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GOD!Percy fic. Ch.7

The cabin was dark when I walked in. Across the room I could hear Jamie’s soft snores, coupled with the gentle trickling of the fountain.

Without making any sound, so I didn’t disturb Jamie, I grabbed riptide off my nightstand. I uncapped the pen and watched the bronze blade spring to life in my hands. With my left hand, I grabbed the camp necklace I was wearing.

My necklace still only had four beads. One for each year I was an actual camper. I didn’t earn the right to have a bead for the past 10 years.

I brought my blade up to my neck and cut the necklace band, causing the beads and severed tie to fall into my hand. Could I have simply untied the knot? Yeah probably. But I’m a drama queen, I think we all knew this.

I gave one last careful look at each bead on the broken string.

I ran my fingers over the first bead I ever got, a black one with a sea green trident. The first demigod son of Poseidon, who went to the underworld and came back alive. This was the year Zeus blamed me for stealing his bolt. No evidence, nothing to suggest I did it, other than the fact that I was alive.

I looked to the next one. The Golden Fleece, draped over Thalia’s pine. Luke has poisoned her trying to show us he was right. Had he been less...evil about it, maybe I would have realized then that he was on the right path.

Next over was the labyrinth bead. How I hated that summer. With Nico missing, and Kronos rising...gods I was so over my head, doing the gods bidding to stop a war.

The last bead on the necklace brought so many mixed emotions. I read the names off silently to myself. There was Silena, Michael Yew, Ethan, Charlie, Luke, and so many more. They died because the gods believe their kids are expendable. Because the gods believe they can neglect their kids. Because the gods believe they’re good.

Looking at the small bead in my hand just confirmed what I was feeling. I’m a god now, the son of Poseidon, but unlike my father, I know what’s good for half-bloods.

Filled with overwhelming emotions, I threw the necklace on to my bed. I was going to overthrow the gods...but not yet. I’ll do it slowly. First, I need to get the other campers on my side.

I need to talk to Annabeth.

And by some sort of sheer luck, the cabin door flew open, the very demigod I needed standing in the doorway.

“Percy Jackson what the hell—“ I turned to look at her and she froze.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, capping Riptide and putting it away.

“You look...” she shook her head. “Sorry, why do you look 16?”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about that.” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I was bored.” I focused my energy and turned myself back into looking about 25 years old.

“That’s creepy.” Annabeth said, closing the door and walking in.

“Why are you here?” I asked. “I mean, not that I don’t want you to be here, but it’s like 2 in the morning.”

“I need to talk to you.” She said, walking over to me. “I— oh crap, what happened to your camp necklace?” She looked at the severed band sitting on my bed.

“Oh it...got caught on my sword while I was practicing,” I lied. I knew she would feel odd about it if I told her I’d done it intentionally. “I’ll fix it later. Anyways, what were you saying?”

She sat down on my bed, motioning for me to do the same. She took a deep breath and looked at me. “I had a dream. About two weeks ago. And...you were different. Power hungry, and...and spiteful.” She paused, looking at me. I wish I knew what she was thinking. “And you were just...scary.”

Something clicked internally. “So before my quest, when you told me to stay myself...”

She nodded and looked down. “I was terrified the Arai were going to change you. They can do that, you know. And then on the beach, what you said to me reminded me too much of my dream.”

“Hey, look at me.” I said, putting my hand on top of hers. “I’m not going to change. I’m still the same old me. On the beach I was just...too caught up in emotions. Luke came to me in a life or death vision and I was just thinking about why he did everything that he did.”

I studied her face, trying to tell what she thought of me. Was she afraid I was going to turn bad? Surely she trusts me enough to know I’d never do that.

A silence fell between us. I leaned in just a bit, but I wasn’t sure if I was reading the dynamic between us correctly. It was only when her lips touched mine that I knew I was right.

For a brief moment I was 16 again. Not physically, like I’d done, but emotionally. I was a tired demigod, grounding myself in the River Styx, thinking only about Annabeth. She gave me life.

The moment was short lived, though.

“Sorry that’s not—“ Annabeth began, but shook her head. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“No, I liked it,” I said, trying to prompt another kiss from her.

“No it’s—“ she sighed and looked down. “You know...10 years ago I was I love with you. But you made it clear what was important to you.”

“Hey owl head. Look at me.” I said. She looked. “You know how much I regret choosing immortality. Believe me, if I could trade immortality for a life with you, I would.”

Her brow furrowed. “So what, I’m like some unattainable prize?”

