(Recap: "It's alright. Do it. Just please tell the whole truth to the campers."

"We will, you have our word." Zeus said.

Then he got up from his throne, his height kept on increasing till he reached his original godly height. Then he summoned his lightning bolt.

"Thank you for all you have done for us Percy, we never thought it would come to this, bit please understand that we are left with no choice. We can't break rules that were set even before we became Olympians."

"I understand. Although I'm not sorry for my actions, never will be."

The big three just sighed. Then Zeus aimed his bolt at Percy's chest and prepared to shoot a bolt.)

3rd PERSON'S POV :

The news of the tragic execution of Percy Jackson had spread, if possible, even faster than wildfire. Chiron was distraught, Jason, Piper and the rest of the seven except Leo (whose whereabouts were still unknown) plus Reyna and Nico seemed to be lost in sadness and depression. They wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep. They just kept staring at the sky and openly cursing the Gods, disbelieving that Percy could ever even condone let alone actually commit a murder. However, there was one person who didn't curse the Gods. The most distraught, the most mentally destroyed soul who wouldn't eat, sleep, talk, leave her cabin or her bed or the photo of her boyfriend she had tightly clutched in her hands. She shed no tears, showed no emotions. Chiron tried to talk to her multiple times, but all in vain. She just stared into nothingness, nobody certain as to what was exactly going on in her mind. Days went by, and days turned into one week. The campers were still not able to get over the fact that their hero had died. Eventually Annabeth had started leaving her room and coming out, although she wouldn't speak to anyone. She would go out, eat a bit and then return to her bunk and get busy doing stuff she did her best to hide from her bunkmates.
Chiron, now having had enough of it, decided to talk to Annabeth in private about her behavior.
So that day when she was having dinner, Chiron went to her and spoke softly "Meet me in the big house as soon as you finish your dinner. No excuses, it's important."
She just stared back while the centaur left.

A few minutes later, Annabeth walked into the big house where Chiron was patiently awaiting her arrival. She automatically sat down.

Chiron didn't want to, but he knew the way Annabeth would speak. She had hidden all her emotions inside her, and she needed to let them all out. The emotions were locked deep within her, the key to let them out was to feel the pain. You cannot get over something you don't wanna feel. Annabeth Chase seriously needed to cry and mourn the loss of her boyfriend. Only then would she speak her mind.
"My child. You've been so quite lately. So... Indifferent with what happened... makes one wonder if you ever even cared about Percy."
Annabeth gave Chiron a disbelieving look. Still she said nothing though, so Chiron had to go on
"You are so unfazed by his death Annabeth, you have dissappointed me. I thought you would be broken beyond imagination, your scars impossible to heal. But here you are, doing your work, eating sleeping and leading your life like you actually believe that the man who had just died was a murderer. Was he? Well, you are a daughter of Athena, the smartest of her kids. So if you think that, maybe I should announce it to the whole camp as well?"
"What. Are. You. Saying, Chiron?" Annabeth spoke for the first time since hearing the news of the execution.
"Just what I feel is happening."
"Is that what you feel is happening? You thinking I'm unfazed? You think I didn't love him? How dare you Chiron? How DARE you? I miss him more with every passing second Chiron. I miss his touch, his voice, his hair, his smile, his every single thing that you've never even noticed!" and the daughter of Athena broke. It was as painful for Chiron to speak those words as it was for Annabeth to hear them. Because he knew that if anyone could ever define unconditional love, Annabeth Chase and Perseus Jackson would be the examples. If anyone could ever describe heartbreak and lonliness aptly, Annabeth Chase would be the example. Annabeth's eyes were recreating Niagara falls, but Chiron didn't stop her. He just held her like a father for about fifteen to twenty minutes, rocking her and rubbing soothing circles behind her back to calm her down.

"He was my everything Chiron. I don't know what to do now. I swear, I loved him with every molecule of my body. My heart beat for him and my eyes blinked for him. I feel so alone and lost now Chiron, so alone and lost." She cried.

"I can't say everything will be fine my dear. But the fates aren't that cruel. Remember, there is no such thing as bad life, Just bad timing. You will get only what you deserve, and Gods know you deserve the best."

"Why me though. Why always me? First he lost his memory, then we had to travel on that wretched ship, then.. Then then when all looked to be finally setting in place, he.. He left us..." She said, letting out gut-wrenching sobs one after another.

Chiron had no words of comfort. In fact he himself felt somewhat similarly. Every time he got attached to a hero, that hero would either become a lunatic egoistic jerk like Hercules or die a tragic end like Achilles and now Percy. And not only them. Every war he'd seen, every battle they'd won, to the world, it seemed like they'd become victorios. No one truly realized the actual death toll, only he did. Percy's case stood out among the rest though, because unlike the rest he didn't die in battle. The hero who instilled fear in the minds of monsters and titans alike, whose death if ever imagined was nothing other then a tragic end, was victim to a controversial execution. Controversial because no one who knew him could actually beleive that he'd done it. But the Gods had shown them a video of his confession. Upto his confession. They said that the part with the execution needed to be censored, since it was inappropriate for the viewers.

"Chiron. Tell me honestly. Do you believe he did it?"
"No my child. I do not. But things aren't in his favour. He's Percy. He would never confess to a crime he didn't commit. He'd rather die."
"Yeah. And as much as I'd hate to admit, the Gods would never steep so low as to force him into a confession. Poseidon loves him too much to allow that, that much I'm sure of."

