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Hello! First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed on the first chapter. Instead of just two reviews, I got 10 times as many! (lol)
Second, I'm really sorry for my poor grammar… But please go easy on me! (Seriously, I'm only in 5th grade.) A few of the reviewers corrected me on the first chapter, so I edited my mistakes. ^_^ Thank you so much!
Well, that's pretty much it. Enjoy the second chapter!!!
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***Olympus Pov***
A roar of frustration woke up Olympus that morning. All the gods teleported to their thrones and demanded what was happening.
"Poseidon, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Hera asked.
Poseidon shook his head. "It's my son, something's happened. Something bad. I fear that he has passed…"
The other gods looked at him in shock. Percy Jackson, dead?
Artemis covered her face mournfully. "How could this have happened? Percy… Who else could have been in the prophecy?"
Ares cracked his knuckles. "I bet Hades has-"
"No, no he wouldn't do that. Unlike Zeus and Poseidon, Hades is the only one who hasn't broken the vow. Besides, he hasn't even gone out of the underworld since that one 'incident' with his mortal wife." Apollo froze. "But I suppose Nico might be the one, or Thaila, but then again… She joined the hunters, didn't she?"
Zeus nodded.
"Well unless the two die off we still have the prophecy to worry about. It's a shame what happened to Peter Johnson though." Dionysus took a sip out of his diet coke. Suddenly Olympus began to shake. Dionysus's drink turned into saltwater.
He turned to find a very, very, angry sea god staring at him. "My only human son has just died Dionysus! Do you really think I'm in a good mood for your stupid jokes!?"
Dionysus looked down at the ground, trying his best to look ashamed. "Percy Jackson, got it. Sorry." Almost instantly his diet coke reappeared.
"Thank you, Dionysus." Poseidon said, even though he was still a bit angry.
Hermes got up from his seat. "Shall I send a message to the underworld?"
Zeus nodded. "Make sure he goes to Elysium. He was a great hero, after all. A savior of Olympus."
The other gods cheered.
***Annabeth's Pov***
I arrived at New York as fast as I could. This couldn't be happening, not to Percy, not him! Tears were pouring down my eyes, I could hardly make out my surroundings through them. I ran across the roads and zigzagged through the alleyways, I hadn't even stopped to admire the Empire State Building! I called a taxi and hopped in.
"Please sir, the hospital! It's urgent!" I reached into my pocket and almost pulled out a few golden drachmas, then I remembered this was a human taxi, so they'd be worth almost nothing to the driver. I corrected myself and gave him regular money instead. The driver took it and started the taxi, I was at the hospital in no time.
I ran through the halls without getting lost. (Which surprised me a little, this was my first time in this hospital.) Maybe Athena was in a good mood today, or maybe I was just lucky. I sprinted up the stairs and stopped at the room Percy was supposed to be in, 6G. Perhaps he'd made it? Perhaps Percy was alive? My hopes were crushed when Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis walked out of the room. They were both crying, especially Percy's mother. The nurse walked out and closed the door. She turned towards me and shook her head. I expected the worst.
"I-Is he…"
Sally gave me a sad look. She nodded, then went back to crying. I burst into tears also, I'd made it to late… Percy was already dead! If only I had been there a little sooner, if only I could see his smile one last time… If only… A hand touched my shoulder, Paul Blofis.
"You were his best friend, you should be proud." He said, weakly smiling.
I nodded. "I know… But why did he have to die?! He was more than just a friend, he was… he was…Ugh! Never mind!" I slapped his hand away and stormed out of the hospital.
I felt angry, sad, and confused. I'd never felt this way in my life before, it's like a whole chunk of my soul fell off along with Percy. How could I live without Seaweed Brain?
I walked back to the airport. But instead of going back home on a plane, Blackjack would take me back to Camp Half Blood. I whispered something into his ear.
"Give this to Chiron for me." I said.
He nodded. I held out a small note for Chiron and placed it by a safe spot in his wing so it wouldn't fall out while we were flying. Blackjack would give the note to Chiron and he would tell camp about the bad news for me.
Why Chiron? Well, I didn't think I could stand to mention it without crying, and besides, he was our camp counselor. It just felt right. I could only imagine how they would feel… Percy had been like a father to most of the campers. Even the Ares cabin. (Well, he must have been a good rival, at least.) I hopped on Blackjack's back and held on tight. He gave a comforting whinny, like he was trying to cheer me up. But I couldn't really understand him, I didn't speak horse.
I patted him on the head and said, "I'm okay. Don't worry about me, Blackjack. We have to get back to camp."
He grunted. Blackjack took a few steps back and spread out his wings, then he charged forward. He kept going faster and faster until we were a few feet off the ground, then he flapped his wings and we rose even higher. Soon we were on our way to Camp Half Blood.
