AN: Hi! So many reviews for one chapter! :) So i've updated as fast as i can - there are sooo many line breaks in this.
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"There it is!" Luke yelled excitedly, standing up in his saddle. He pointed euphorically at a small peaceful village that was settled in the middle of a valley.
Thalia forced a smile for him, but she didn't meet his eyes when he turned to look at her. It had occurred to her that this may be the last time she saw him.
"You'll visit, won't you?" Luke asked, a beam stretched across his face. His blue eyes shone with happiness.
"Of course," though she wondered if she was ever going to find this remote village in the middle of nowhere again.
"Come on! I'll show you around, it hasn't changed at all – look! That's my house, over there – can you see it? The one next to the tavern."
"Oh, right...yeah," Thalia tried to say enthusiastically.
Luke didn't pick up on her mood and galloped away from her, through the entrance of the village. She quickly followed him, past the open wooden gates and into the bustling market place.
A few people stopped walking around and stared at them, particularly Luke.
A ginger haired boy ran up to him, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Luke! Is that really you? What the hell have you been doing? It's been ten years!"
Luke slid off the saddle and grinned widely at his friend. "Nice to see you too, Rohan."
Thalia jumped off her horse next to them, leaning casually on one leg, her expression was bored.
"This is no joke, Luke. The whole village thinks that you are dead! Your mother has taken it the worst," Rohan shook his head with annoyance. "Where have you been? You have no idea how much panic you have caused."
Luke raised his hands in defence. "Look, it wasn't my choice! I'll explain everything to you later."
"You better have a good reason," Rohan growled, staring murderously at Luke. "No sane person would leave the village on their own for ten years."
"I am sane!"
"That can be debated," Thalia muttered under her breath.
Rohan turned to look at her, as if only just noticing her for the first time. Well didn't she feel special.
"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously, sizing her up. He looked down at her with a sceptical expression.
Luke stepped in before she could say anything. "This is Thalia – she's a really good friend."
Rohan's eyebrow rose, his upper lip curled slightly. "Good friend, eh? What about your dear Madeline? The one you left for ten years."
"It's not like that," Luke protested. "We're only friends!"
Thalia mentally gagged at even the thought of being something more. She would never get the image of him as a goblin out of her mind.
"Sure, sure, and I kiss my friends all the time," Rohan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Be careful when you meet your mother again, I wouldn't like to be you right now."
"What do you mean?" Luke said curiously.
Rohan smiled mischievously, that made Thalia instantly dislike him. "Why don't you go and find out?"
"Ok then...bye..." Luke looked at him warily and then gripped his horses' reins and started walking down the wide dusty street.
Thalia trailed after him, taking in the views of the scenic village. The landscape was breathtakingly stunning, the hills that surrounded the village were dotted with dark green trees and thick heather. Children played happily through the streets and danced to the light beat of a drummer.
"This way," Luke said, guiding his horse to a flower coated house, which was built out of wood and stone. "This is my home."
"It's beautiful," Thalia told him encouragingly.
"Thanks..." though his voice sounded small and his eyes were suddenly glazed.
He knocked twice on the door and waited, fidgeting with the hem of his tunic.
"My boy, my boy has come home!" someone was singing merrily behind the door, even though the person hadn't even seen who they were.
Luke tensed, almost as if he expected a monster to rip open the door and chew him to pieces. Not a pleasant thought...
The door was suddenly flung open, revealing a pretty blond haired woman that smiled sort of dementedly at them. Her mouth widened so far, Thalia thought the skin would break.
"Hermes!" she called back inside the house. "I told you he would come home, I told you!"
"Mother?" Luke said, uncertainly.
"Luke! My darling boy!" she engulfed him in a hug and kissed him on his cheek. "And who is this pretty little girl? Another girlfriend?"
Thalia stiffened, she loathed it when people called her little. "No, I'm just his friend," she told her politely.
"Of course! Come in both of you! I told him you would come back! I told him – see? I proved him wrong, he said that you would never come back – everyone said you were dead. But you're not!" she giggled hysterically, throwing her arm around Luke's shoulders.
