It's not yet over

Third Person POV.

It had been a year since the end of a battle for the demigods against some of their own and their allies- The Templars. It had been six months since the marriage of Percy and Annabeth. The camp, and close family were happy to see the marriage, even if they felt the pair was a little young. Then again, for the gods, all the mortals were young. The camp had yet to have another prophecy for it's occupants, and yet, the campers felt at ease since there wasn't any war between themselves. The gods were surprised at how well the camps had mixed together, since they had a long history together that mostly included battle fields and multiple losses on both sides.

They were peaceful in their own camp by the Mississippi river. It was warmer in their little place of a safe haven, and a little colder in the winters since there wasn't any major bodies of water to keep the temperature in place. To them, as long as it worked and didn't give them away to the monsters, they were happy. What had become a year of peace, however, was soon to be disturbed. The Allies that hadn't been completely destroyed from the traitor's side thought that it was time to get in another attack. To them, it was time, time to teach the other demigods a lesson, along with their Assassin leader.

Rachel Dare was getting worried since she hadn't had any prophecies yet. That was, until late last night, when the oracle had come out in front of the leaders. They were at first taken aback, since nothing had happened for a while, but they knew it was only time for another to come. They thought it might have been a simple task that was coming towards them, but that hope soon vanish as they tried to decipher the meaning behind it.

'A mortal will come,
Her need shall be dire.
Searching for the one,
who has been admired.

The ones in the dark,
Will come to light.
To make sure their mark,
Will be seen at height.

To search in their past,
To destroy the hidden leader.
To end up in the last,
For they had been to eager.'

To say that the leaders were confused would be an understatement. It was even more confusing then Percy's prophecy had been a year before. The only thing that they knew was to look out for a mortal. That was the only thing clear to them.

However, up north and to the east a bit in Washington D.C. stood the mortal, who had many things clear to her. The mortal- an Assassin nonetheless- knew that she had to get out of the city fast, find a man called Perseus Jackson, get his help, and get her revenge on the Templars. The one thing that she didn't know was where to go, to find this Perseus Jackson, even though the Creed had vaguely told her directions. She knew she needed to get to the Olympian Assassin, as her life and multiple others, were on the line for it.

Sybil's POV.

The one thing I hated about Templars? That they always seemed to find me, no matter how much I covered up my tracks. 'Course there was another thing that I hated about the Templars, but that was on a personal level, and only had to deal with one of the bloody bastards. I raced around the small apartment, grabbing the small amount of stuff that I had and stuffing it in my backpack. I guessed I had about five minutes before they come storming into the building, and I planned to get far away from this place as possible. I grabbed my keys and raced out of the back door, heading down the fire escape.

I looked across the street, seeing a black sedan in the front of the building and men coming out. I went over to my motorcycle and powered it up, putting on the helmet over my light brown hair, and racing out of the street. I raced in front of the car, flashing up the bird at the driver, and laughing as I heard him shouting for the others to come back out. Seeing from my mirror, the others were coming out of the building and getting into the car.

"Let's see what you guys can do." I whispered to myself, smirking as I went into the traffic that was D.C. The black car raced after me, and I got onto the main road, making them have to dodge six cars at least. They were still behind me, crashing into people's cars and making them move out of the way as people screamed. I raced down the road, turning sharply to the right as the stoplight turned red. What I had forgotten was that these guys didn't care for red lights, and chased straight after me. Which added to the first thing I had forgotten, there was a market going on, placed about 20 meters from where I was.

"Dang it." I muttered to myself as I saw that I raced into the market. People screamed, and I kept shouting 'apologizes!', the guys behind me weren't as nice and polite with their manners though. I dodged through the market, even almost sliding down under a crate of fruits that I almost ran into, the people carrying the fruits were lucky enough to get out of there fast enough so that the car didn't hit them. However, I wouldn't be too sure about the guys in the car, since they apparently weren't watching where they were going and hit the side of a truck. I jumped off my motorcycle, knowing I would come back to it later, and ran down on of the streets.

"There she is! Follow her!" A voice shouted as I tossed my helmet off. I gritted my teeth, letting myself look backwards for a moment, seeing that there were three men after me. I raced towards a ladder that was on the side of the building and climbed it, reaching the top right after one of them shot at me, the bullet hitting my shoulder.

"IDIOT! WE WANT HER ALIVE!" Another voice shouted, probably towards the man that had shot me. I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, trying to out run the Templars that were on my tail. Why were they chasing me? I had absolutely no idea, maybe something to do with Desmond, or his father. I hadn't had gotten with them in a while though, or anyone else from the Creed. I think they just might have been to busy with their 'prime' operative. Of course, after something to do with Juno, Desmond would become their prime operative.

I reached the edge of the rooftops and looked behind me. The three men were catching up, I estimated I had about two minutes at most when they would catch up to me. I looked in front of me, seeing the river rushing past. I weighed the risk of getting out there alive, and realized one thing: I wasn't just about to give my life over to the Templars. I still had unfinished business with them after all. The men stopped a rooftop away, and I got my blades ready.

"Come over Sweetheart, you've got nowhere to go!" The one who shouted earlier yelled. I moved closer to the edge and they took a step closer to me.

"What if I don't want to?" I shouted, grinning like a maniac.

"You'll have to. It's either that or the river!"

"The river sounds like a great choice right now!"

"You don't want to die, do you?!"

"I think I might just take the risk!"

"Why will you take the risk!?"

"No offense, but your boss is a dick."

"You'll pay for that!"

"Maybe, maybe not!"

