I woke up to the feeling of water being poured on my face. I sat up and saw Apollo standing a few feet away with a bucket of water. Before I could attack him, Tartarus entered our tent.

"Ah, you're up," he said. "We're almost ready to go to the camp."

I quickly got up, changed out of my wet clothes, and, on my way out, punched Apollo on the shoulder.

"Ow! You didn't have to hit me that hard," he exclaimed.

"You didn't have to pour water on my head but you did anyway," I remarked sassily as I exited the tent.

"Touche," Apollo replied.

Once outside of the tent, I saw monsters crowding around Tartarus in disarray. I strode through the chaos and joined Tartarus at the head of the crowd. Tartarus effortlessly captured everyone's attention and began to explain the plan.

"We're going to flash to the borders and wait for them to blow the horn. Then, we will gather those willing to join our cause and get rid of those who don't."

I began to gather the strength necessary to help Tartarus transport all of the monsters. After a few minutes, Tartarus gave the signal and we flashed all of the monsters to camp borders. It was only a few seconds before a horn was blown in the distance. Another minute or so and the campers arrived at the border, standing twenty feet in front of us. At the front were none other than my dear cousins, Thalia and Nico.

"Who are you?" questioned Chiron, who stood to the right of Thalia, the hunters behind them.

"I'm sure you know me," answered Tartarus evilly.

"Tartarus," Nico growled.

The demigods began to worriedly exchange glances at the mention of Tartarus' name.

"Who's your henchman?" asked Thalia.

"First off, I'm not a henchman. Second off, I'm offended that you don't recognize your own cousin," I replied, feigning hurt.

"Percy?!" Nico and Thalia exclaimed questioningly.

"The one and only."

"I thought you were being tortured," said Nico.

"Well does it look like I'm being tortured," I replied smartly.

Thalia ignored us and began to rally the troops but before she could plan any kind of attack, Tartarus delivered the ultimatum.

"We will give you one chance to surrender and then we will destroy it. If you join us, no one will perish but if you don't, we will kill all of you."

"And we will take all of your blue cookies," I added which earned me a smack upside the head by Apollo.

"Anyway," Tartarus continued, giving me a glare to which I just shrugged. "Who is going to join us?"

About half of the camp dropped their weapons and stepped forward. The hunters, Thalia, and Nico held their ground.

"Well then, I guess the rest of you shall perish," said Tartarus, but right before he ordered the army to attack, Nico shouted.

"Wait! I'll join you."

He laid down his stygian iron sword and walked to stand in front of me. He stared at me for a few seconds before he joined the ranks of our army.

Thalia remained at the head of the campers with the hunters beside them. All of them looked determined to stay alive and fight. Thalia's war face was the most intimidating, but I knew that Nico's joining our side took a toll on her by the glassy look in her eyes, almost as if she was holding back tears. The camp an the hunters got into battle position. Tartarus commanded our army to attack and then all Hades broke loose.

The army of monsters ran towards the army of hunters and campers and began to tear through the ranks like a knife through butter. Within ten minutes, the whole camp was dead, including Thalia. I saw Connor and Travis Stoll laying side by side with identical chest wounds. Clarisse and Chris were laying on the ground holding hands, their eyes holding the same hopelessness and love for each other. I saw the same look in Annabeth's eyes when she died and at that thought, a tear rolled down my cheek and dripped off of my chin, landing on the bloodstained grass.

I composed myself and turned to look at the monsters and the campers that joined our side. The campers had silent tears rolling down their faces and the monsters looked proud of their violent bloodshed. Tartarus stood beside me, a gleeful look on his face but Apollo stood towards the back, face morphed into an expression of mournful sorrow. My once vengeful expression turned crestfallen when confronted by Apollo's somber expression. Apollo looked into my eyes for a split second, then he looked away and flashed off to somewhere. As if I was seeing clearly for the first time, I looked past my plot for revenge and snapped back to my senses, I needed to get off of Tartarus' side and free the other campers. I retreated into my thoughts and began to formulate a plan.

I flashed back to my palace on Olympus. I couldn't stand to be near the bloodshed or the look on Percy's face. He didn't even care that he watched his friends die. I need to get Percy to stop and the only way to do that is to call on the gods.