Thalia frowned at them both as she shut the door behind them. Luke turned his head around, a look of doubt etched across his face.
"Help me," he mouthed silently.
Thalia smirked at him and stuffed her hands in her pockets.
"Sit down, sit down," Luke's mother gestured to the dusty seats in the living room, they looked like they hadn't been cleaned for at least five years. Even though a fire burned in the hearth, the room was unnaturally dark and cobwebs glistened in the window pane.
"See Hermes? I told you he would come back," she said excitedly.
Thalia shifted awkwardly on her chair. "Umm...who are you talking too?"
"Hermes! Luke's father," she replied, her eyes shining. Though there was no one else in the room, except for them. "Do you want cookies? Or brussel sprouts? I still have my garden full of them, just for you Luke...yes...Luke always loved brussel sprouts," her eyes went distant and she momentarily stopped speaking.
"Mother?" Luke looked downright terrified. "Are you ok?"
Her eyes suddenly flashed a blinding green. She jolted out of her chair, her eyes focused on her son.
"Beware! Beware of the twists of fate! Our days are limited in this world...beware! Evil threatens to corrupt – you must stop it! Beware!"
Luke screamed and fell out of his chair, banging his head on the floorboards. He backed away from his mother, his eyes wide with horror and fright.
All at once, her eyes returned to normal, she slowly sat back down in her seat.
"Where was I? Oh...Luke, what are you doing on the floor? Shall I get the cookies?"
Thalia nodded slowly, looking at her like she was a crazy person...which she was.
"I'll just go and get them," Luke's mother got up and hobbled out of the room.
Thalia stared down at Luke who was trembling on the floor, his eyes were glassy.
"Luke?"
No reply.
"Luke? Are you ok?"
Luke finally met her eyes, he hugged a cushion in his hands.
"She's gone mad," he whispered. "It's all my fault."
"No, of course it isn't," Thalia scolded him, helping him up off the floor. "You didn't have a choice in any of this."
"She's mad," Luke repeated, his voice quiet and broken.
Thalia sighed and gripped his hand reassuringly. She could tell just how damaged Luke had become after seeing his own Mother act like this.
"What am I going to do?" Luke asked hopelessly. "She's mad."
"Stay with her," Thalia said. "She'll get better...maybe you can help her remember who she really is."
"Let go of me!" Annabeth yelled over the roar of the crowd. "Get your hands off me."
"You can't go down there," her bodyguard told her roughly.
Annabeth threw a punch in her frustration, it was enough time to run away from him out of the royal box. The sane part of her mind was screaming at her to go back, but she drowned the thoughts out.
"Percy!" she screamed, trying to shout over the spectators.
"Get out the arena!" the medics tried to tell her as they rushed over to the two unmoving bodies.
"Annabeth! Get back here right now!" her father bellowed down at her, standing up in the royal box.
She ignored him and rushed down into the middle of the arena, not caring that the crowd was shouting and mocking her as she went on.
Why did she even bother? Percy was only wounded...it's not like he was dying. But something in her gut told her differently, she panicked as she ran over to him – would she make it in time?
She dropped down on her knees next to him, gripping his hand.
"Percy!" She gazed wildly at the servants that were coming to carry him off. "Hurry up!"
Percy's face was deathly pale, the pulse in his wrist was slowing down. Fear overloaded her senses, making her feel dizzy. No! He couldn't be dying, Elves couldn't die by sword wounds. But his pulse was definitely getting slower.
"Hurry up!" she urged the servants, who were now running over to them.
The crowd was cheering and booing at the same time, though they were not sure what to make of all of this.
"You shouldn't be here," they told her urgently.
"I don't care," she literally screamed at them. "Until you get him off the arena, I'm staying right where I am."
The servants nodded hurriedly and picked Percy up carrying him out of the arena. Annabeth watched in irritation, they were walking to slow.
