Camp Half Blood
Darkness and death hung in the air at the Camp. The older campers and the Hunt had returned just in time to find the Camp ready to burn shrouds. They were utterly shocked at what the Camp now looked like, how many demigods were now missing, not to be seen again. None blamed them, for they were only doing what they had been instructed to do, but many blamed the gods. Why hadn't they done anything to stop this slaughter? As soon as the battle had been the majority shamefully disappeared, only Poseidon, Artemis, Hades, Hestia, and Apollo had stayed to help the campers. They explained that they couldn't help because of some sort of powerful hold Típota had on them. That night the five gods and the demigods burned many shrouds. It was agreed that the older demigods and the five gods would go to Olympus in the morning after some much needed rest. The next morning when they got to the throne room no one, but Hestia was there tending the fire.
"They are too ashamed to show their faces," she told them with a disgusted demeanor.
"Then they will be forced," Poseidon growled as he raised his Trident to call a meeting. One by one the rest of the Olympians showed up, all but two looked heavy hearted, Hera and Athena.
"Do either of you have no soul," Apollo hissed, it ended up that more of his children were the ones to die and he was not in a happy mood to say the least. He had stayed up all night down in the Underworld apologizing to all that had died.
"I have no reason to feel sorrowful" Hera said. "Yes, it was a horrible sacrifice, but I have none that I was close to." After Jason had died she had become closed off, it seemed that his death was the last straw for her. She had tried to get close to a demigod, to become better, but it seemed to have back fired. She had not been able to handle his death. No one said anything to the Queen as she simply held her head high, her cold eyes asking to be challenged.
"What about you Athena," Artemis spoke, though none of her group had been harmed since they were not there, she felt pained that she couldn't have help the other campers. After Percy's death she had tried to be nicer and more open, even to males. This was not saying that she didn't put them in their place when she needed to.
"What," Athena simple mused.
"You had children there who died. Why do you act like nothing had happened, act like your children did not sacrifice themselves for us?" Athena narrowed her eyes at Artemis.
"I have no reason to answer you."
"Then what about me," a voice called from the middle of the throne room. All looked to the demigod who had spoken.
"What about me Mom," Malcolm asked. "Why do you not mourn for my siblings' deaths." Athena's eyes merely grazed over her son before looking away.
"I mourn in my own way Malcolm." She wanted to tell him that they didn't matter, that he didn't matter, however she had to keep up appearances.
"Let's move on to other pressing matters than how Athena mourns," Poseidon said coolly. He turned to Zeus, who nodded.
"It seems like the 'Traitor' the prophecy mentioned has already switched sides. If you demigods didn't know, when the messenger of Tartarus left he told us that the 'Traitor' had given him the information about camp. Thus, it is safe to say that Tartarus knows about the prophecy too. I think that we should press on and look for this 'Golden' female.
"No," Hades disagreed. "We tried that once and look where it got us. Our most valuable fighters gone and around half of the Camp dead. I think we should do what the first part of the prophecy said and wait." Some of the gods started to argue, until Poseidon again grew tired of their immaturity.
"ENOUGH!" This was the second time he had to shake the ground to force everyone to stop. He hated being there. Everyone quieted and Zeus looked like a lobster. He opened his mouth about to yell at Poseidon when Hestia stepped in front of him.
"I would advise against it brother, after all he is in the right for shutting everyone up. It was not helping by any means." Zeus shut his mouth and grumbled as Poseidon nodded his head at Hestia.
"How about a vote," Demeter said.
"A vote then," Zeus said agreeing. "Who votes that we keep on searching?" Only he and Athena voted.
"Who votes we wait," Poseidon asked. Everyone else raised their hands, including Hera.
"Fine we wait then," Zeus huffed like a child.
As Típota watched the demigods get killed he felt something. A strange feeling that he couldn't place. It was like his heart was being squeezed. When he couldn't handle it anymore he had called off the monster army. He had traveled back to the Pit to tell Tartarus of his deed, but his master wasn't there. Típota decided he needed to think, more was going through his head than usual. He went to a place where he felt peace at, the Mediterranean Sea. He sat in the sand, all of his gear still on and stared out into the blue waters. He soon felt Bia's presence appear.
"How could you?" Her voice was soft and strained as she was upset. He turned to see her eyes red, with unshed tears.
"How could you let your family die?" He stood and faced her.
"They are not my family." His soft voice was emotionless, at least that was what it sounded like to Bia. Unknown to her, he was fighting many emotions internally.
"Yes they are! Don't you remember? You considered all of the cabins your family! Now you let the brothers and sister of those who you called family die! Do you know how ashamed they would be to see how far you have fallen?!" Even though Bia loved Percy she could not let this go, people died because of his actions.
"What family?!" Típota finally burst. "I don't remember a single act of kindness they did for me! What I remember of my family is that they sent me to the Pit! That I was sent there to be punished, I don't even remember what for! I remember getting tortured and screaming! Screaming so much that I can barely talk in a normal voice! Being tortured so much that I don't have a clean spot on my body! My mind being played with!" By now silver tears were falling from his face. His voice cracking as he tried to raise it as he talked and failing. His emotions were now a mess and he finally showed it to the only person he thought wouldn't hurt him for it. He turned his back to Bia, who stood in utter shock. She had no idea that he was that bad. Even with all her watching she hadn't known exactly what was going on in his mind when others had messed with it, her Aunt hadn't allowed it. Típota felt small arms wrap around his torso and warm, golden wings surround him.
"I am sorry Percy. I had no idea that they had hurt you that bad."
"What do you mean?"
"I have been watching you in the Lethe ever since you were cast to the Pit and taken by Tartarus." She felt him shudder.
"So you know all that has been done and yet you still accuse me?" She shook her head against his back.
"No, my Aunt wouldn't let me see what they did while they were inside your head. I had no idea that they had made it so you couldn't remember your earlier life." Típota didn't speak as he tried to reign in his emotions. He felt better with Bia at his back and her wings covering them.
"Would you like to see them," Bia asked. He was puzzled in that question and tried to turn to face her. Bia let her arms fall and her wings retract. The cool breeze made both of them shiver a little.
"Your true memories. Would you like to see them?" His eyes widened.
"You can do that?" Bia shook her head.
"That is not in my domain, but by going to my Aunt's river with her permission you can be shown." Típota thought for a moment.
"Please." She gave him a small smile and reached out her hand, gently he laid his in hers. She flashed them to the Lethe.
"Aunt Lethe," Bia called. A nymph in appeared. She looked transparent, almost like she was going to disappear at any moment.
"Can you show Percy his memories from when he was a child until he was sent to Olympus to be cast into Tartarus?" Lethe looked at Típota.
"You wish to know what your true memories are child?"
"Yes, I do Lady Lethe." Lethe nodded.
"Come to my waters and take a sip. Normally touching my water would erase your memories, but with my blessing they will show you your old ones." She then disappeared back into the river. Bia and Típota went to the edge, that was when Típota hesitated.
"Go on Percy, trust me." He did, so he cupped his hands in the Lethe and drank it.