Percy woke to the sound of Leo screaming about... apples? He got out of bed, careful not to wake Annabeth. He made his way down the hallways, to the cafeteria, to find Leo running around looking for apples. Nico was trying to tell him something but Leo was having a breakdown.

Percy went over to Nico. "What's his problem?"

"I told him that there is a cure to the smoke poison that is in Annabeth." Immediately Percy was all ears. He paid his full attention to the son of Hades.

"There are these golden apples that I believe could be the cure. Years ago, Zeus gave them to Hera as a wedding gift. Hercules was ordered by Eurystheus to steal the apples from Hera. Hercules was stopped by many sons of Poseidon, like Kyknos, Nereus, Antaeus, and Busiris. He defeated them all and Prometheus thanked him by sending Atlas to get the apples and give them to Eurystheus, in return Hercules had to hold up the sky in Atlas's place. He couldn't keep them in Eurystheus, because the apples belonged to the gods. So he was forced to return them to Athena."

Nico looked over at Leo. "Well anyways, I had a dream last night, that the apples were stolen again. Hera sent it to me and if we were to return them to her, she would rid Annabeth of the poison. She is the only one with the cure."

Nico glanced at Leo again. "He wouldn't let me finish my sentence. We both have been looking for antidotes non-stop," when Nico said that, Percy felt really guilty, he should have been looking for a cure for Annabeth, too. "Then I told him that golden apples could be the answer to riding Annabeth of the poison, he immediately started looking for apples. I tried to stop him but he has been up all night, I think he is having a breakdown."

As if on cue, Leo's knees collapsed underneath him. He put his head in his hands and started sobbing. Percy walked over to comfort Leo, but by the time Leo had gotten over to him, he was asleep. So he picked up Leo and carried him to a bed. He walked back over to Nico.

"Okay, so how are we going to find out where these golden apples have been taken?" Percy asked.

"I don't exactly know. But I do know that the smoke spirits are Hestia's. They are usually peaceful, but now they don't have someone to control them, to make them keep peace. I believe that whoever took the golden apples, also took Hestia, and is controlling her smoke spirits."

Percy's heart skipped a beat. "Akhlys. It all makes sense. The poisonous smoke. How it only stabbed Annabeth. She must have returned from Tartarus, and she is seeking revenge on us." He remembered back to when Percy almost killed Akhlys with her own poison but Annabeth stopped him. She should have let me do it, Percy thought, in rage. Percy clenched his fists so hard they turned white. He then realized that he had four small, deep marks on his palms from his nails digging into them so hard. He was furious, but he couldn't tell who he was mad at. Himself, Akhlys, the Gods, the Fates, Annabeth...

"I am going to kill Akhlys, and nothing is going to hold me back! I should have killed her before and Annabeth wouldn't be in this gods forsaken mess!" He slammed his fist on the wall so hard that it caused a dent in the wood. Percy cursed in Latin then turned to Nico. "I know where she might be."