Shield of Olympus
Takes place sometime in between The Last Olympian and The Lost Hero. The new three from the lost hero will still be in the story. So yeah. Enjoy
LTS
The Olympians and their children at Camp Half-Blood are recovering from the Battle of Manhattan, but when a new threat looms, can Percy Jackson lead them from destruction once again?
"Percy!" Annabeth ran towards the son of Poseidon, who sat still on the beach overlooking the lake, her blonde hair trailing behind her as she ran in the wind. Annabeth's worn tennis shoes kicked up sand behind her, creating a wake of sorts.
"Why weren't you at breakfast?" She asked her boyfriend, slowing to a stop near him as she prepared to sit down with him.
He turned away from her, looking back at the water. "I just wasn't hungry today." He lied. It had been 3 months since the end of the Titan war, and he had been reflecting on those who had been lost in the crossfire.
Annabeth knelt next to the boy, gently grabbing his chin in one hand and turning his face to look at hers. "Hey. Don't take it too hard. It's not your fault. If you're not feeling better by this afternoon, come find me, and we'll hang out." She kissed him gently on the cheek as she finished her sentence.
Percy gave a forced smile, hoping to convince his girlfriend that he was fine. "That sounds nice. I'll see you later, okay?"
Annabeth stood to her feet, "Okay!" She agreed, turning to leave. Percy watched her jog towards cabin six, smiling sadly.
He stood to his feet, facing the water once more. He shed his shirt, tossing the light blue piece of fabric to the side. He stretched his arms, letting a groan escape his lips as he heard his shoulder pop. Letting his arms fall down to his side, he took a running leap at the lake.
With a large splash, he submerged into the water, instantly feeling rejuvenated by the clear liquid. Delving deeper into the water, he noticed that there were fewer fish swimming near the surface than usual. "Huh." Percy muttered to himself, swimming toward the ocean floor to investigate, "they're not usually this shy."
As he hit bottom, the demigod noticed a large catfish swimming toward him. "Perseus. Heed my message."
"C'mon Dad! A catfish? Really? You of all people should know that they are literal bottom feeders." Percy exasperatedly sighed, focusing in on the creature.
The fish ignored the boy, instead revisiting its warning. "My son, there are dark forces looming. When hard times overcome the world, wildlife is the first to realize the threat before us, and the creatures of my kingdom are becoming restless."
Percy nodded quickly, agreeing with his father's statement. "Yeah, I know. I could hardly find any fish in the lake today."
The catfish swayed its tail to and fro as it delivered its final message, "My boy, I do not believe an enemy would attack the camp so soon after the second Titanomachy. However, that is the reason you must remain alert, and ready, if not for your sake, then for the sake of your fellow half-bloods. I have not been able to contact Olympus to converse with the other gods on this matter, but I will travel there as soon as the creatures of my domain are calmed. Farewell, Perseus." The catfish swam away, leaving the raven-haired half-blood alone to mull over the cryptic message…
Annabeth sat on her bed, reading the new book Chiron had found for her. The elderly centaur and the daughter of Athena had created a system to attain new books to satiate the girl's thirst for knowledge. Chiron would take up any old or unused books from the other campers, and when Annabeth would finish a book, she would ask her mentor and he would grant her a new one.
Annabeth' reading was interrupted by a sudden, frantic banging on cabin six's door. With a groan, Annabeth rose to her feet and began to make her way to the door. Swinging the door open, Annabeth was greeted with the pale face of Nico di Angelo. "Hey Nico! What do you need?"
As she verbalized her question, the shorter boy looked past her, seemingly searching for something, a frown dawning on his face as he couldn't find what he was looking for. "Damn. I was hoping he would be here."
Annabeth began to be worried by the younger half-blood's mannerisms. "Who would be here? Nico is something going on?"
The spawn of Hades looked up at Annabeth for the first time, and she fully took in his features. Dark bags had begun to grow under his brown eyes, and his face seemed even paler than usual, which frightened the daughter of Athena. He had allowed his hair to grow out, even letting it cover one of his eyes, and there were various scratches scattered around his face, as if he was used to being in fights.
"I was hoping Percy would be here." The boy answered, using his hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. "The dead have gotten… antsy, recently, and I'm afraid that something bad is coming. They're saying all these things about the dawn of a new age, and how the fall of Olympus was going to happen soon. I'm scared, and I feel like I need to warn Percy, or at least make sure he's heard about it." The son of Hades finished, feeling slightly winded from his spiel.