"Get 'er boys!" I waved as they jumped over the last rooftop barrier and jumped into the river. They shouted in anger, and I smiled, knowing I had thwarted their plans once again. I hit the water soon afterwards, taking a deep breath right before. I came up a second later however, since I didn't think it would be that cold. Boy was I wrong. I let the river take me down, waving at the boys again as they stared at me in disbelieve.

I reached a good spot, well away from their line of sight and got out of the freezing river. Note to self: don't dive into rivers when it's the middle of November. I went inside of a shop nearby and changed into dry clothes, not wanting to be uncomfortable during the journey for this Perseus Jackson, and to his ancestor. The ancestor was the key, at least that's what Juno had told me during a dream, but I wasn't too sure if I could trust her. Then again, I had hard time trusting anyone. I guess that's what happens when you live out on the streets without parents at a young age since no one of your family would take you in.

I walked back over to the market, getting near my motorcycle again. I moved to the side when I saw that the guys that were chasing me had just gotten to their car.

"Dude, boss is going to be mad at us." One of the guys said.

"You think we don't know that, Sam? It's all Justin's fault since he let her get away!" Another said.

"Well if you had stopped talking and went straight after her, we would have been able to get her." Justin sneered into the last guys face.

"Justin's right on that one, Ethan. At least half right. What I meant was that if you kept talking to her, and we kept sneaking up on her, she might have not noticed us and not have jumped." Sam said, seeming like he was thinking.

"She's an Assassin Sam, she would have never been distracted that easily." Ethan said. They got into their cars and i let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. When they had gone down the street, I went over to my motorcycle and put the helmet on again. I drove out onto the roads, with not a single destination in mind, but knowing I would have to get out of the city. I had to find that Jackson person, my life and others depended on it.

Percy's POV.

It was about six months since Annabeth and I had our wedding and our honeymoon. We were looking at some pictures of our honeymoon at Barbados. Celeste had joined us on our honeymoon since she was our daughter, and we couldn't leave her behind since we felt bad. Once we were looking at our pictures and saw that one of them was Annabeth and I were kissing on the beach.

"Eewww! Mommy, daddy why do you kiss each other?" Celeste asked in a disgusted manner.

"Because we are a couple Celeste, and couples, especially married couples, kiss each other from time to time." I explained. Celeste is now 4 years old, she's to young to understand a lot of things but she is a quick learner.

Seeing the honeymoon pictures made me smile. Now that I am married to the love of my life, I thought that things wouldn't get any better. The war with the Templars and Octavian and a few of his followers from camp had cost us huge, but at leased I found a way to get the Templars to stop and end the war. There some words that Octavian told me that still bother me in his dying breath- 'it will be the empire of the world.'- those words got me puzzled, but now he's dead and he was the first Legacy that I killed, and it felt very weird. I'm used to killing monsters but never Demigods or Legacies, monsters are one thing but one of my own seems wrong. I know that we have to do it because he's a traitor, and traitors get killed for their crime but it felt like killing a family member. Octavian was already an enemy of mine when I met him, but he seems more like fake for an augur. I went up to my room and opened my wardrobe. In there is my assassins robe and weapons. The armor that I used in the war, and the blades that are the primary weapons of the assassin, but they are specially made. like backbiter the sword of Luke Castellan it is fused with Celestial bronze and steel mixed together in an alloy. Leo had found the secret of how to mix it properly and it wouldn't act like a magnet. I was terrified and I was not happy with the idea but since that I am an assassin I have to find a way to kill Templars and monsters with the same weapon. I was regretting that I am now an 'agency trained killer operative' but I have no choice, I am indeed blooded to an medieval assassin of French nobility.

"Still thinking that you are a killer sweetheart?" said Annabeth's voice. I turned around to see my wife standing in the doorway of our bed room. She knows how to sneak up on people even without her magical Yankees cap.

"No babe, I was regretting that I am an assassin know." I responded with a smile.

"Percy I know how hard this is for you."

"You do?"

"mmhmm. In fact it was hard for me to believe that I was a demigod when I was seven years old."

"You were just seven then, not college age like we are now."

"And don't forget that we got a daughter after the great war."

"Hey we weren't thinking then!"

"I know, Aphrodite once told me that she would make our love life more interesting."

"Yep."

"Percy listen. You are just surprised like all of us, your mom may never have know about her parents history and neither did you! Bill told me that it is more like an heirloom."

"So I was meant to become one?"

"I guess, but you are who you choose! you chose to be an excellent swordsman, and you chose to be a real troublemaker."

"It wasn't my fault that I need someone like you to keep me at bay!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! that's the reason why I like you Seaweedbrain, and you know I'm never gonna make things easy for you."

"You never have Wisegirl, and remember those days when you were always at my tail."

"(giggling) and you know I love you for that." then leaned to me and we kissed, my mind went blank. I know that I'm regretting that I am an assassin but Annabeth's right, it is an heirloom. passed down from father to son, mother to daughter. My friends and I are now part of an ancient creed, and we know that there is stuff to be done. One thing that we all are weary of is the prophecy that Rachel predicted. it is more questioning than all the other prophecies that we all took, and it is very mysterious like all the others. Who is the mortal? Who is the admired? What does that mortal want? Who are the ones in the dark, and what is their mark? Who is this hidden leader? And what will happen to them? I hope that it will never come in my time, 'cause I have taken on to many quests and to many wars for my taste. Many times I've faced death in the face and I have averted it. My only hope is that it would never happen, but somehow my gut is saying that it is already begun.