Percy and Artemis ran as far as they could, needing to get away from that maniac. Their legs carried them as far as they could, before Artemis dropped to the ground, exhausted. Percy pulled her into a closet as she began to sob, burying her face into his chest as she cried over her hunters.

He shushed her while he held the goddess, cradling her in his arms. She cried into him as they hugged, and Percy felt he could stay there forever.

She cried for nearly half an hour, but Percy couldn't blame her. In only a day she had lost nearly her whole family, she'd watched most of them die right in front of her. "Percy..." She whispered, and he turned his head down to look at her. "I... I'm scared." She told him, and the god frowned. "That's okay. We all are."

The goddess looked up at him. "Percy, we need to hide." She told him, and he raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked, and she grasped his collar tightly. "We need to hide. The Fates said this will end at midnight, when the Winter Solstice ends. We just need to find some place on Olympus where we can camp the next 14 hours. Away from Ares and Heracles and anyone else who wants to kill us." She told him.

Percy tried to think up places. Sticking in groups would attract attention, so finding the Seven and/or Apollo and Hermes wouldn't be a good idea. "But where? Unless you suggest hiding in closets for the next half a day, I can't think of anywhere." He told her.

Artemis thought for a moment, staring off to the side in frustration. "The market got overrun really quick, the throne room is suicide, Heracles would probably check the gardens again just to make sure we didn't just go back there. I don't know. We should go find someplace, but be wary of anyone, don't try and fight." She told him, and the god nodded.

They sat in the closet for a long time, holding each other close, trying their best to hide their fear from each other. It took them a few minutes to gain the courage to leave, and when they did, the light was practically blinding.

They gathered their things and ventured off once more, destined to survive. They didn't care about winning, as long as they both survived. They didn't care if Ares won and became king, they could just run off to Alaska for a day, far from the reach of any god.