She hurried after them, hoping that he would be alright. Her foot suddenly tripped over something metallic on the blood splattered ground.
Something gold caught her eye on the floor, she leant down and picked it up. It was a compass shaped object with a chain for hanging around someone's neck. Without thinking of the consequences, she absentmindedly put it over her head.
"So you're saying that you got kidnapped, turned into a goblin, got rescued by this girl and went to Atlantia to change back to an elf? And then somehow you found and rescued a mermaid."
"Uh...yeah..."
Thalia rolled her eyes. "Yes, is that too hard to understand?"
Rohan stared at them both disbelievingly. "You believe what he just said?"
"Duh, I was with him," Thalia scowled at him. His attitude annoyed her, she didn't even know how Luke had made such an irritating friend.
"You're both crazy," Rohan said finally. He glared at Luke piercingly. "I bet you just went off and spent the last ten years enjoying yourself in rich cities, leaving your mother alone by herself."
"Shut up, you retard," Thalia hissed. "All that Luke has said is the truth and if you can't believe that for you own selfish reasons, you're dumber than you look."
"But it's stupid! How do you expect me to believe that? It's crazy!"
Luke's eyes flashed. "You don't have to believe me, just trust me, I wouldn't lie to you."
Rohan snorted. "Right...I'll just leave you to your fantasies, my trust for you left with you when you went away for ten years."
"I'm telling you the truth," Luke pleaded, his eyes opening wide. Thalia squeezed his hand.
"It's not worth it, some people are just too stubborn for their own good."
Rohan sneered at her, shadows casting an evil light to his face.
"Let's go," Thalia urged, bored with all the sitting down and talking to infuriating people.
Luke hesitated.
"Listen to your girlfriend," Rohan spat. "I don't want you and your lies back in my house again."
Luke abruptly got up and kicked the chair over, for good measure. He took Thalia's hand and they hurried out into the afternoon sun.
In front of them were a couple that were graphically snogging outside a baker's store, they mouths seemed to be eating each other's faces off. That. Is. Disgusting.
There is no way that Thalia would ever dream of doing that, wouldn't it be really unhygienic to kiss someone? What if they left saliva on your lips...ewww. Thalia cringed at the thought.
She turned over to Luke to say her final goodbye, but his gaze wasn't on her. Strangely, he was staring wide eyed at the couple ahead.
"Enjoying yourself?" Thalia asked irritably.
"Madeline..."
"Huh?"
Luke blinked back what looked like tears.
"Luke? What's going on?"
He hung his head, muttering things over and over. "...forgot...knew it...she...never should've...forgot..."
"Luke," Thalia said in a softer voice. "It's ok."
Her gaze flitted back to the couple in front of them. They hadn't even noticed them...
"Luke, I have to go back to Athane," she said gently, her heart breaking at the thought of leaving him.
All at once, Luke broke his trance. A sudden spark lit up in his eyes...she noticed one dominant emotion...desperation.
"You're going? So soon?" he sounded shocked.
Thalia nodded, feeling guilty. "I have to get there before it gets dark, my father will be wondering where I am."
Luke bit his lip slightly, he looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't.
"I'll miss you so much," Thalia added, hugging him.
"Me too."
They broke apart and Thalia climbed back onto her horse, picking up her bag of supplies with her.
"Thalia...I-I..." he trailed off.
"Yes?" she said curiously.
Luke lowered his gaze to the floor. "I just wanted to say..."
"Yes?"
He looked back up at her nervously. "It doesn't matter."
"You sure?"
Luke fidgeted on the spot, not meeting her eyes.
"Yeah," he finally said. "I'll miss you, Thalia."
The pounding in his head woke him up, his head was rested on a feather pillow...an experience that felt alien to him.
His chest burned underneath all the white bandages...red liquid was soaking into the fabric. Why wasn't he dead? The thought came to him instantly. He should be dead, he was supposed to be dead. After all, he was a monster...and monsters need to be killed.
"Percy," a soft voice floated into his ears. He tried moving his head, but it hurt at even the slightest movement.
