Stuff was going on smoothly. For now.

I had just finished my report on the current situation on Earth and Keto. Once everyone was done with reports on their domains, I teleported myself back home.

I grabbed a bow and went to practice some archery with Eros. The dude was a pro at archery. He could probably smoke Apollo and Artemis at it.

He hit seven bulls-eyes and one in the inner ring before having to leave. I meanwhile, hit three bulls-eyes, five in the inner two rings and one in the outer ring.

This was hard work. I then practiced throwing knifes, which I excelled in. I was good with the bow, good at throwing knives and good with the sword. I was a bit clumsy with a spear, but could use in nevertheless. I guess I've improved.

As I continued to hit the bullseye every throw, I heard a plea for help using my name. This was the first one I had ever had so far.

Let me see where it's from. It was from Earth. It was from Alaska and it was from Anchorage. Crap.

I immediately traveled through darkness, which was faster than light, and appeared at the doorstep of my mortal parents home. The door was wide open. Crap crap crap crap crap.

I ran in and spotted Annabeth standing over my baby sister with a dagger in hand and my mom begging her to stop with tears in her eyes.

I dived towards Annabeth and locked hilts with her dagger. I then pulled it towards myself, causing the dagger to travel towards me. I dodged the it, gripped her hand and wrenched it out of her grasp.

"Get out," I growled menacingly at her. I was sick and tired of this. She kept trying to either kill me, woo me or hurt someone I'm close to. Despite the fact that Sally Jackson told me indirectly that she doesn't want to see my face again, she was still the woman that brought me up and took care of me and I still love her for that. I understood that she wanted a peaceful life for my little sister.

If Annabeth continued to try harming people for no reason, for example trying to kill my baby sister, I would have to put an end to her. But I knew I didn't have the heart to do it. She was the one I fell into literal hell for.

I teleported myself and Annabeth to a beach somewhere in Canada and looked at her in the eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked her calmly. "Spit out loud and clear. There's no one here to hear us."

She stared at ground, shooting glances at me every now and then.

"I have all the time in the world" I said. "Don't rush. Talk or visit the fields of punishment early."

She gulped. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what? Trying to kill my little sister that I'm not allowed to see or all those times you tried to kill me or for making the gods get rid of me?" I asked.

"For this," she said. She then lunged towards me and kept a hand on my forehead. The next instant, everything went black. Wow! Should have seen that coming.

This was getting a bit too much. First the hunters from an alternate universe kidnap me and beat me. Now, my ex says she's sorry and kidnaps me. Like seriously? Am I the only guy out there to kidnap? Like do I have 'kidnap me' written in bold on my forehead? I wouldn't be surprised if I did. Maybe it was one of Eris' extreme pranks.

I woke up, to find myself, gagged and tied to a chair as usual. I checked my surroundings. Long passage to the front, walls surrounding my left, right and back. No people nearby.

I quickly untied myself and rubbed my forehead and checked my fingers for ink if Eris wrote something. Nope. Nothing.

I then quickly retied myself so that my kidnappers suspect nothing.

I heard footsteps echoing and slumped on my chair, acting as if I was dead.

Before they were even near me, I felt a blind fold put over me. Who the Tartarus gets across the room so quickly? The corridor had to be at least thirty meters long.

A hand roughly gripped my hair and pulled my head up.

"He doesn't look as dangerous as I thought," a female voice said.

"I told you who he is," I heard Annabeth's voice say. It sounded as if it was been spoken through some sort of iris message or communication system.

"Hmph, we'll see," the voice said. "You're no longer of any use to me." This was followed by a choking sound and the sound of something heavy falling. The owner of the voice then slapped my cheeks and squeezed my nose.

That's it. No one squeezes my nose and gets away with it. I spat out the gag. "You'll regret that," I said flatly to the voice.

"Will I now?" The voice replied. "I like this one," it giggled.

Grrrrr.

My power for some reason was extremely low. I couldn't release any blasts if power or use the darkness in this dimly lit place.

I could rely only on my skills here.

I then heard the person walking away.

"Don't bother escaping Perseus," the person called back. "You are powerless here. It would be safer to stay in this room than venture out. There are things out there that will make even your Primordial essence question itself. It's for your own good."

For some reason, I believed the voice. This person, whoever they are, knew that I'm a Primordial and yet feels like I'd be scared of what lies outside. Looks like they know what they're doing. That's a big oof for me, but nothing I can't handle. I also felt extremely tired and drained of my powers. I quickly drifted into a deep sleep.