Nico's message was very closely followed by a long, deep boom from the conch horn. Annabeth looked at Nico, "If he's within five miles, he definitely knows something's here. We're under attack."
Nico's eyes widened, and he spun, sprinting toward Half-Blood Hill, with Annabeth following closely behind him. As she neared the hill, she saw that a crowd had already formed, demigods from the less confrontational cabins preferring to stay near the rear of the group. As Annabeth and Nico nudged their way to the front of the mass, and the leader of cabin six realized that Clarisse was in a staredown with the male spearheading the enemy forces.
Clearing his throat, the man stepped forward and spoke in a loud, commanding tone, "My name is Victor Ogletree. I am under orders to commandeer this camp in the name of my liege. If you refuse to surrender peacefully, we will be forced to sequestrate this location using force. The choice is yours."
Annabeth began more frantic in her quest to make it to the front of the gathering of half-bloods, fearing that Clarisse would do something rash. As Annabeth neared the daughter of Ares, the leader of cabin five took a few steps toward the man. "If you think we're gonna give this place up without a fight, you're just a plain old dumbass."
The man chuckled loudly, shaking his head as he mulled over her comment. "So, I assume you consider yourself the leader of this would-be army." He spoke loudly, clearly very disdainful in his tone.
Clarisse raised her chin, clearly emboldened, knowing the exact answer she was going to give. "Yeah. You got that right, jackass."
Victor smiled, very clearly pleased with the response to his question. He dropped the cloak around his shoulders to the ground, revealing a sheathed sword at his side. However, despite his clear intention of engaging in battle with the demigods, Annabeth saw no other armor or weapons. "That is an absolute delight, dear. I believe it would only be fair for you and me to engage in single combat."
Clarisse was clearly disheartened by his suggestion, her shoulders drooping slightly and she looked back to her other cabin mates nervously. One of her siblings gave her a stern look, and the daughter of Ares turned back to Victor. "How do you know my army won't attack you during our fight?"
The man let out a second string of laughter, this time much louder than the last. He took nearly fifteen seconds to calm himself, then addressed her question confidently, "My dear, it's very simple. If your army attacks me, my monsters will attack your army, and I very much believe the odds are completely in my favor."
Clarisse took what he said into account, but before she could reply to his statement, he continued. "However, if you are not brave enough to accept my challenge, you could simply cower in the shadows as my army tears your precious camp apart."
Both armies could see that those words struck a chord in the daughter of Ares. She spun on her heel, staring daggers at one of her siblings. "Get me my spear." She snapped. Her half-brother quickly retrieved her spear, passing it up through the crowd until it got to the brunette.
She slowly turned back to Victor, gripping her weapon tightly as she scowled. Her spear crackled with electricity, "I'll enjoy watching the light fade from your eyes." She snarled.
Victor laughed, the reaction further angering the daughter of Ares, and then replied, "You'll never get the chance."
Clarisse let out a yell of rage, charging forward to meet the man in battle. She stabbed straight at Victor, letting out a growl of annoyance as he easily sidestepped the thrust. She spun, her foot sliding slightly in the grass, and lunged for the man. She swung her spear, akin to how one would swing a baseball bat, at her opponent. As the spear neared the man, he shocked both watching parties, catching the weapon at the spot just before the shaft met the spearpoint. As electricity coursed through the spear, he seemed to absorb the voltage, and Clarisse gaped at the feat of power. He let loose a roar, all of the electricity he had absorbed escaping from his body, shooting through the spear and striking the daughter of Ares. She flew back nearly twenty feet, crashing to the ground and uprooting much of the grass and dirt.
Still holding onto the spear, he observed the weapon. "Such a shame to waste such a magnificent weapon. A masterpiece of destruction such as this deserves an owner who can wield it properly, not the rage-ridden mistake of a holder it had previously. Alas, she'll have no need for it soon." He snapped the weapon over his knee, dropping it carelessly in his wake.
Clarisse was now on her knees, watching the wrecking of the weapon which had been gifted to her by her patron with rage. She drew the sword on her thigh, dashing towards Victor. She swung at his neck, but the man ducked under the blow, spinning and drawing his sword in the same movement.