“What? No! No no, sorry.” I shook my head. “I mean...you’re what gives me the strength to go on each day.”

She smiled faintly. “Nice save, seaweed brain.” I laughed along with her for a minute. Everything felt normal, finally.

And then I had to go and ruin it.

“Annabeth,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “I think I have to leave.”

“What do you mean?” She asked. She did this thing where she tilts her head slightly, like she does whenever she’s confused.

“Camp.” I clarified. “I think I have to leave camp.”

She hesitated and then laughed. “Oh,” she smiled. “For a second I thought you were serious.” She giggled. She must’ve read my expression because her laughter stopped.

“Percy you can’t be serious, this is your home.” She said.

“It was my home. When I was mortal.” I said. “I don’t know if you noticed, but aside from Jamie,” I gestured to the boy sleeping across the cabin. “I don’t really have a connection to this camp anymore.”

“That’s absolutely not true, Percy,” Annabeth said. “You have me, and Grover, and Chiron. Rachel too. Not to mention all the memories you have here.”

I looked down at my hands, fiddling with the severed tie of my camp necklace.

“I know I can’t stop you from leaving, if that’s what you’re set on doing, but this camp needs you. Jamie needs you.” She put her hand on top of mine. “I need you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Going for silly hallmark limes, now, are we?”

She punched me lightly in the arm. “Shut up.” A comfortable silence passed between us. “So are you going to stay?”

I looked at her, a million thoughts running through my head. I wanted to go, I knew I should, because if I stayed it would be harder to bring the change I wanted, and this camp was holding me back...but Annabeth was a reason to stay.

I thought of every good memory with her. From the very first capture the flag, to when I saw her for the first time. I thought of us together in the labyrinth and how amazing she was on her quest. I thought of Mount St. Helens and the telkheins and the way her face lit up when she saw me after the two weeks I spent on Ogygia.

“I’ll stay,” I conceded, looking down. “But...Camp Half-Blood isn’t my home.” I looked ya her once again. “You are.”

“Oh now who’s spitting out hallmark lines?” She laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

Time went by and she went back to her own cabin. I lay awake in her absence, running over the conversation again and again in my head.

I need to get her to see the world the way I do.

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valdez-and-the-argo-crew · 4 years

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I can’t believe Rick Riordan wrote Percy Jackson AND Harry Potter. This man’s mind is unmatched

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo stuff #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjoverse #trials of apollo #pjo #chb #annabeth chase #percabeth #jk rowling who?

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valdez-and-the-argo-crew · 4 years

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Sorry for not posting often.

Join my discord. Dm for link.

Please.

Thanks.

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valdez-and-the-argo-crew · 4 years

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Whenever ppl have the 7 doing anything in a text post it’s always like

Percy: *being an idiot*

Annabeth: *saying something nerdy*

Jason: *being a dudebro*

Piper: *using her charm speak on whatever*

Leo: *being an idio on fire*

Frank: *is an animal*

Hazel: *being confused about modern stuff*

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valdez-and-the-argo-crew · 4 years

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Oh...this...I don’t like this...

ADHD culture is overusing ( ) and — and ; and … in everything you write because you have so many side thoughts that just GO there and wouldn’t make sense anywhere else

New tag game: are you a Too Many (Parenthesis) ADHD, a Too Many — em dashes — ADHD, a Too; Many; Semicolons; ADHD, or a Too…. Many…. Ellipses… ADHD…?

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valdez-and-the-argo-crew · 4 years

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This is the good 2020 needed

#pjo stuff #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjoverse #trials of apollo #pjo #chb #annabeth chase #percabeth #incorrect pjo quotes #pjo text post #pjo fic #percy and grover #poseidon #camp half blood

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God!Percy fic Ch. 6

Previous chapter https://valdez-and-the-argo-crew.tumblr.com/post/617957596801974272/godpercy-fic-ch-5

This wasn’t death, which is good. But I’m not fully alive. Or maybe I am I don’t know. Godly life is complicated.

The point is, I sat up and I could tell I was in a dream.

“Ah, there he is.” A familiar voice said. “Welcome to the land of the living. Well— kinda. Because...y’know. I’m not alive.”

I tried to focus on the voice, but my vision was still blurry.

“Who...” my words sounded far away, like they weren’t my own.

Once my head cleared I could see who was standing in front of me. Sandy blonde hair, a near perfect tan, blue eyes that would’ve been picture perfect, had it not been for the unmistakable scar running down the side of his face.

“...Luke.”