He realised that nothing in his body could move at all, like he was completely paralysed.
"You're alive," a familiar face hovered over his, a cascade of blonde curls hung down upon him. Annabeth..It must be. There were tear marks on her usually flawless features, like she had been crying for many hours.
"Annabeth," he croaked hoarsely.
Why wasn't he dead? Why didn't Triton kill him properly, just like he wanted to.
"You almost died," Annabeth said, almost crying. "Your pulse was going down...it was stopping Percy, stopping."
"How am I alive?" he managed to say.
Annabeth smiled at him tearfully, though he didn't know why she would cry for him. It's not like they were the best of friends.
"The physician managed to give you a potion to stop you from dying – it's was so terrifying, elves aren't supposed to die from sword wounds," her lips trembled from the fear.
Maybe I'm not fully elf, Percy wanted to tell her. But he couldn't bring himself to say it, he would lose her trust immediately. There was no way she would want to have anything to do with him after he told her everything.
"I guess I'm just special."
"Percy, I'm serious. You were dying."
He didn't reply. He couldn't tell her the truth, it would only hurt her.
"Percy...if there's anything you need to tell me, just say it," Annabeth pleaded.
"When will I be fully recovered?" Percy said changing the subject.
Annabeth sighed at the lack of information. "Elves usually heal fast, so maybe a day?"
I heal faster than elves, though. Percy thought bitterly, wishing now that he had just died so he wouldn't have to keep this secret from so many people.
"Good, then I can get out of here."
He wanted to get away...from all of this. He would go back to Rachel and then stay out of everyone's lives.
"Percy...about the...kiss..." Annabeth shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry," Percy blurted out. "I didn't mean it at all. It was all a mistake."
Annabeth suddenly stood up from her seat next to his bed. "Right, ok. I'm sorry as well."
Without saying anything more, she got up and left him. Percy wondered what had made her so upset...was it something he had said?
He mentally groaned. This wasn't what he had originally come for when he signed up for the Mellay...and he didn't like it one bit.
The dead frogs lay in front of her on the chopping board, all in height order. There insides and entrails were currently boiling away in a cauldron.
Rachel wondered whether the frog skin would make a nice decoration for her walls, it was a hard decision. She took her scalpel and slickly the each frog in half and laid them neatly in front of her. Hmmm...No, they would definitely ruin her precious walls.
Somehow, she could make a stew with them, Percy might like them. He always loved her stews. Rachel considered...Percy had visited her in a while, but he would need to since he had to collect more potions to stay completely elf. If he didn't drink the potion...
Rachel's lips quirked up in a smile. One less mouth to feed... of course he wouldn't die. He would just stop moving completely...like a coma – that's what humans sometimes get.
Yes...Humans...they seemed to be good to experiment on. They all were weak compared to elves, even the strong ones. It amused her in a way; maybe she should go down to the nearest village and search for some live specimens.
Bang, bang, bang!
Rachel turned slowly around to face the wooden door. Was that Percy? Or was it just another victim that had turned up at her door at such an untimely hour?
She sighed in exasperation; she wasn't ready to do any experimenting yet. All of her equipment needed a good clean and there was a lot of it.
Bang!
"Rachel!"
Rachel froze. She recognised that voice all too well...
What on earth was she doing here? Hadn't she died? Great...another hungry mouth to feed.
"Rachel! Let me in!"
She opened the door slowly, unemotionally.
A crying girl stumbled in; she was wearing her usual light dress that swished around her ankles in the evening wind.
"Rachel," she whispered, clinging onto her as if she were a life saver. Tears soaked into her simple brown dress.
"There, there," Rachel soothed, patting her back.
"I was so wrong..." she cried into her shoulder.
"Come inside," Rachel said comfortingly, shutting the door gently.
"I should've listened to you, Rachel..." she said curling up in a chair, hugging her knees.
Rachel shook her head vaguely. "You followed your heart, there's nothing wrong in that. At least you're back now...I've thought you were dead the last sixteen years."