She stabbed at his chest, the man waiting several seconds until he deflected the thrust with the flat of his blade, knocking her arm high into the air. She stumbled backwards several steps, and Victor took the offensive for the first time in their duel. He swung directly at her blade, slicing through as if the steel were butter. Clarisse was only given a second to stare at the blade of her sword on the ground, and absorb that she was only wielding a hilt, before Victor interrupted her stupor by kicking her in the chest with his boot.
Clarisse flew backwards, rolling over herself until she ended up on her knees, head held low to the ground. The man sauntered behind the daughter of Ares, gripping her brown hair tightly, and jerked her head up so that she could stare at the crowd of stunned half-bloods. "Look! Look at your champion, demigods. Her vanity has sealed her fate, and her failures will seal yours!"
Clarisse's hand slowly drifted to her boot, where she had a knife hidden. Grasping the hilt, she stabbed upwards in hopes of striking her opponent. He caught her wrist with the hand that was not holding her hair. He hissed through his teeth, at a level only those two could hear, "You could have lost the fight with dignity. Now, not only have you disgraced yourself, you've disgraced the pig you call your father."
Twisting her wrist, he snapped it loudly enough for both parties to hear. Clarisse let out a loud cry of pain, which dissipated into a pathetic whimper. He dropped her arm to her side, leaving it limp, and then grabbed his sword with the hand that had been holding her wrist.
"Kill them all," he growled as he sliced deep into her neck, dropping her bleeding body to the ground and leaving her to die.
When Percy emerged from the crystal water of the lake, he heard lots of commotion, along with the sight of a large mass of campers in the distance. "What in Hades?" He asked audibly, taking off at a frantic pace.
As the son of the sea god neared the group, he began to discern the noises as fighting. He ran up to the back of the crowd, near a camper who he recognized to be Travis Stoll. "Travis." He hissed. "What the hell is going on here?"
The son of Hermes whirled around, eyes wide and slightly teary. "A guy walked up to the camp with a bunch of monsters. He challenged Clarisse to a fight."
Percy began to regain his composure, sure that Clarisse could succeed at her one skill: fighting. "She's getting her ass kicked." Travis finished, his voice choking up a bit.
Percy realized that the twin was beginning to get unraveled. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "If she's losing this, we're gonna need every camper on their game if any of us wanna make it out of here."
As Percy finished his pep talk, he heard the sound of metal slicing through flesh, followed by a simple command. "Kill them all."
The roar of an army of monsters erupted from Half-Blood Hill in every direction as the beastly battalion charged toward the campers. When the creatures hit the first line of campers, it wasn't even a slightly fair fight. They tore through the primary defenses, the strength of the monsters overwhelmed the demigods, leaving many of them dead, and many more lying on the ground, wounded and in agony.
The campers dissipated rapidly, all of them retreating further into the camp. As they ran, Percy bellowed orders to the army of half-bloods, "CAMPERS! THIS IS YOUR HOME! IF WE DO NOT FIGHT BACK, THEY WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU, AND WE'RE NOT GOING TO ALLOW THAT!"
Percy's brief speech of encouragement immediately inspired the campers, causing them to give a chorus of agreements as they ceased their retreat, ready to stand their ground and defend their home. As the monsters advanced on the half-bloods, Percy let out a growl, his eyes narrowing as he spotted one of the first monsters he ever killed, the half-bull, otherwise known as the minotaur.
The beast was apparently on the same train of thought, finding Percy with its eyes and roaring when it had accomplished its task. It charged forward, undoubtedly straight for the son of Poseidon. Percy didn't wait for the monster to come to him, however, the son of the sea god dashing toward the creature.
The minotaur struck first, raising its double-sided axe high above its head and smashing down at the demigod. The attack was unsuccessful, however, as Percy rolled out of the way of the strike. The force of the blow firmly planted and trapped the weapon in the earth, and Percy took this chance to jump onto the shaft of the weapon and race up toward the handle.
As the son of Poseidon neared the minotaur's hands, the monster still trying to dislodge the axe from the ground, he leapt high into the air, launching all the way to land between the beast's horns. Grabbing Riptide in an icepick grip, he held the weapon in both hands, bellowing, "FOR OLYMPUS!" For both armies to hear, before plunging the sword into the minotaur's skull.
Not bothering to retrieve the blade from the monster's head, Percy vaulted off of the beast as it toppled onto its back. The demigod fell toward the earth, windmilling his arms as if trying to slow his landing. As the son of the sea god came to a stop, both of his feet met the chest of an empousai, softening his crash. The monster's chest was collapsed, and Percy didn't miss a beat, stealing the deceased creature's sword and racing forward.
