***ODYSSIA***
Cold as ice.
Shivers.
Evil.
She could sense that much. She was in a place, she breathed in deeply.
Ocean. Poseidon's cabin.
There was a person pacing. Percy.
Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off.
More shivers.
Percy uncapped Riptide and went into 'battle mode'. She looked around, searching for the cause. For the evil. A shadow loomed over him. It was big and evil. She thought she could make out a scythe.
Run! Odyssia screamed at Percy. He couldn't handle this, she knew that much. He didn't listen to her though, maybe because she wasn't really there.
She wished he did.
Blood. Percy on the floor.
Tears.
She ran to him, but she went through him like she expected. Odyssia tried again. She failed.
Cackles. Cold and ancient.
She remembered his eyes. Swirling like a black hole, sucking everything in.
She remembered seeing past his façade. A small, little boy hiding under a desk, building a Lego tower. The tower gets knocked down and big, fat tears leave his eyes.
For a moment, she felt bad for him. Then, rage took over.
How dare he touch Percy?!
The earth started shaking. It opened and she remembered falling, tripping and getting sucked in. She gripped the edge and took a glimpse.
It was dark.
Hot air left the hole and Odyssia remembered hearing roars and hisses.
Monsters.
Percy didn't have the strength to hold on. He fell. The shadow jumped after him.
Odyssia remembered him looking straight at her and growling something.
She didn't know what he said, but she read his lips 'Stay out of this, Ananke'.
Odyssia jumped a mile in her bed, pressing a hand to her beating heart. She was shaking, her whole body covered in sweat covered in sweat.
In a flash, she was running up the stairs, leaving the Big House in a haste, the harsh breeze making goosebumps appear on her olive skin.
Cold as ice, she recalled. Only the future is cold to her.
Odyssia ran to the Hephaestus' cabin. Leo.
She wretched the door open. Groans filled the air, but his bunk was empty. Right, Bunker 9.
She left, the door still open, ignoring the curses thrown her way.
She ran all the way to the Bunker, vines sprouting out of the ground. They were high and untamable, Dionysus would be proud.
"Leo," she gasped as she ran in. His head whipped to the side and in a flash, he was hovering over Odyssia, concern in his warm, brown eyes.
For a second, she marveled at seeing him. She still couldn't get use to seeing after such a long time without her sight. Then, the demigod shook herself out of this.
"Percy. Danger. Get Annabeth." She rasped out and he immediately nodded. the demigod ran back to the cabins and felt someone running next to her.
It couldn't be Leo, he was getting Annabeth. Odyssia looked to the side and saw Nico, gripping his stygian iron sword tightly.
"I got your back," he said quietly and she nodded. Panic had her heart at swordpoint and she wasn't about to pay the ransom.
It was too freaking expensive!
She was seeing everything in slow motion. She faintly remembered Leo and Annabeth join them, each of them scared out of their minds.
Then, she saw it. The lights in his cabin. They were flickering.
"No no no no," She begged nobody in particular and pushed herself out of her limit. Odyssia opened the door and gazed in horror at...
Nothing.
Everything was normal. The bed wasn't made, clothes were strewn everywhere.
Perfect Seaweed cabin.
"What the...?" Annabeth asked, a frown on her face. She would probably think she was crazy if tears weren't streaming down her face.
"Odds?" Leo asked uncertainly. She choked back a sob and simply pointed to the floor next to the fountain.
Blood.
She fell to the floor, tears making it hard to see.
Black spots clouded her vision and she only had one thought before Odyssia collapsed.
She should've paid that ransom.
Leo watched as Odds' eyes fluttered closed and she swayed to the side. He caught her just in time, brushing her hair out of her pale face. Nico was still, looking at the spot of blood while Annabeth watched him, stormy eyes stormier than ever.
His eyebrows were furrowed as he answered the unasked question, "He's not dead," with an audible sigh, Annabeth closed her eyes momentarily before opening them, determination deeply etched into them.
"We need to tell Mr. D so we can inform the gods. I fear this wasn't a simple obstacle by Hera like last time," she said strongly, her voice cold as ice, making Leo shiver, "As of now, finding Percy is the mythological world's first priority. We need a full report from Odyssia when she awakes. Leo, take her to the infirmary. Nico, wake up the Seven," she listed and walked out briskly, Nico trailing behind her.
Leo gently carried Odyssia to the infirmary, gears turning in his head. He was confused and the only person who could give him answers was now unconscious.
He stayed next to her bed as she slept through the night. When Odyssia woke up, she was confused and Annabeth helped dissipate the confusion, that unnatural coldness still present in her features.
Odyssia cried. Leo watched. Annabeth frowned.
Hiccupping, she told them about her vision, about the eyes that sucked everything in, about the hole.
Leo held her hand. Odyssia smiled weakly. Annabeth took notes.
It was everything unnaturally cold and formal. Distant.
It made both their skins crawl.
So when Annabeth left, all the coldness and formality leaving with her, they held each other tightly.
Because Percy Jackson was gone.
And deep down, they were afraid that if they let go, one of them would disappear too.