The girl shot her head up in shock. "It's been sixteen years?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," Rachel confided gently. "But what about Calypso? Is she alive as well?"
The girl shook her head miserably. "The king of Athane killed her...she hadn't done anything wrong, he saw her diving into the ocean and when she came out again..." she trailed off; tears started forming in her eyes.
"I understand," Rachel watched her cry with a strange feeling of pity...an emotion she rarely encountered.
"It feels like yesterday when it all began...he took everything from me. My life...my friends...my child..."
"He's alive," Rachel said, though she wasn't sure if this was the best time to tell her.
"He's alive?" she said, a new gleam lit up her eyes. "Where is he? Can I see him?" she sounded so desperate.
"He's has been competing in a tournament in Athane...he hasn't been back here for over a week."
"Is he all right? He's really alive," she gave Rachel a teary smile, though her expression held a certain sadness to it.
"Whether he's alive now...I'm not sure. I probably should've warned him that Elfish blades are deadly to him..."
"What! He could be dead," she said panicking, getting up from her seat, forgetting her past troubles.
"He won't be. He's the best fighter the world has ever known."
"But even the greatest warriors can fall," the girl motioned to go out of the door.
"Remember to disguise yourself like I taught you before," Rachel instructed. She got up and gave her a small bottle of a glowing liquid. "Just like the old times."
She smiled back at her, and took the bottle from Rachel's hands.
"Thanks for everything Rachel."
Rachel nodded in response, silently trying to figure out where to go from now.
The girl opened the door and waved back at Rachel, a new sense of hope entering her eyes.
The wooden door shut with a slight bang, leaving Rachel alone with her cauldron of frog intestines. A feeling a dread filled her as she watched the mermaid out of the window. Danger was on its way...something dangerous...bad omens for the times ahead.
She shook her head; for once the future was unclear to her. Maybe the past had muddled her mind, or she hadn't been practicing soothsaying much.
Chills crept into her heart...the days suddenly seemed limited, though she wasn't sure why.
"Hey Leo," the black haired girl entered his room, her eyes were unusually dull. "How are you going?"
"I'm fine..." Leo mumbled, but his mind was on other things. Something familiar was nagging at the back of his mind...something was coming, he was sure of it.
He looked back up at the girl, her aura looked sort of marked...as if touched by a supernatural being.
"Omens," he said, though he wasn't sure if he was saying it out loud or in his head. "Omens...I hate them..."
"Uh...Leo?"
"Yes?"
Thalia stared at him with those piercing blue eyes, that kind of creeped him out. She seemed to be in a low mood today...not her usual infuriated mood...but a sad sort of mood.
"You don't seem happy today," he said, resting his head back on the pillow, staring up at the dark timbers on the ceiling.
Thalia looked down. "Said goodbye to Luke today...bad things are happening down where he is. His mother went a bit crazy from all the years he was away..."
It was Leo's fault and he knew it. But then, everyone has a story...a past. Even him.
"The past, Thalia," he told her, though he didn't care if she didn't listen. "Twisted fates that cannot be undone..."
"What are you talking about?" at least, that's what Leo thought she said.
"The past of the kingdom..."
"What about your past?"
Leo didn't respond.
"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that," she said almost too quickly.
Leo chuckled, even though he didn't feel particularly happy. "My past...nothing special about my past..."
"Tell me," Thalia said gently, in a voice that made him feel safe. She had the same voice as – as...
"Calypso...she was called Calypso, I remember now," Leo said, but he was mainly talking to himself. "She was my friend...maybe more...but she died. She's dead. I saw it."
The girl didn't reply, but Leo didn't mind. It felt like a relief to say that to her. A great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he smiled a small smile.
The seconds ticked on...one...two...three...
"Is there any way I can cure your mind?" Thalia asked quietly, almost as if she were scared of what he might say.
But that wasn't Leo's intention; he never did want to make people scared of him. He tried to remember the time when he was sane...normal. Just like everyone else.