The first monster to meet the son of Poseidon was a cyclops. It attacked in a similar manner to the minotaur, trying to smash Percy from above. This time, however, the son of the sea god simply lopped off the hand holding the weapon. The cyclops was stunned by the demigod's literal disarm, and Percy used this opportunity to decapitate the beast.
As the half-blood caught his breath, his eyes found a man dressed in dark clothing on the battlefield, watching helplessly as he ran through three of Percy's campmates in seconds. The son of Poseidon had now recovered from his fight, charging at the stranger with an enraged roar. Percy's first swing was a wild slash from the side, which the man parried with ease. The son of the sea god struck again, attacking in a diagonal motion. This time, his opponent deflected the blow with more force, knocking the half-blood's arm away, then blasting him in the chest with his boot.
Percy was surprised by the power in the man's kick, rolling nearly twenty feet as a result. "Percy!" The downed demigod raised his head groggily, taking in the sight of Nico di Angelo. The son of Hades ran over to him, helping Percy into a sitting position. The son of Poseidon grasped his friend's shoulder, "Nico, you need to take the surviving camper's into the forest. Create a divide from the rest of the camp. I'll handle the rest afterwards."
The younger demigod seemed hesitant, "But Percy, I can fight!" He protested, wanting to remain in the action.
Percy gave him a stern look, "I know you can. But right now, our primary goal is surviving another day, and we can't do that the way we look right now. You're the only one of us who can do this job, and Nico, we might not get out of this alive if you don't."
The son of Hades took a breath. "Okay Percy. I'll try. What are you going to do?"
The son of the sea god gave a nervous smile, "I'm kind of trying to figure that out as we speak. If you can get this done, I'm sure you'll find out."
Nico nodded twice in quick succession, trying to reassure Percy by shooting a grin his way, before running off to accomplish the task thrust upon him. The son of Poseidon slowly stood up after his conversation with the di Angelo was finished, turning back to rejoin the battle.
Percy didn't have to wait long, spotting a hellhound bounding toward him almost as soon as he was on his feet. Once the creature was within range, it pounced at the son of Poseidon. Percy knew his time frame was slim, so he quickly moved to a point under the monster. As the beast descended, the demigod raised his sword, stabbing the hellhound through the stomach as it fell.
Percy hefted the lifeless carcass off of himself, sliding the sword out of the creature. His momentary rest period was brief, another empousai nocking an arrow and aiming at the son of Poseidon. "Don't move, demigod." It hissed.
Percy sighed, turning and running at the monster. The empousai fired, striking the son of the sea god in the shoulder. Percy was determined, however, and the arrow barely even hindered his speed. The half-blood reached the empousai as her hand moved down, trying to grasp a knife on her thigh. She never finished her quest, her motion cut short as Percy impaled her through the chest with his blade.
The son of Poseidon felt Riptide return to his pocket, so he let go of the hilt of the sword buried in the empousai, giving it a slight push and causing the monster to fall on her back. "Percy!" He heard a whisper. "It's Annabeth. Don't turn around."
"That guy you fought earlier, he's too strong for either of us. I don't know how, but he is. We're going to have to trick him to win. You need to face him head on, while I attack him from the back. I'll be wearing my Yankees hat, so he won't know I'm there." She explained.
Percy nodded. "Sounds good. I'll see you after." He took off toward the man in a sprint, hoping Annabeth would come through on her end of the plan. As Percy neared the stranger, he realized they were near the lake, and he took a mental note of that for later.
"Hey you!" Percy yelled. The man turned. "I want a rematch." An eerie smile grew on the stranger's face as the son of Poseidon walked toward him.
"Perseus, I'm not sure if you know the definition of insanity. If not, I'll enlighten you. An insane person tries something over and over again, expecting a different result. You tried to fight me once. You lost. Or are you just eager to die?" The man taunted the son of the sea god.
Percy grimaced, "The first time we fought, I lost. You're right. However, the first time we fought, I had no idea what skill level you were at. I underestimated you. It won't happen again."
The man threw his head back, laughing obnoxiously. "My master had plans for you. Gave me specific instructions not to kill you. Said she wanted you alive to witness everything around you crumble. She said she wanted to see the hope drain from your eyes. I suppose I'll just have to disappoint her."