“Hey Percy. Long time no see?” He laughed a bit as he reached out a hand. He helped me off the ground and gave me time to get my balance back.

“What are you...why am I talking to you?” I asked.

“That’s a difficult question. See...you’re currently toeing the fine line between life and death. And I guess I get the lucky chance of talking to you. But this isn’t really me and deep down you know that.” He said. I looked at him, probably closer than I ever have, and I could really see just who he was.

“How can I be dying, I’m a god. I’m supposed to be immortal.” I said, to which Luke chuckled.

“Curses work differently. Kind of ironic that you drowned, all things considering, but that’s how it is.” He said. “Oh and congratulations on godhood. You’ve really come far since you were that scrawny 6th grader I trained.”

I gasped jokingly. “I was not scrawny!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Like teased.

For that moment, everything felt okay. We were just two friends joking around. Nothing mattered except for this, no gods, no titans, no past memories...

“Luke...when Kronos offered you power... why did you take it?”

His expression grew dark. For a moment my heart was seized by fear. He looked so much like he did when he was possessed, all he was missing was the golden eyes.

“I did it...” he paused, and I was taken aback by how cold his voice sounded, nothing like the boy I had just been talking to.

“I did it because the gods are unfair. They take and they take, but never once do they give. I mean sure they do things like...like make you a god, but you earned that and they had to respect that. Never once do the gods do something other than for themselves.”

And for the first time, I could really see what he was talking about. I thought about my life so far. My dad wasn’t there for me, leaving me with Gabe and my mom. Just as he comes forward and claims me, I was shipped off on a quest for him. I was the one who stopped the war over the lightning bolt, not any of the gods. I was the one who stopped the titan army. I was the one who collapsed the labyrinth, and I was the one who organized the protection of New York in the war. None of the gods helped me then.

“I never really wanted to play for the bad side. Really. I just wanted justice for all the young kids who grew up disadvantaged because the gods thought themselves too high and mighty to contact them.” He said, looking down.

I let those words play over in my head. And...Luke was right, the gods only really take, they never give.

Our eyes met, and a moment of understanding passed between us. Some unspoken connection, an agreement that we believe the gods can do better.

“I can...do something about it. I’ll wake up and...and I’ll confront the gods once this quest is over.” I said. “I’m going to change the tide for demigods.”

Luke looked at me. I wish I could tell what was going on inside his head.

“I have to go. But just think on that okay? And be better than the other gods. You can have more to have, so long as you have more to give. So choose to wake up and fight.”

I nodded, still lost in my thoughts.

“And Percy?”

I looked at him, and once again, his blue eyes seemed to dance gently, a caring expression crossing his face.

“Tell Annabeth I miss her.”

With that Luke faded, and I was alone. My gut started to hurt, and a dull pain spread throughout my body. I found it difficult to breathe again, and my surrounding started to melt away.

“Percy? Percy wake up!” Someone said. Oh right...I’m dying.

But I can change that. I choose to change that.

I gather as much energy I can, and I dispel the water from my lungs. I lurch forward, coughing and heaving as I can once again breathe in sweet sweet oxygen.

But not for long, as I’m tackled in a hug by Jamie.

“Percy I was so scared I thought...you were dead...and I...” Jamie was saying through sobs. I pulled away to look at him.

“I’m okay buddy I promise. I’m not dying any time soon.” I assured him. I looked over at Nico.

“Are you good? What happened to the other spirit?” I asked.

“Jamie killed it. Excellent swordsmanship, I have to say. Seems like someone taught him well.” Nico smiled a bit.

Jamie once again cut off my air supply as he hugged me tight again.

“What happens now?” I ask, looking around.

“Well I suppose I have to go make sure the spirits got back to Tartarus okay. You two should probably just head back to camp.” Nico looked at Jamie. “It was nice meeting you, kid.”

“Wait you’re leaving? Why aren’t you coming back to Camp Half-Blood?” Jamie asked, a small pout pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m...not really one to stay in one place. Camp isn’t really my home. But...I’ll be sure to stop by.” Nico explained, kneeling down to see eye to eye with Jamie.

“Promise you’ll come visit soon?” Jamie asked him.

“Oh looks like someone’s got a favorite cousin,” I laughed. “C’mon kid, Nico needs to take care of the Arai. We’ll see him again soon I’m sure of it.”

Jamie smiled at Nico and waved a bit.

With that...the quest was over. We went our separate ways, Nico to the underworld and us...back to camp.

