Previously on Over What's Left:

"Any last words?"

"Just one." Percy grinned. "Venatrix."

Malcolm's eyes widened and he took a step back just as exactly twenty silver arrows flew into the air. Ten of them pierced the group around Malcolm and formed a net, the other ten doing the same thing to Clarisse.

"Hunters! Move in!" A raspy feminine teenage voice commanded. 20 girls clad in camo shirts and cargo pants lept from their hiding places over the street and pooled around Percy. One of those girls, Percy recognised, wasn't clad in silver and grey like the others. Rather, she was in gold and pastel pink.

"You thought you'd have all the fun?" The girl in gold crossed her arms. "How dare you."

"Matraba," Percy stood up. "I thought you weren't going to show."

"The hunters of Artemis always show up when you need us." She stated boldly, placing her bow over her shoulder. A girl with a silver crown scuffed.

"You doubt me, little cuz." Thalia Grace rolled her eyes. "I want my jacket back."

Percy held his arm. "I would, but… there is a conflict called 'I'm tired and broke my arm'."

Matraba walked over. "I can fix that."

She grabbed Thalia's jacket and tossed it to her.

"Seriously, Drew." Percy hissed. The daughter of aphrodite smiled brightly.

"Yep."


Chapter Bonus: Castles Crumble, Kingdoms Fall and Turn Into Sand

Song - How Did You Love by Shinedown


Three Years Ago: November 28th, 2014


The crash was closer than Percy thought it was.

His shoes hit the pavement, making a harsh smacking sound. His jacket flew off his shoulders and into the street as he took a turn down a street.

He could only pray she wasn't there before he was.

Someone let out a scream - high pitch, sharp and scared. Percy skid to a stop, wildly looking around.

A mix of a million languages fumbled his thought process - he was at an evacuation zone, a camp for the millions of demigods trying to funnel to Rome before She got to them.

He caught a glimpse of a pretty pink scarf fluttering to the ground and his stomach did a slow roll.

He had two choices - a demigod over his enemy.

Percy didn't hesitate.

He sprinted after the girl, sending out a desperate prayer.

'Please let someone get to Olive before she gets out.'


The area was vacant, a stray newspaper fluttering through the wind.

"You're too predictable."

Percy whipped around on the ball of his feet, staring up at the silhouette behind him.

"Jason, let her go."

The girl was no older than maybe 15, and her wide brown eyes already seemed to know that this was a villain holding her.

Percy knew her, he can't forget the girl with the bright pink hijab. She gave him her favourite scarf 'for good luck' a few weeks ago, she was supposed to leave for NR a few hours ago.

"Still very predictable." Jason tilted his head, his knife digging a little deeper into the girl's skin. "What makes you think you can command me?"

Percy could hear his blood pressure rising. He wasn't quite use to that new 'ability', per se, but he was sure it could come in handy later on… if he could figure out how to turn it off.

"Jason, she's just a child."

"She's the same age that both of us were when we walked into war, she's not too young."

Percy's hand slipped into his back pocket. He promised himself he wouldn't use it until absolutely necessary, he didn't know what it'll do. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Ayana.

Percy shook his head. "We both were too young, and we had no choice. But we have a choice now, leave her alone."

Jason tsked. "I won't do that, because I don't care."

Percy's reflexes got the best of him and there was a blur of metal.

It stopped 2 feet from Jason's face, hovering in a pocket of air. Jason raised an eyebrow, his knife pointing at the object.

"A rod? What did you think would happen, it'd hit me?"

Percy saw nothing but a blinking blue light.

"No, I was hoping you stopped it." He offered a smile.

Jason's face fell from a smile and the rod exploded in a pale blue, the magical ice hitting Acrophobia's chest and sending his flying back into the cement brick wall. Percy rolled over and grabbed Ayana by her dress, pushing her towards the alley entrance. She took of running, luckily.

Jason recovered far too fast for Percy's taste, leaping up 50, 100, 150 feet into the air.

"Shit." Percy grumbled, pushing off the wall and breaking into a sprint back into the outside.

