Lol my love for Owl City is just. Just. Like. Just OMYGODS. I CANNOT EVEN. How did this happen? I don't understand. Lol. Ily unicorns.

Yours in demigodishness, and all that.
Peace out