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DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED PERCY JACSON- I WOULD NOT BE HERE. I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS
Percy's POV
After The Last Olympian
Im so dead.
Really.
The wonderful goddess Athena was standing about four feet in front of me and Annabeth, and-I swear to the gods- she was about to explode with anger. Thge rath of Zues was nothing compared to the look on her face right now.
I was praying to every single god I knew, Apollo, Artemis, my father...
Please, dont let her kill me...
"PERSEUS JACKSON!" Athena said, anger leaking off her tone.
So dead. That's about all I could think at the moment. So dead.
Athena's hair was flairing out around her, and her stormy gray eyes were turning black with anger.
In my panic, I summoned the water from the dew on the grass and formed a kind of water shield around Annabeth and I.
That just made her even more angry. "I've warned you, and warned you!" She screamed at me, raising her hand and making the shield disintegrate,' Annabeth wimpered and took a step toward Athena.
"Mother! Please. Do not hurt Percy." Athena did not seem to heer her through her rage. She started to walk toward me.
I thought about drawing Riptide, but decided against it. I was pleading to Annabeth through my eyes. I can not act to hurt a goddess, and I would not do it without cause. Though i'm not saying that this is not cause for panic.
"Look, mom!" I noticed she was using 'mom' now instead of 'moither'. "Yell at me! Not Percy. I kissed him, anyway."
About twenty half-bloods had started to gather around the botton of the hill. A few stood out to me.
1) Clarisse. She was laughing. Practically rolling on the ground. (Dang. Stupid Ares child.)
2) Grover! When did he get here?!
3) Chiron. Who was obviously freaking out about having an angry goddess in our camp.
Athena turned toward Annabeth and smiled at her daughter. "Nice try, Annabeth, but I am the goddess of wisdom and strategy. I am not fooled easily."
Dang it. Then to me she said, "Draw your sword, Perseus Jackson. Let us see if you are worthy of a daughter of Athena."
She seemed to scoff at the thought, but her eyes turned back to her normal gray. I looked in awe as Kronos's sythe appeared in her hand.
"Woah, she's angry." I heard some half-blood mutter under his breathe. I wanted to slap him.
I pushed a screaming Annabeth behind me, and stepped forward, drawing Riptide.
The whole camp was watching now, and they were eather running in terror from the blade, or were running in terror from me- because I wasnt running away from it. Did that make sense?
"Percy! Dont! Please, come on!" Annabeth grabbed my free hand and pulled me back a few inches.
Athena glared at me like she was trying to find out which way she was going to kill me. Which would be the most fun for her.
But then her face changed. She looked resigned. She flipped her hair and turned away. A crisp breeze was blowing along with the afternoon sun.
"Another day, Son of Posiedon."
A bright light flashed, and Annabeth and I looked away quickly. We looked back and Athena was gone.
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