"Shit shit shit-"

Jason landed nearly on top of him, dragging him to the ground by his button up.

Percy didn't escape the first punch, but the second one was too late. He grabbed Jason by his arm, pulling down violently. Someone let out a cry in alert, noticing Percy. Jason toppled from the sudden jerking flipping his centre of balance.

A punch, a block, a twist, a leg wrapping around Percy's neck, a finger shoving itself into the tender skin right above a pressure point.

Jason rolled back and, by the unluck of the Fates, caught hold of Ayana again.

"I'm taking her Jackson, You can't get away from that."

Percy staggered up, aware that he was bleeding from his mouth and nose. All around him were biege headwraps of all kinds - burkas, hijabs, and everything in between.

Demigods and legacies of all kinds, who wanted nothing more than for this to be over.

Something pink flashed in his vision - a pink scarf on top of a building.

"Fine." Percy coughed. "Maybe I can't."

The crowd was painfully silent, it was crushing him.

Jason went to say something, but Percy spit out some blood.

"Sometimes a hero needs to know when to let a hunter take the lead."

The blond's eyes widened, and immediately 30 girls in silver niqabs dropped down from the buildings.

Jason glared at Percy, before shaking his head.

"The hero dies in the end."

Ayana screamed, and Jason's feet left the ground with hers.

"Oh hell no."

Percy got a running start, leaping up to try and catch Jason.

'Let me help'

Percy's feet landed on a pad of gel, his world turning vertical.

Looking back on it, his stomach stayed three layers above him, Nekhbet hadn't helped him prior to that moment. Percy's mind was in one gear - save Ayana.

With each sprinting stride, he went the equivalent of 5. Jason was fast in the wind; Percy was faster in the Du'at.

His hands reached Jason's legs through 3 layers of reality, and he pulled down.

The force was enough to do three things: Jason stopped, Percy pulled himself out of the layer, and Ayana fell.

That was the 5th curse Percy mumbled that day, in the span of 5 minutes, and this time it wasn't even in english.

'The girl,' Nekhbet hissed. 'She can't die'

Percy let himself fall from Jason. He didn't want to, Jason was a killer and didn't need to get away. The girl came first, and he couldn't let her die.

She was Pysche's only mortal kid, she had to live.

The air was cold and stung his eyes, the world spiralling around him.

His hands grabbed a fistfull of dress.

Ayana was screaming, the world flipping and twirling, the air whistling around them.

Percy couldn't remember enough Arabic to tell what she was screaming about, but he knew enough to tell her one simple command: Hudu'. Calm.

'500 feet, Percy you need me to take over.'

'No, she's already overwhelmed.'

He pulled Ayana close. The random jumble of words turning into a single word that Percy couldn't understand.

'250 feet, you're going to die if you do-'

'Nekhbet not helping.'

The word clearer - a name? Something that starts with an L, or maybe an A.

'75 feet, Percy-'

He twisted mid air, pointing Ayana upwards and his back to the ground.

'30 feet'

"Alssabie"

His back hit mesh and he blacked out.


When he woke up, he was on the ground, surrounded by a glittery silver blanket. Emergency shock absorbent blanket, he recognised. A crowd had formed behind him, whispers and murmurs around him.

"Alssabie."

Percy looked up at the girl at his feet. Ayana's pink hijab had been restored, most likely by the Hunter next to her, and she was watching Percy with an intense look.

"Uh… what?"

He coughed a little, trying to sit up. Someone gently nudged him back down.

"Alssabie." Ayana insisted. The crowd around Percy died down in conversation."

"Al...ssabie." Someone else whispered.

"Alssabie."

"Alssabie!"

Soon, everyone around Percy was chanting the name.

Ayana smiled.

"Alssabie. Seventh One." Someone translated.

"The Seventh demigod. السابع"

Percy's chest tightened.

"I…"

His world filled with dots and he laid his head back down.

"Alssabie." He whispered.

When he was up and walking again, later that day, he watched as Ayana waved him goodbye.

"You make quite the impression."

Percy turned and saw a familiar face.

"Drew? I thought you were in Japan with your dad."