Maybe it’s just me but...that felt all too short to be a quest. And the prophecy felt incomplete. We beat the spirits, gave them to Nico, who was definitely the ‘cold hands of death’ guy. When he was shaking me awake, his hands were so cold I could swear they gave me frostbite.

But there was nothing about Olympus falling? I mean other than that weird dream conversation I had with Luke, nothing too godly was involved.

“Do we have to take another long train ride back to camp?” Jamie asked as we walked back towards the train station.

“Yea— well...actually no. No we don’t have to.” I said. “Because I’m a god. Watch this.” I simply waved my hand and my Godly Magic That Obeys My Every Command transported us to New York, right outside of camps boundaries, next to the tree that had once been my friend Thalia.

Luke’s words echoed in my head. “the gods are unfair. They take and they take, but never once do they give”. Zeus could’ve saved his daughter. But it was easier to let her die than to fight for her.

“Jamie why don’t you head to the cabin, I’m going to go talk to Chiron.” I said. Jamie nodded and took off across camp. I watched him run until he was out of sight, and then I turned to go towards the Big House.

But I didn’t go there. I walked right past it and went to the beach. I needed to think things through.

Before I knew it, the sun was melting past the horizon as Artemis pulled the moon across the sky.

I was still sitting on the beach when I felt someone sit next to me. Without looking up I knew who it was, because she could always tell when something was wrong.

“What happened?” Annabeth asked.

“Almost died.” I said, mindlessly doodling in the sand. “By drowning, nonetheless.”

“Jamie explained that. Poor kid was terrified of loosing you. Nico was there too?” She asked, and I nodded.

“He was the one to return the spirits to the underworld. Which you’d think would be the last bit of the prophecy, right? But...” I shrugged and looked at her for the first time since getting back. “Somethings missing.”

Annabeth gave me a gentle smile and brushed some loose hair out of my face. “I can’t tell you what the prophecy means. But I can tell you that you’ll know what’s supposed to happen and when it’s suppose to happen.”

She gently brushed my cheek, and then tucked some more of my loose hair behind my ear.

“Luke said hello...” I said, completely ruining the moment. Nice going Percy.

She withdrew her hand and looked at me. “Luke? You...talked to him? How?”

“It wasn’t really him. Not fully, at least. But...as I was kind of dying he came to me, and just...talked to me.” I looked back out at the sunset, though there wasn’t much left to see. The sun was almost fully beyond the horizon.

“What did he talk to you about?” Annabeth asked. I could tell by her voice she was tentative. She didn’t want to pry but she wanted to know every last detail.

I didn’t answer her question. Instead, I asked, “do you think the gods are good?”

“...what?”

I looked at her once again. “Do you think the gods are good?”

“No I heard you but... what do you mean? Of course the gods are good!” She said. “They protect us, and help us, and...why is this even a question?”

“No reason. Just...thinking...” I tossed a small shell I found into the waves that were coming just short of my toes.

Annabeth put her hand on my arm. “Percy, look at me.” I did. “The gods are tricky. We’ve always known this. But they’re the reason we’re alive.”

“I shouldn’t have brought it up.” I said, standing up and brushing the sand off of my pants. “The conch should sound any minute now, you go enjoy dinner, I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Percy wait-“

I did a really cool thing where I kinda just dissolved into water using my Godly Abilities. Once I was completely underwater I became myself and looked around.

A school of fish passed by, followed by a bigger fish. There’s always a bigger fish I guess.

I descended deeper into the water, letting my thoughts drift away with the currents. I thought of Annabeth, and then of Camp. Chiron would be displeased if I brought up the questions of the gods’ morals. I thought of my dad, and then of my mom. I hadn’t seen her and Paul in a while, and I knew she missed me, but every time I go there, I know she is only reminded of how I chose immortality over her and everyone else I love.

I thought of my first quest, and the sense of belonging that came with it. I fit in, and no matter what, Annabeth and Grover would always be there for me. I thought of how, if I didn’t have my dad, at least I had my friends.

I thought of Jamie, and then Tyson, and then Thalia, and the Hunters. So many people...and they all just blindly follow what the gods say.

Can I change their minds?

Can I show them that we have the right to be ourselves, not pawns to gods?

I looked down at my hands. Without meaning to, I’d changed my appearance to be what I looked like at age 16, the last day I was ever truly mortal.

I knew what I needed to do, and I knew just how to do it.

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God!Percy fic ch. 5

Previous chapter: https://valdez-and-the-argo-crew.tumblr.com/post/616320304875175936/god-percy-fic-ch-45

Two sons of the sea

Alone on a quest

That line made sense. It was actually the most understandable thing I’d ever heard an Oracle say. I looked over at Jamie, who was currently fast asleep. He was handling the quest pretty well.