"Then who could've done this?"
"I don't know Chiron. What I do know, though, is that he didn't do it. He may or may not have used his hands, but it wasn't his decision. He was either controlled or blackmailed. And I intend to find out who was the culprit.

"That's what you've been upto lately haven't you? In your room the entire time? Planning something."

"Yes. I can't tell you what, but I can tell you I'm travelling to Poseidon's palace tomorrow first thing at dawn to begin investigating."

"Annabeth. Lord Poseidon is going through a hard time. He just lost two of his sons, and he hates your mother. Do you think he'll take kindly to you arriving there uninvited?"

"I'll never be able to achieve my goal if I keep thinking of what the Gods will or won't like at every step I take, Chiron."

"Okay Annabeth. You're no longer a kid, so I won't stop you. But remember, no matter how many people you lose, there are always enough left to fight for, people worthy enough to live for."

"I'll bear that in mind Chiron."
Annabeth nodded and got up, about to go to her room. Just then Chiron interrupted her
"I'm sorry for what I had to say today Annabeth, I hope you understood why I had to do it. I loved and will always love you like a daughter. I've already lost many children. Please don't die Annabeth."

"I won't. Just let Jason, Piper and the rest of my friends know." She whispered, and left the big house, readying herself for tomorrow's suicidal task.

Meanwhile somewhere in the middle of a forest at a location listed in no map, lay a young woman, unconscious and injured. Her head injury suggested she'd been knocked out with a blow on the head. From behind. "Coward" She'd thought before she'd passed out. Now she was coming out of her unconscious state. She groggily sat up, but being a warrior, she became alert to her surroundings immediately. Realizing she was in the middle of a forest, she tried to sit up straight, but ended up hitting her head on something. She realized something then- she was captive, in a cage which she assessed to be made of some kind of material she'd never ever come across or heard of. She was just about to scream for help when she heard weird gurgling noises. Weird to the inexperienced of course, the woman soon deciphered them to be the laughter of dracanae. A few moments later the laughing creatures came into her view. The dracanae sneered and wrinkled their noses when they saw their captive awake.
"My my. Look who issss awake." One of them hissed.
"You captured your death. I hope you already dug your graves before coming here." She challanged.

"Oh don't worry about us. You know, this cage is virtually unbreakable. Even if we wanted to, we couldn't open it to have a bit of fun with you." The other said.

"Shut up you two. Master would be very displeased if he heard us talking about killing her. And if master reported us to him, we'll have the worst possible fate, even in tartarus." the third one said, to which the first two shook in fear and nodded.
Just then a large group of monsters appeared out of a clearing. Hellhounds, wolves, telkhines, an assortment.

A group of telkhines in armour appeared out of the woods at last, and in between the group was a man in Greek armour and a mask that covered his entire face. It looked like the telkhines were guarding this man. The monsters regrouped into a gathering and the telkhines went on to join this group, standing at the forefront. They all bowed down.
"Master. We have her. What do you need now?" one of the three dracanae the girl was talking to, spoke up, still bowing down to the 'master'.

"You did your job. Now leave, you all know where to travel. Gather there and wait for me. I have some business to attend to here, and I have to talk to our Lord about beginning phase two of the plan."
In a few minutes, the whole clearing was empty of monsters except for the armoured telkhines who were apparently the man's bodyguards, and of course the captive, whose fate the man held in his hands.

He walked up to the cage and gave a gentle kick, earning a growl from the girl, who was until now quietly soaking in whatever information she could gather from the meeting. She had no idea what was happening. She had recently heard of her brother's death, and shattered, she was traveling in a forest to wrap her mind around it. Her emotional state had made her suffer a lapse in concentration, and she was beaten by the stealth of her attacker who hit her hard on the head suddenly.

"Oh, feisty much? Don't worry, you give us what we want and I promise we won't hurt you."

"What do you want?" She asked, even though she'd already made up her mind to not give the man whatever he wanted. She was just curious.

"I know who you are. I want your army's secrets. Numbers, formations, wake up time sleep time, food habits, every single minute little detail. You give us that and we'll let you walk away free."

"You're crazy. You really thought it would be that easy?"

"As a matter of fact I hoped it wouldn't be that easy." He gave a maniac laugh.

"Lord Tartarus will be very pleased to know he has a poor soul about to enter the depths of hell." He continued, sending chills down the girl's neck.

Tartarus. Another Primordial, one of the strongest, most evil. He wanted her army's secrets. And the whole demigod world had heard about the great hero Perseus Jackson's death. That could only mean one thing. Olympus was about to fall, and Tartarus was about to rise.

"Scared, little girl? Don't worry. I'm taking you to him. If you tell him everything, he'll let you go. You have my word."

"Like I will ever trust a word of mouth from the likes of you." She spat.

"You have to and you will." He said, then went as close to the captive's face as the cage would allow and whispered.

"You have no choice but to co-operate." And he pulled off his mask, revealing who he was. And all that the girl could do was stare wordlessly, paralyzed at the sight, for she was staring at her brother, who was confirmed dead.

Thalia Grace, Lieutenant of Artemis and daughter of Zeus was staring at her cousin - the same one that was confirmed executed. She was staring in the sea green eyes of Perseus Jackson. The man she had loved as much as her real brother, the man she'd trusted the most, despite what her mistress Artemis considered of men. The same one who just announced was going to take her to Tartarus and torture her.

(A/N: PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS APPRECIATED.)