last chapter! Enjoy! POV: Luke
Percy, Percy, Percy. Little twerp, thinking I can't see him in the amphitheatre. Bone-headed son of Poseidon. Completely ignorant. Jeez, what was this kid's problem?
I picked up Backbiter and held her in my hands for a few minutes, imagining what it would feel like to slice the blade through Percy's neck.
Honestly, I'm not a bad guy. Annabeth loves me. My mom… Annabeth loves me. But being the body of Kronos changes you. It's like you're not even the same person anymore, like a piece of the Titan is left behind in you.
"Luke."
I looked up at Percy. He was standing instead of crouching in his "brilliant" hiding spot. My expression was blank, the image of his severed head still infecting my mind. "Yes?"
He started down the stairs. "What's going on with you and Annabeth?"
"Oh, that." I rubbed a blotch of dirt off of the flat side of my weapon. "What about it?"
"What's going on?"
"Nothing." I swapped the image of a decapitated Percy with the feeling of Annabeth's lips on mine. "Nothing that you need to worry your watered-down brain about."
Oh, that made him mad. He flashed his furious green eyes at me, but I only caught the effect from his reflection in Backbiter. I didn't dare keep looking at him. It would give off the impression that I actually cared how this little encounter would turn out.
There was a flash of light across my blade and I stole a glance up at him. He had Riptide out, threatening my pointlessly.
"Wow, you're scary, kid," I said sarcastically and returned to polishing my weapon.
"Let her go. She isn't yours."
"Oh, isn't she?"
"When was the last time she ever said 'I love you?'"
"A few minutes ago, actually, before we were rudely interrupted."
Someone lit a fire under this kid's feet. He charged at me, blade swinging around menacingly, but like a child would. With one swipe, I knocked his weapon away with a bloody gash across his knuckles.
"Just give up, Percy." I walked past him, giving him a nice whack in the back with the butt of my sword, and ran to find Annabeth.
"She'll be back soon," one of her cabin-mates said as I was running towards the steps of the Athena cabin. "Don't touch anything."
I went in the cabin and stood in awe of all the blueprints and books and scientific… stuff everywhere. There were war strategy plans and scrolls and mortal tools. The whole cabin just said "nerd" to me, but I tried to keep the thought out of my mind, just in case Athena could read minds.
A small, pink notebook was lying on Annabeth's bed. I, being the son of the most mischievous god, decided to take a "peek" in it. And by "peek," I mean read it all.
I'm torn. I love Percy, and I love Luke. I don't know what to do. Both are a huge part of my life, and I really don't want to let go of either of them, but I have to choose one. Why does being me have to be so difficult?
Luke is… so… sweet. He just walks up to me and says the sweetest stuff and then sweeps me off my feet. But then again, Percy does the same thing.
And then Percy… he's perfect. He's a son of the Big Three, can control water, and can do pretty much anything. I mean, he stopped Kronos. That's gotta count for something.
I have to choose between the two men that I love the most. I love Luke, but I might love Percy more. Why is this so hard?
I stole a glance out the cabin window and saw Percy across the opening in his cabin. It looked like he was packing up a suitcase. Why would he- oh, no.
I flipped through the last written pages in Annabeth's diary and then ran outside, but Percy wasn't in the Poseidon cabin anymore. I looked around. Nothing. No sign of him at all.
Wait… wasn't this good? Percy was leaving. Maybe for good. I could have Annabeth to myself.
"Hope you two grow up happy together." Percy pushed past me and started running towards the gates.
The thought of making a life with Annabeth outside of camp thrilled me.
I love Luke, but I might love Percy more.
"Percy!"
I couldn't let Annabeth get heartbroken. Not this young. She was barely sixteen, not even, but I'm not sure. She wasn't old enough to get her heart shattered, yet.
"Percy!" I yelled again. "Where are you going?"
"Away from here! Away from you!" He paused. "And away from Annabeth!"
"No!" I reached the gates and stared after him, outside of the protection line. "Percy, she loves you."
He stopped a few yards away. "Then why is she with you?"
"I don't know. She's a girl, after all."
I saw his shoulders twitch, him chuckling a bit. "She can be a bit moody."
"Come back. I don't want to hurt her and say that it was my fault that you left."
"It kind of is your fault, Luke."
"I don't want to have to take the blame for anything, though."
He turned. "Will you let her go?"
I couldn't believe that he was asking me this. "Let… let her go?"
"Stop loving her like more than a sister."
This kid was crazy. There was no way that I was letting Annabeth go. "Fine."
He picked up his suitcase, started walking back, but stopped right before he got inside the boundaries. He held out his hand. "Shake on it."
I put out my hand, crossing the first two fingers on my other hand where he couldn't see them behind a pole, and shook his. "She's gone."
Percy came back in the camp.
"How about you stay here for a while? Make Annabeth happy?"
"Okay."
I walked away from him, rubbing my hands together. I wasn't going to stop loving her. No chance of that ever. But we could always meet in secret...
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