To return escaped spirits

To the cold hands of death

The part about escaped spirits made sense as well. The Arai were the escaped spirits, and I assume the underworld is what the second line was talking about.

For better or worse

One choice changes all

I’ll take vague descriptions for 500. I make about a million choices a minute, and one of them is supposed to change everything?? That’s comforting.

He will bring peace to Olympus

Or be the cause of its fall.

And to top it off, I might kill the gods...again.

It’s been two days of straight traveling, but Jamie and I finally have reached a point where we believe we can intercept the Arai.

Which means we can finally get off this train we’ve been on.

I turn to Jamie, and shake him gently on the shoulder.

“Hey bud. Rise and shine, let’s go kill some things.”

He sat up and stretched, rubbing his eyes. I didn’t need any godly powers to be able to tell he was not at all awake. I almost felt bad about Jamie being here on the quest. He’s 6, he deserves to be building sandcastles and riding Pegasi, not saving the world.

“Are we there yet...?” He asked, narrowly avoiding another yawn.

“Yeah. Now come on. We need to get off the train.” I tugged his arm gently, but that was somehow counterproductive. He passed out once again, leaving me with no other choice.

I stepped off the train with my brother on my back, holding both of our bags. I have to admit, it was nice. It made me miss mortality. Ever since I became a god, I’ve been...detached. Emotions and connections were hazy and inconsistent, and at times, I found myself wondering why I’d spent years building up relationships.

But just carrying Jamie grounded me. So I let myself smile as I walked out of the train station and immediately into somebody I hadn’t seen standing in my way

“Shit my bad I didn’t see— Nico?” I paused to look at the boy in front of me.

“Percy?” He tilted his head to one side— a habit he had when he was confused. “What in Hades are you doing out here?”

“Uhh...believe it or not I’m on a quest.” I laughed a bit.

“You? But you’re...y’know...a god? What’re you on a quest for?”

“It’s beyond me. But apparently I might destroy Olympus again so...I got that going for me.” I laughed again and adjusted my weight. A sleeping 6 year old gets heavy quickly, even for a god.

“who’s the kid? He’s not...like...” Nico trailed off, looking between Jamie and me.

“Like what...?” I said before it struck me. “Oh gods no. No no no, he’s my brother. Another Poseidon kid. His name is Jamie.”

Nico smiles a bit. “Alright then. So...where are you headed? Because I have a feeling we’re both here for the same reason.”

“The Arai?” Nico nodded. “Well...I was thinking first we just find some place to crash and get organized, but seeing as Jamie here has been out like a light for hours, I’d say he’s well rested. So...” I shrugged. “I guess we go after them?”

“Yeah...I guess,” Nico looked at Jamie again. “He seems too young to be on such an intense quest, is he doing okay?”

I saw the look in Nico’s eyes and I knew what he was afraid of. Ever since Bianca, he’d been wary of quests, especially when younger children were involved.

“It’s been surprisingly mundane. Not one monster attack.” I said, to which Nico raised an eyebrow.

“Not one? Weird.” A pause settled over the two of us as I shifted my weight to keep Jamie supported on my back.

“Well...you two come with me, I can lead you to where the Arai are.”

I followed him out of the train station and through the quiet suburbs of the town we were in. We kept walking and walking until we came across a deserted park area, and I could feel the Arai nearby.

Now, I’d like to say I’m not as stupid as some people make me out to be, but looking back on these next a few moments...definitely makes the list of top 10 stupidest things I’ve done.

“Percy...”

I glanced around. “What?”

Nico looked up at me. “Hm?”

“Did you say something?” I asked, still looking around.

“No?” Nico said, with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh...I could’ve sword I heard...” I trailed off, shaking my head. “Never mind.”

“Listen to me Percy...”

And my big mistake...is that I did.

Using my Awesome And Useful Godly Powers, I split my conscious. I know, impressive, right?

Part of me stayed walking with Nico, carrying Jamie who was still out cold, but the other part of me slipped away, still looking around for the voice.

“Are you listening...?”

“Who are you?” I said aloud, now able to look all around. “What do you want from me?”

“We don’t want anything Percy. We want to protect you.”

“First of all, I’m a god so...good luck. And secondly, I don’t talk to disembodied voices. Sorry, gotta go.” I took a few steps forward, only to be cut off buy something appearing in my path.