Drew offered a soft smile. "I told him I couldn't. He handled me being a demigod pretty well, but he needed to understand that this war… there is no time for vacation, not even for the sweetest voice."

Percy nodded, turning back to the retreating plane. "Off to Olympus, where she'd live a better life."

Drew hummed. "I pray to my mom she does. She's very confused about Olympus, she's got no idea about our gods."

Percy sighed softly. "She's brilliant, maybe when this passes she can go back to her regular life. But we need to make sure none of the peaceful gods and goddesses lose their children. No more than they have."

Drew stayed silent for a minute.

"Percy… can I ask you something?" She whispered. Percy looked at her.

"Drew, you're my best friend. Of course you can."

"Not as best as Grover."

"... Grover's my best satyr, you're my best demigod."

She laughed a little, looking at her nails.

"Mom's reached out to me about… she wants her children to join the hunt."

Percy paused for a moment.

"Aphie…"

Drew nodded. "Me, Lacy, Cleo, all of us. Even her sons. She wants us to join the hunt."

Percy blinked.

"Will Artemis allowed that?"

"I talked to Thalia," Drew fumbled her fingers together. "Cabin 10 has the most surviving campers, and the largest demigod population. Artemis said that if we all do join, we can increase our coverage by a tenfold. But… they're…"

"They're waiting for you?" Percy asked softly. Drew nodded.

"I don't know Percy, being a Hunter… working with them…"

Percy took her hands.

"Drew, you're the sharpest, strongest, and smartest of all of us. You were the one who saved those campers lives with your voice in that fire, not me. Whatever you decide, I stand behind you."

Drew hummed a little.

"Artemis said we can leave when this ends."

"So what are you waiting for?"

She looked at him.

"Silena would have wanted it." She sniffed. "I miss her."

She pulled her hands away from Percy's.

"I'll see you from the silver."

She ran off.


00:30 August 19th, 2017


Out of all the people in the room, the first one to throw themselves onto Percy was a ball of pink.

He went down in a yelp, black hair slapping him from all angles.

"PERCY!"

Drew pulled him close, her silver aura engulfing his new soft green one.

"Hey Drew…" He gasped. "Pain-"

"Shit."

She snapped up, slipping off of him. He watched her with a tinkle in his eye.

"You bitch." She punched him in the arm. "I hate you."

"You love me." He sat up. The crowd of gods around him milled about, glanced at him with a mix of curiosity and mock boredom.

"So… god. How does it feel?"

Percy thought for a moment, before shrugging. "It's different… like a dream."

"Patron of Olympus sounds like a pleasant dream." She commented, before standing up.

"Can we talk outside?"

Percy blinked, before nodding. He got up carefully and followed her outside.

He could see the crowds below, in Manhattan. People broke out the streamers and firecrackers - the war was over, Percy was their hero.

"They'll never forget you. There are already authors who want to document your story." Drew mused. Percy put his hands on the gold ledge of the balcony, studying the glowing tattoos he seemed to development.

"I'm staying with the hunt."

Percy glanced at his best friend in pink.

"You are?"

Drew hummed. "Artemis… she let my sisters and brothers go. They're out in the streets now, free. But… I like the hunt. And… maybe a certain Hunter."

Percy's lips twitched a little. Drew noticed.

"Hey, don't mock me."

"I'm not mocking."

"Yes you are you liar."

"No I'm no, Songbird."

Drew scuffed. "It's Matraba, you dork."

Percy chuckled. "Ayana really liked naming you."

Drew smiled. "Speaking of Ayana, she's going back to Tel Aviv this week. She's excited to get back home, we've already talked to her parents."

Percy let his stone mask crumble and he smiled, a true smile. His face hurt from the facial change.

"That's amazing."

"You did that." Drew whispered. "You saved the world… what's left of it."

Percy held his hand out and felt a cup materialise for him. The gold was warm against his hand, the nectar glittering in the pale moonlight.

"Here's to a brighter future for mortals, demigods, and gods alike." Percy toasted to the wind. "And to Drew's newest crush."

"Shut up Jackson."