( Perseus's POV )
When Perseus finally woke up from his slumber after being knocked out cold, two days had already passed.
"So you have finally awoken….. brother" A voice entered his ears, as his hatred towards that voice was what jolted him awake.
*CLANG*
As he regained his senses and looked around, he realized he was inside a dungeon cell, bound by chains on all limbs.
Memories of the war against the Elites then flashed through his mind, as a cold sweat formed on his forehead.
"We are…." He began to speak, hoping that it was the Elites that had captured him, however, Sophia cut off his hope before he could even complete his sentence.
"Yes, We are being held captive by father–" she said, as Perseus started to feel weak at his knees, as his entire body began to tremble.
"You have messed up big-time brother. Father is extremely mad at you.
