Ten Years Pass On Earth
Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter had finally stabilized and were now building in strength. Those who had survived the wars were now leaders of camp. Nico and Will had taken the mantle and now were the leaders of Camp Half Blood. It had been hard for Nico at first, after all he lost his friends and sister to the Underworld and his crush to betrayal of the gods. Will however helped him and together they were the leaders, with the other older campers' help. Reyna and Gwen, who had come back, were now Praetors. With the good relationship between Reyna and Nico the two camps were at peace with one another. Not could be said the same for the gods. Olympus was split, even ten years after the banishment of Percy the rift had not closed. Those who voted for were seen to everyone as selfish and cruel gods and goddesses. As time wore on they had become just that. Those who had voted against and Demeter, after she apologized, were the only ones welcomed at the camps. The Seven's story had been told over and over and so had the betrayal of the gods. Poseidon had become a leader to the group, after losing his son he had wanted to kill his brother and Hades wanted to help. The only thing that had stopped that was Hestia. She had told them that Percy would have not wanted a civil war. Agreeing Poseidon busied himself as a helper to the demigods, even against his brother's orders. He seldom visited Olympus and made Atlantis a refuge for the gods and goddesses whom he trusted. After ten years though the ice was getting thin and it was about to break. It was a blessing and a curse at what happened next. A declaration of war was made, one by Tartarus. He promised death to all.
"What is going on," Poseidon demanded as he walked into the throne room of Olympus. He was in full armor, prepared for a fight. He didn't want to be here, to be in the room where his son had been sentenced to eternal punishment. The only reason he was here now was because Hestia begged him, actually that was why all the Olympian counsel had convened. It had been ten years since it was last done.
"Now that everyone is here," Zeus began. "It seems that we have another war on our hands." Poseidon was about to reach for his trident, he thought he meant war between the gods.
"Against who father," Athena asked. Out of all of them she had changed the most. She had enjoyed the feeling of manipulating others and had begun using her wisdom to get more under her manipulation. Where none of the minor gods had thought of Percy as a traitor, now a third did. A third now agreed with the punishment that had been given him. They now agreed with whatever Athena thought. Over the years her heart had blackened and she had become the coldest and cruelest of them all.
"Tartarus. There have been signs," Zeus began but was cut off as the ground began to quake. All stood, weapons drawn. All the darkness came to the middle of the room and a figure appeared.
"Who dares come to the meeting of the gods," Zeus bellowed. The figure was in a tattered, dark brown cloak, the only part that seemed to be fully intact was the hood. Its face was covered by a partial mask that covered to the bridge of his nose. All the gods could see were its eyes and a little bit of black hair that went to his shoulders. They thought Hades had dead looking eyes, this being beat him. Its eyes were a murky greyish black that covered his whole eyes, he had no pupils. Two curved blades were connected to its back.
"I have come with a message," It spoke. Its voice was like a whisper, but for some reason it carried. "Master Tartarus has spoken that he will come to take revenge on his wife's death."
"Why now," Hades asked. "It has been ten years since Gaea's death."
"I do not question Master Tartarus' words nor actions."
"Who are you," Artemis asked. The man, the gods had deduced, looked at her debating whether or not to tell her. For the first time in a long time she was creeped out. She didn't like staring into his eyes.
"I am Típota, servant of Lord Tartarus and the leader of his army." Típota turned to leave when another spoke up.
"You are close to Tartarus then," Poseidon asked. Típota stopped.
"Master Tartarus," he corrected.
"Have you seen my son? His name is Perseus Jackson. He was sent there ten years ago and has not been seen since." The room was quiet, not as quiet as when Percy was sentenced, but still quiet enough that no one thought that Típota was going to answer.
"Your son is dead."
"But was made immortal." Típota turned around.
"Even immortals can die, just like you all will when Master Tartarus is done." With that said Típota disappeared back to the Pit, while chaos erupted on Olympus.