"Janus?" Percy questioned, widening his eyes to try and see through the darkness as he took slow and tentative steps towards the sound of heavy breathing. Whimpers sounded not too far away as Percy stopped, listening intently. "It hurts, it hurts so much," The voice whispered, pain clearly evident as Percy approached the voice. "Please, make it stop!" "Janus, it's me Percy," he tried, the breathing got louder as Percy neared. Sweat trickled down Percy's forehead as the heat in the room began to increase dramatically, they needed to get out as soon as possible. Artemis and the hunters could be in danger, the Camp could have been destroyed by now and the Gods desperately needed their help. "Let's go." **** With the monsters at Camp, the Gods trying to kill Menoetius and Janus needing his help Percy realises that this may be the most dangerous War yet. In order to succeed he must use powers he has never used before, discover more about himself that is more frightening than ever and discover that to win... he must also lose. Will Percy be able to save all of his loved ones? Or will have to watch all he has accomplished come crashing to a stop