Sorry for the late update, life's been very stressful. Anyway, guess what! In one week I'll be free so hopefully that means more frequent updates! (PS I'm not quitting the story, I just had a lot to do these past weeks. I was busy.)
Percy and Hestia stayed silent. None of them spoke, but they knew Hestia would be leaving soon. Despite their constant attempts, Hestia was not getting better. She was not getting worse, but she was not progressing.
Percy sighed as he sat up on his cot, Hestia having been escorted to the throne room to say her goodbyes just in case. Barely managing to support his own weight, he stood up to limp over to the door, expecting someone to be keeping guard.
He gave the wooden door a small knock. "Hello?" He leaned his forehead on it. "Anyone there? If there is please I need something to eat."
A few minutes later a platter of meat with rice and beans appeared. Sighing, he ate half of his portions, pushing the rest aside.
One week, one week they had been here in Olympus and after he tried running away four times, he gave up. He settled for simply just… existing.
He no longer did anything to make his mark on the world, so to him, he was just existing—taking up an empty bit of space. He didn't cut meat for people to eat, kill monsters to keep people safe, pick up garbage so the earth can be clean, he didn't even die to be able to have another human being or demigod be born.
Well, he wouldn't die even if he tried.
He couldn't.
He groaned in frustration, slapping his hands over his face. He couldn't even effing die. What in the name of the gods could he do right? Hestia had tried desperately to drive those thoughts away, and it works, but only for while he is in her presence. All efforts be damned when they're not in the same room, he would take advantage and mope and cry and fantasize about death as much as possible. Don't even discuss the Fates in Percy's presence, he would scoff and curse them to Hades. Poseidon and Thalia both worried for Percy, being the only ones aware of just how depressed the young man had become. Apollo and Hermes tried to take him to have fun, killing monsters and attending parties. The former causing him to curl up into a ball and beg an imaginary Annabeth for forgiveness as a whip that was never there met with his clothed skin.
Sighing, Percy took a glance at the clock. It was nearly time for Hestia and Percy's routinely outing.
Turns out the gods love to play matchmaker. Too bad Hestia was this centuries' pawn.
Percy dressed into some regular jeans and a graphic tee shirt, both articles of clothing seemingly loose and casual wear. Moments later Hestia walked in, and they both sighed as they tried to please the Olympians and headed for Central Park.
Okay, sorry for the shortness but this chapter is just to help kick start me back into the story. Thanks for sticking with me guys!