Okay. So what my name means in ancient Greek: to cover, to hide, to deceive, and, to conceal. Does this have to hinder me in everthing I do? If you read this, you will find out. This is a perlypso, so I takes place right after the destruction of Kronos.
When 28 year old Percy Jackson can't save his wife Annabeth Jackson from the primordial Gaia, he gives the primordial an option for him in stead of her. He does this against Annabeth's will; of course; but in his mind's eye there is no other option. Percy then becomes Gaia's slave. Percy really needs to find a way to...
"You seem like trouble." "You say that like that's a bad thing." His smile was unnerving yet impossible to look away from. "Darling, the whole world is trouble and there is nothing you can do about it."