Percy drew Riptide from his pocket, uncapping the celestial bronze weapon and charging at his opponent. As he neared, he saw a cyclops fall to an inexistent opponent in his peripheral vision, causing him to smile. In their second clash, the stranger attacked first, thrusting his sword straight at Percy's chest. Percy kept at a constant speed, spinning away from the jab, and stopping when he was behind his foe. The demigod struck fast, slashing at the stranger's shoulder.
The man dropped into a crouch, allowing Riptide to pass harmlessly over him, popping back up near the demigod and launching his fist into Percy's jaw. The son of Poseidon grunted, tumbling to the earth. The man flashed a toothy smile, slowly stalking the grounded half-blood.
Suddenly, a cry of anger came from thin air, Annabeth materializing as her hat fell from her head to the earth below. The stranger whirled around, faster than mortal man or demigod could move, stabbing his sword through the daughter of Athena's midsection.
"NO!!" Percy screamed in anguish, watching helplessly as his love was murdered by an invader. A loud, obnoxious laughter came from his beloved's murderer, echoing throughout the camp. Percy felt a familiar rush in the pit of his stomach, the water from the lake rushing to life.
Percy rose to his feet as the water surrounding him, lifting him high above the ground as the liquid whirled in a circular motion around him at hurricane-like speeds. "YOU HAVE INVADED MY HOME! YOU HAVE MURDERED MY FRIENDS! YOU HAVE MURDERED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! NOW YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR SINS! YOU SHALL ALL PAY!"
Using his arms to control the water, the son of the sea god lashed out at the remaining monsters, sending tendrils of rapid water to vaporize the hellacious creations in droves. Once all of the beasts had been removed, he focused his energy on the stranger. He blasted him over and over again, knocking the unfamiliar man nearly one hundred yards away from the enraged son of Poseidon.
The man regained his footing. "ENOUGH!" He thundered. "We will meet again, Perseus." He raised his right hand, vanishing with a bolt of lightning.
Slowly, Percy lowered himself to the ground, the water retreating back into the lake, and gazed upon the fallen daughter of Athena with saddened eyes. He raced to her side, dropping to his knees. He grasped her lifeless hand with both of his, dropping his head onto her stomach and openly weeping.
Nico led the remaining campers over to where the pair was. He laid one hand on Percy's shoulder, giving him a moment to grieve before speaking. "Percy, where should the rest of the campers go?"
Percy raised his head slightly, but rather than look at Nico, he stared at Annabeth's unmoving face. "Take the vans we use to go to Olympus for the winter solstice. Head to Olympus. I'll be there when I'm done here." He rasped.
Nico swallowed, turning around and taking charge of the campers. "Okay, you heard him. If you're older than sixteen and know how to drive, take a van. The rest of you, divide up and make sure you get in. We want everybody in a van!"
As the campers left Percy alone, he reached into his pocket, still holding Annabeth's hand with one of his own, and pulled out a box. "Here," he spoke, his voice giving out on the last consonant of the word.
"Remember when you asked me why I missed breakfast? I was thinking of how to propose. Annabeth, I-" His voice cracked once again, and he sighed. "You told me one time, that you wanted to have your wedding in the big house, surrounded by all of your friends and family. I wish we could have had that. I wish you were still here. I wish we could have grown old together. I wish that we could have had kids. I know you wanted a girl, and I would have loved her so much, because she would have been yours. But now, none of that can happen. I love you Annabeth. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to win. If I had been, you wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. And it's all because I wasn't good enough. I failed you Annabeth. I'm so sorry…"
His voice trailed off, and the son of Poseidon slouched over once again, sobbing. He laid his head onto the daughter of Athena's stomach and weeped until he eventually fell asleep there. And there they lay, Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson, sleeping next to each other for the last time.
An hour and a half later, Percy was awoken from his slumber by an Iris Message. Sullenly, he lifted his head, greeted by the pale visage of Nico di Angelo. "Hey Nico." He rasped, "What do you need?"
The son of Hades frowned, "Sorry to wake you, but there's a problem on Olympus. They won't let us talk to them for some reason."
Percy glanced down at Annabeth's body then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ok Nico. I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't try to breach the throne room until I get there, okay?"
The younger demigod looked pitifully at Percy, feeling immense sorrow for the son of Poseidon. "Will do, man. And, you don't need to rush here. Handle your business over there and come when you're ready."