***Nico's Pov***
"But dad! You promised!!!" I complained, but Hades wasn't listening. Every time I tried to bribe him about my mother… Ugh! He always found a way to get out of it! Stupid father…
Something rustled behind me. Persephone…
I turned around and pointed at her accusingly. "Stop. Spying. On. Me."
She rolled her eyes. "Really, Nico? I can't follow my own husband?" She said, pretending to sound shocked.
Whatever. I wasn't going to play this game again. "I couldn't care less about your marriage to my father. It's not as if you're my real mom, anyway. As a matter of fact, you're hardly even my step mom." I began to walk away.
Persephone's eyes glared at the last part, then she calmed down. "Never mind… I just thought I'd give you a little info, you know, on Percy?"
I turned and stepped towards her. "Percy?! What happened? Is he in the underworld?!" I blurted. Percy Jackson… The bastard who killed my sister. If I had a chance for revenge… I would take it. I'm sure Persephone knew that.
(Remember, this story takes place around The Titan's Curse and Battle at the Labyrinth.)
"What do you say?" She asked, giving me a smug look.
Oh no. Not this again. "…Please?"
Persephone leaned in closer to me. "Please, who?"
I hated when she did this. How dare she blackmail me!!!
"Please Persephone…" I groaned. It pained me to give in, but any info on Percy would have been useful at the moment.
She kept staring at me.
"Please mom…" I mumbled. It was quiet, either way she must have heard me because she smiled and backed away. It was about time she gave me some air.
"Thank you, son. Now about Percy, it appears he's been in a little accident."
"Accident? What accident-"
She silenced me. "As I was saying, it appears Percy Jackson has been in a little accident. He's… How should I put it? …Gone?"
It took me a while to get the message. Then I froze. Gone? Percy was dead? So he was in the underworld… Perfect. Now I could finally confront him without having him run away. I ran out the door without saying goodbye. Time to check out the dead.
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I had searched and searched, but Percy's corpse was nowhere to be found. I tried summoning him through grave soil, but that didn't work either.
Finally, after hours of searching, I decided to try the extreme. I walked into Persephone's garden when she wasn't looking and through a coin into the nearest fountain. "Oh, Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show me Percy Jackson." Suddenly the garden was consumed by mist, then there was a light, but no Percy. But how could that be? He died, right?
I asked my father about it, and he said Percy hadn't appeared yet. And he wasn't lying either. If he found Percy in his territory… Well, lets just say it wouldn't be good.
Then I realized there was only one solution, someone had stolen Percy's soul from Hell.
***9 months later… Percy's Pov, The Princess Andromeda***
The moment after the truck hit me I opened my eyes. There was nothing, only darkness surrounding me.
"That's odd…" I thought. It all happened so fast. Was I… Dead? No, no. That couldn't be it. Why hadn't Hades set up an eternal torture for me by now? I shuddered at the thought. Maybe this was my torture, alone in the darkness…forever.
Suddenly I felt a huge pain in my back, it quickly spread throughout every inch of my body. It took me all my will power not to scream. I instantly remembered the feeling, it was how I felt when the truck hit me. I stared at my bloody hands… Without a doubt, I was dead. I wasn't sure why I hadn't gone to the underworld, but it didn't matter either way.
I tried to wipe the blood off on my shirt, my hands only bled more. No matter what I did the blood just kept draining out of my body. …Along with my soul. I felt dizzy, my vision blurred, I was even beginning to forget my name… Only the pain remained. All I could see was myself and the darkness, I would stay like this forever. Suffer forever. No one was going to help, no one was going to comfort me. I was alone.
And that's when the light appeared.
It got brighter and began to sting my eyes. I covered them, but it only helped a little. The light got bigger and bigger until I couldn't stand it. I opened my eyes, the darkness was gone. My vision was blurry, but I could make out the walls of The Princess Andromeda. I figured I was hallucinating. I began to hear voices…
"Percy Jackson… Has the boy been resurrected?"
The voice was dark and cold, just like the one in my dreams. It must have been Kronos's.
"Yes, Lord. The boy's soul has returned to his body now. He should be waking soon."
I didn't need to remember who's voice that was. I already knew. It was the same scoundrel voice who stole Zeus's master bolt, betrayed camp, and was always trying to kill me. Guess who it was? (Hint, it's spelled like L-U-K-E.)
I lifted my arm, somehow I was alive. Weak, no doubt, but definitely alive.
And Luke had resurrected me.
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How did you like the chapter? Any advice? Sorry I couldn't update sooner… I had to visit my Aunt, my grandma's just died. T~T Well, anyway, keep up the great reviews!!!!!!
