Midnight
By: xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx
AN: Well, here is Sunday's oneshot.
Disclaimer: Still don't own HoO.
3. A Teacher's Lament
Every night, he finds himself wondering if he—his prized pupil—will return to camp safely. He wonders if he'll be different, how much Lupa changed him. It scares him, honestly. He's seen many heroes come and go, but none better than him. He is a truly special lad, and it hurts to see him gone.
Perhaps he has become to close to the lad. He was supposed to be his mentor, which he was, but in the short four years he'd known the lad, he had become a close friend. He considered the boy a son, and if something happened to him...
The old centaur shuddered thinking of it. He could only hope and pray to the gods that Percy was safe and sound at Camp Jupiter, and if he wasn't... then, it was all up to the Fates whether he survived or not. That part was where things became scary and unclear.
He's seen many heroes die. He knows nothing lasts forever, not even himself, nor the gods. A new power can arise and overtake the gods. The future is not written in stone, and he knows it clear as day.
He slaves over protecting, training the demigods as well as he can. But the end is approaching, and everyone knows it. He fears for their lives, but what more can he do? He is a mere teacher, not a god who could possibly intervene on their behalf.
So, he watches them. He watches as the demigods train every day for the coming battle, the possible end of everything that people know and love. He watches as they finish up the mighty Argo II. He will watch when four of his students embark on a journey—one of which they all might not return from.
Because all he can do is watch as the world is falling apart right in front of him.