Percy nodded, sweeping an arm through the message and cancelling the connection. "Ok, Annabeth, looks like we're going to Olympus."
Nearly forty-five minutes later, Percy Jackson was on Olympus, toting the corpse of Annabeth Chase bridal style.
Nico's head shot up as the elevator doors opened, shocked that Percy made it to the city of gods so quickly. "How did you get here? It took us twice your time!"
Percy barely even glanced at him. "I swam here. Nearly scared a couple to death when they saw an eighteen year-old walk out of the Hudson carrying a dead body."
The son of Hades looked down, staring at the deceased daughter of Athena. "Why-why did you bring her?"
Percy glared down at Nico, making it clear he did not want to talk about Annabeth. The son of Hades looked up at the demigod, and for the first time, realized that Percy had been crying even more than he thought. "She deserves a proper resting place."
Without waiting for a response, the son of Poseidon marched toward the large doors leading to the throne room. Still holding Annabeth, he channelled water from a nearby fountain, charging his energy before launching it into the doors, blasting them completely off of their hinges. The son of Poseidon strolled confidently into the throne room, "Hi, family. I hope you've been well."
Athena stood up indignantly, preparing to berate Percy. Realizing that the body he was carrying was her daughter, she screamed, "What have you done to her?"
The son of the sea god controlled some of the water he'd used to open the doors, creating ice shards and aiming them at Athena. "Take another step. I dare you." Athena sat down, and Percy gently set Annabeth on the marble floor. "Do any of you know what happened today?"
The demigod waited nearly twenty seconds for an answered, but received none. He gave a loud, bitter snort. "Of course not. Why would I expect the almighty to pay attention to such mere things like their children's lives?"
Apollo held out a hand to silence the angry half-blood, "What are you talking about Percy?"
Percy sent a murderous glare in his direction, and the sun god sank slightly in his throne. "We were attacked. I think they were targeting me, because the minotaur was there, and the leader of this army said his master had plans for me."
Zeus interrupted the demigod this time, "But you defeated your foes, correct? There is nothing else to worry about?"
The son of Poseidon grimaced, looking down at Annabeth's body. "I want her put in the stars."
"You realize that is asking no small feat of us," Hera protested, "it is not easy to place a body in the stars."
"It was no small feat when she saved Olympus, but she did it, and now she's dead!" Percy exclaimed.
Athena waved off the elder Olympian, "It will be done, Perseus. She will have a place among the constellations. Now please, continue with your story."
Percy drew in a breath, collecting himself before resuming his tale. "It was very nearly a massacre. We were unprepared for battle, and their leader was stronger than anything I'd ever fought before. One of the demigods mentioned his name was Victor." Athena paled at this, but Percy didn't notice, "I had to summon more power than I ever have to fight them off, and their leader still escaped." Percy looked up at Zeus in a fiery glare. "He vanished in a flash of lightning."
Zeus, however, did not look as if he knew about a child he had sired. "I have no recollection of breaking my oath. We will go into this later, however." He finished, sending a pointed look at Hera. He turned to look at the son of Poseidon. "You must have come to Olympus with a request, correct?"
Percy looked down at Annabeth once again, summoning his courage before making one final request. "I want the power to prevent this from ever happening again. I want to ensure that no half-blood has the helpless feeling I just experienced."
The throne room was briefly enveloped in commotion, before Zeus silenced the ten present Olympians, excluding Hestia, who was seated in her constant position at the hearth. "Perseus, if you would go outside while we come to a decisive conclusion. We will go to meet you outside."
The son of Poseidon nodded slowly, trudging out of the room and back to the grouping of demigods. Nico looked up as he heard footsteps, "How'd it go?"
Percy shrugged sullenly, "I guess we'll find out in a few minutes, but I think it went just about how I expected it to."
The older demigod took a seat next to Nico, resting his head against the pillar and closing his eyes, preparing himself for the worst.
Ten minutes passed before the Olympians walked out as a group, Zeus leading the way. "Perseus Jackson," he began, projecting his voice in all directions, "you will be an immortal."
So yeah. I think that was a good first chapter. I'll try to make chapters longer after this, just to be nice. There won't be a Percy pairing in this story, because his girlfriend literally just got put in the stars and now she'll be able to watch his every movement. SO, uhh read and review, and have a nice year.
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