My body reacted on instinct, jumping back and pulling Riptide into action. What had appeared in front of me looked exactly like a fury, and I can’t say I’m particularly fond of furies.

But upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a fury at all. Wrinkled features, bat-like wings and brass talons, not to mention the glowing red eyes...this wasn’t something I’ve ever encountered. Not in this plane of existence, at least. But something lit up in the back of my mind. A hazy memory...

“Who are you.” I pointed Riptide right at her, hoping to pry some useful information from her.

“You know who we are,” she said, as more creatures looking just like her appeared around her. “And we’re here to tell you that you don’t have to kill us again.”

“Again? I’ve never...” wait. I thought about it. I could remember...something. Like a memory that never happened, but would’ve in a different timeline. I could recall...Tartarus. Annabeth and I...she was...blind, and I was in pain...

It struck me. “You’re the Arai. And if things had played out differently, I would’ve killed you years ago.”

The Arai laughed, which sounded rather like an asthmatic dog wheezing. “He does remember.”

“You still haven’t told me what you’re trying to talk to me about. I could just kill you now, and the quest would be over.” I eyed each of the hags in front of me. “You have 10 seconds to talk before I dice you.”

“If you kill us, you’ll suffer every death you’ve ever bestowed. But it doesn’t have to be like that.” One of them stepped forward. “You chose immortality, but what you don’t know...is how much more powerful you could be. More than Hades, more than your father...” she took another step closer. “More powerful than Zeus.”

I lowered Riptide. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Zeus has been in charge for too long. What has he ever done for you? He gave you godhood and confined you to your silly camp. He forbid your dear old daddy from being there while you grew up. He let neglected half-bloods raise Kronos, and forced you to save him.” She was circling around me now. “You can prove you’re a worthy god, not one to be stuck on camp duty. Don’t you want that, Percy?”

“Oh shut up.” I swung riptide right through her chest, causing her to dissolve into a flurry of gold dust.

A fountain of pain erupted from my gut. Riptide clattered to the ground as I toppled over, putting my hand to the pain. Golden Ichor flowed though my fingers from the wound that had appeared. One word came to my mind. ‘Minotaur’. My wound was right where I’d stabbed the Minotaur all those years ago, right outside of camp.

My vision swam as I reached out for my sword. I closed my hand around it and swung at the nearest Arai I could reach. It wasn’t enough though. She simply screeched in pain.

“You can be strong Percy. Chiron has nothing more for you. That silly camp of yours is not built for someone with as much potential as you.”

“You talk too much,” I said, struggling as I got to my feet. “I’m not going to turn my back on anyone. Camp is my home.”

I suddenly felt the presence of water. I looked to my left to find a sprinkler in the ground next to me, which gave me an idea.

I willed the sprinkler to explode, allowing me access to the waterlines. Raising my hand slowly, the water began to form a small ball between me and the remaining Arai.

“Percy!” Came a voice in the distance. Nico was running towards me, Jamie following close behind.

I kept my focus on the water as it grew bigger and bigger. I used it to engulf the three hags in front of me. They gasped for air as they slowly started to drown in the water.

“Percy! Oh gods what happened to you. Jamie stay back.” Nico said, running towards me, but I showed him off.

“I got this, Nico it’s fine.” I kept my eyes strained on the spirits in front of me. Another one exploded into dust in the water. I lost my balance as my skin turned searing hot. I couldn’t focus anymore as burns crept up the sides of my arms. Mount St. Helens... the explosion.

I lost control of the water, letting the two remaining Arai fall to the ground. Another one died on impact with the ground.

I couldn’t breathe.

Somewhere to my right Nico was running toward me but I couldn’t focus on that. I started coughing, gasping for air, but I couldn’t get it. What is it what did I kill?

Sounds became muted as I started coughing more violently. I think Nico was calling me. I think Jamie was too.

What the hell did I kill? My vision doubled as I couldn’t get oxygen. I’m a god this...this shouldn’t be killing me... why...

I felt Nico shaking me. His voice sounded so far away.

“Percy! Percy are you okay? Percy what’s going on!” He shook me violently.

Oh gods... I’m drowning...

I coughed more and this time I was coughing up sea water. How? I’m the son of Poseidon, I can’t...I can’t drown...I’m not supposed to drown...

The boar. Ares...the lightning bolt situation... I’m drowning like I drowned Ares’ boar.

“Jamie!” I heard Nico say. “I know I’m asking a lot but take my sword. You have to kill that last Arai.”

And that’s when I lost consciousness.

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