If Percy Jackson said 'yes'

The Titans

Life was better knowing that I would always have Percy by my side.  That is, until the third Titan war.  I was only a minor goddess, and I was doing more to help the demigods than all of the Olympians combined.  Percy tried to do something, this was the second time he had been in a Titan war with me, but no one else listened.  I guess after three wars, they got tired.  Even Ares looked like he wanted to give up.  I couldn't let that happen.
   I had let Percy know my worries, and he got me up there with everybody so if I needed to I could get in the Olympians' good graces and influence their decisions.  Athena would probably figure out what I was doing, though.  Hopefully she would agree.  
   A huge bang erupted through Mount Olympus.  I wasn't worried, though.  That had been happening for a few weeks now, and everyone knew the magic barriers could easily hold off the demigod and monster attackers sent from Kronos's army.  I knew those small attacks were a distraction to drain the Olympians' powers.  Percy wouldn't fall for it.  He had refused his help in making the barrier, and was therefore outcasted from decisions along with his new best friend the Lord of the Underworld.  He, Hades and I and been making plans to try to save Olympus along with some faithful demigods, but I had found flaws in almost every plan.  One daughter of Apollo with the gift of sight had warned us that he saw bad things for us in Tartarus.  I didn't like that.  
   A boom louder than usual shook the room.  Percy appeared in a wave of light.  
   "They got in."  He warned gravely.  He brought me quickly to the break in the barrier where a small army of demigods was flowing in.  Well, it seemed small to me, but it was probably made up of about twenty-thousand heavily armed demigods.  Percy and I knocked them all out with a flick of our fingers, which were as big as two demigods standing on top of each other.  Well, that was easy.
   "I have an idea, and you're not going to like it, and I can't tell you until it's time."  Percy said.  I hated when Olympians didn't say exactly what they meant.  Percy was especially annoying.  I rolled my eyes then grabbed his hand and he transported us to a small room, the same one with the strange pool of water in the middle.  He was in mortal form, so I did that too.  He looked at me like he wanted me to follow him.  He jumped into the pool.  So did I.
   We both came up at the same time, coughing and spluttering, spitting out water.  He rolled over and faced me, breathing heavily.
   "It had to be done."  He said, then pushed himself up and offered me a hand.  I took it and he helped me up.
   Hades popped up behind us and grabbed us so fast I didn't know what was going on.  I did know, however, that we were going to the underworld; only Hades can transport there.
   The immediate change from light to dark made it hard to see anything, but I could make out enough to know what was going on.  The Titans were here.  Why?  I didn't know.  All I knew was that they had on goal; to throw all gods into Tartarus.
   "You think we can take them?"  Percy asked, his voice devoid of confidence.
   "Absolutely not."  He said, then charged into battle in a cloud of smoke, the dead gathering around him and following him into battle.  Percy and I had almost no choice but to follow him in, even though I knew it was a trap.  They would keep backing up until they were close enough to the entrance to Tartarus to throw us in, but avoid being sucked in themselves.
   Hades' fallen warriors weren't doing a good job at being fallen, but they were amazing warriors.  Think of any great hero, then any hero that hero would know of, then multiply that by ten, then give them the inability to die.  That was who was on our side, along with two Olympians and a minor daughter of Athena.  Now imagine any natural disaster ever and multiply that by fifty, then add all of the disasters' friends and followers, and grow them to about twenty times their original size.  This is what we were up against.  I swallowed and drew my insignificant dagger while Percy drew his sword, Riptide.  I couldn't believe he had kept it this long, but it  was here now.  And so were we.