Comeback of the titans

Hey guys… I hope you don't hate me too much! Not that I would blame you if none of you ever read this. To be honest I would be pretty pissed off myself, but I swear I have a valid reason! I would never abandon you guys like that. You are what make me confident in my writing and I love you all. My computer died and life sucks so I just now get to tell you more on the adventures of Percy, Harry, and the whole gang. I promise it will be nice long ones for all you loyal peoples out there! Let's begin…

Chapter 4 Percy's POV

I couldn't believe I slipped up like that! Not only does one wrong move ruin our chances in this quest, but to downplay Bob's sacrifice was not okay. I knew that, after all I'd been through, I should expect more and more nightmare, and that I can't blame myself for being a little disoriented from reliving every awful moment in that dark, evil, abyss. But I still did. I scolded myself for not being cautious. Harry was suspicious of us, after that we had to watch every little thing we did. I'm just glad wise girl did what she did so fast. My water abilities tend to work unconsciously when I suffer from a flashback. How would we explain me in a big floating ball of water? I headed downstairs where everyone was gathering in alarm. Well, the Weasleys were, my fellow demigods just looked weary and resigned to the facts, which were now my life, of flashbacks. I quickly gave my apologies along with a vague reason to the group of worried wizards. Only Mrs. and Mr. Weasley took this in stride, the rest wanted to know more, and the bombardments of questions soon began in a cacophony of voices all at once.

"How scary is it? What are they about?" asked a worried Ginny.

"Have you ever tried potions to help with that sort of thing? I have heard of sleep remedying potions in one of the books I read." Said Hermione, the every logical being.

"Merlin's saggy undershorts Percy mate! What the ruddy hell was that all about?" Fred and George cried in perfect harmony.

"Give us more information than just a nightmare. That sure as hell was not 'just a nightmare'" Ron shouted above the noise. Of course he is the one to bring up the blunt questions. My head ached. All I really wanted to do was escape, but that wasn't me. I wouldn't ever back down from a challenge. Instead I sighed and gave them the same story I gave Harry and let some of my pain and sorrow show. Just a little or the wizards might get suspicious of just how much I'd been through. Ok technically that isn't true. If I was completely honest with myself, it was because I didn't want to give that pain a foothold or it might have overtaken me. I was afraid that I wasn't strong enough to climb back out of that sea of loss and unbearable memories. I never show just how scarred and broken I am to anyone. The seven must see me as the strong, iron skinned leader. The person who sees even more than the slightest sliver of how damaged I am is Annabeth. Even she only ever sees a glance. I can't be weak, not when she needs me to be strong so much. Who else would understand and be her touchstone? If she sees me the way I feel like being at times like this, like I want to break down and then stay in a dark corner for the rest of eternity, what would she have to keep her from the same brink? No. I have to be strong for them all. With just that little pinhole they all believed my cover story easily. Well, almost all of them did. Ron still watched me with a look of skepticism.

I pretended to ignore him and continue on to join the rest of the Weasleys. I try to escape Mrs. Weasley's motherly worrying, while looking at the looks of sadness I see in all my fellow demigod's eyes.

The rest of the day passed fairly normally. Well, as normal as it can get for a son of Poseidon and his demigod friends trying to learn how to fly a broomstick from a group of wizards. And that is exactly what we did all afternoon. The wizards still gave me odd glances once in a while but mostly they treated me just like any other dude who couldn't, and utterly refused to fly on a broom. The Weasley twins couldn't stop laughing, the Stoll brothers joining in too. I glared at them. How could they make fun of me? They knew full well that Zeus wouldn't stop from killing me because Jason was around. Either way by the end of it even my irritation at the Hermes twins and my worries of the quest alike, fell from my shoulders with every laugh I cast at all the other quest members attempting to fly.

Piper couldn't get her broom to fly, even though she tried every bit of charm speak she could at it. The only affect being every person within hearing distance flapping their arms attempting to achieve liftoff. Leo was so nervous when the broom hovered off the ground, the ground beneath his feet singed. Annabeth glared at her broom, stormy grey eyes flashing with annoyance every time she commanded it to come to her hands and all she got was it rolling back and forth as if it was laughing at her. The funniest of all was Jason Grace's attempt to fly a broomstick. The moment he touched the broom it took off straight into the air, and as Jason tried to pull himself up onto the broom, the thing wouldn't have that because it kept flying higher and higher. The wizards cried out in alarm as Jason became just a speck in the grey British sky.

"What should we do?" Hermione panicked.

"Blimey! I've never seen a broom do that! Have you George?" worried Fred

"Never! How do you 'spose we get him down Fred?"

"I dunno. Cushioning charm maybe?"

"Naw. At that height he'd be dead by the time he even hit the charm."

"Well just thought I'd give ideas. Anything from the brightest witch of her age?"

"You're the seventh years!" cried Hermione. "What about you eight? You haven't been much help, any ideas?" Leo simply grinned.

"Nope. Nothing princess, but don't worry he's just fine. He can handle this himself. Plus he might not want to come down."

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione flabbergasted.

Leo gave the impish smirk that always gave a light to his eyes, "Superman can't fly a silly little broomstick. Ha! Is that too high for you lightning boy?" the last bit he called teasingly into the air.

Jason landed without the broom. "Hardy har har guys, go on laugh it up while you can. This is serious." Jason said.

"Yeah right fly boy you're just mad 'cuz you can't fly." Leo taunted. That was when I saw true upset in Jason's icy blue eyes.

"What is it Jason? What is it? What was up there?" I asked urgently in Greek. All the others, seeing my distress and hearing the ancient language, joined us, Leo's face dropped into a solemn expression.

"Two laistrygonians headed this way." He reported. I cursed. Why do these guys just keep coming back? I turn to Frank.

"Are you sure this won't be too much? You can sit this one out if you want. I wouldn't blame you after your grandmother."

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't leave you guys to deal with the uglies without joining in on the fun. Besides my grandmother would scold me until my ears bled if I did something like that."

I laughed. "Probably true. She wasn't the gentlest woman, was she? Alright let's send these beasties back to tartaurus. But first let's get them out of the way." I nodded at the wizards behind us. We started herding the group of people toward the crooked house, when all of their eyes widened. A crashing noise could be heard behind me. I turned and across the field stood two of the biggest ugliest guys you would ever see, tattoos of valentine hearts and hula women decorating their bulging biceps. The bigger of the two grinned maliciously, and let me tell you; those pearly whites did nothing to help his appearance.

"Perseus Jackson," he snarled "Joe Bob didn't get to finish his dodge ball game." He pulled out a red hot cannon ball. I looked behind me at the cowering wizards, to the giant, to my fellow demigods.

"Aw schist." I charged into battle.

Sooo what did you guys think? Are you upset that I didn't write to you sooner? I know that it isn't much longer, but I hope you like it. It's fall break now so you should be seeing a lot of little old me. I might write every day over the break just let me know you guys are still out there. Just give me your thoughts, opinions, or ideas on where the story should go next. Thanks to all you out there if you didn't give up on me. I love you guys!