"Just like everyone else..." Leo muttered. He wished that he could be normal again. But he couldn't...not now. Not ever. "You can't help me."
"Why not?" the girl seemed to be getting irritated, it made him feel slightly ashamed. "Don't you want to be cured? Don't you want to at least try?"
There was no way she could help him...there was no way that she could make him better. He didn't want to be better...even if he did; he'd just go back to how he was.
"It wouldn't work..."
"There must be a way," the girl stared down at him, her eyes were pleading.
Her face suddenly seemed to shift into a more recognisable one...caramel hair, a more slender looking face...she was suddenly smiling at him, and she was leaning in ever so slightly.
"No!" he scooted back from her, not wanting to see any more illusions.
"Leo? Are you ok," her face momentarily changed back to Thalia's.
"No more...no more..." he trembled, hiding his face from her.
"Leo," it was her voice again, in that sweet sing song voice...
"Calypso?" he asked, not wanting to see if she was actually there. He didn't want to be disappointed, just like all those other times.
"No Leo, I'm Thalia," but it still sounded like her voice...both their voices were the same.
"Bring her back," he told her, ignoring what she had just said. Somehow, he felt closer to sanity. "Bring her back...raise her from the dead. Otherwise, you might as well kill me."
"But I- I can't. It's not possible to bring the dead back to life."
Leo shook his head, she must be lying.
"The Anima Pendant, it can bring back the dead. It can't bring back elves...only other creatures and beings."
"So Calypso isn't an elf?" why was she speaking so quietly? He didn't understand anything right now.
"No," he answered, copying her tone of voice. "She was a mermaid. Once you find the pendant, call upon her spirit and it will come."
There was a heavy silence.
"Where shall I find the pendant?"
Leo shrugged. "It was lost many years ago...many say that it is a legend, but it does exist. A long time ago it belonged to a powerful human king, he was able to bring back his dead citizens...but there was a great war between him and the Kingdom of Athane. The pendant was lost, never to be seen again."
"Then I have no hope in finding it," Thalia sounded so miserable, so pitiful.
"But one chance out of a thousand, find it. That's all I ask. If you haven't found it in a month, let me reunite with Calypso once more."
The King stared up at his daughter's tutor in annoyance.
From time to time he had been pestering about many things, but the King refused to give in to such a lowly man. The things the tutor said were beyond preposterous and he remained stubborn.
The past was the past, he always told himself. And he wasn't going to forget that.
"You've got that look in your eyes again, my lord."
Frederic glared at the tutor in hatred. What right did he have to state these things to him?
"And what look might I have? Care to extend your sentences?" he told him icily, for he was not in the mood for mindless chatter.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?"
"I told you not to mention her ever again," the king growled in fury. "She made her mistakes and I will not have people like that alive in my kingdom."
"You know that you don't mean that. You still love her, don't you?"
In any other situation, the king might have admired him for being so bold yet so foolish. But in this conversation it worked the other way.
"Sir Gary Brunner, you do understand the punishment for disobeying the king? This must be the hundredth time you've spoken to me about her, and I have been very merciful when it comes to second chances."
The tutor paled rapidly.
"Yes, my lord."
"So listen to me now, for I am giving you one chance only to redeem yourself. Never speak about her again, not to me, not to anyone. Unless of course; you wish to join my little army of statues, in this very room."
"Please forgive me, my lord," the tutor bowed down quickly.
"Now go, this council meeting is over. I have more important matters to attend to."
The nobles got up from around the table and hurriedly made their way out of the brightly lit grand hall, until nobody was left but him.
A lone man suddenly entered the room, passing the guards at the double doors respectfully.
"Michael, just on time," the King said, leaning back in his seat at the head of the table.
The physician sat next to the king, setting down his many books and loose parchment.
"Have you discovered the deaths of the two guards yet? It has been a mystery to us for too long," the king said, furrowing his eyebrows together in thought.
Michael looked up from his notes, his face was unnaturally yellow. Probably from the vile looking liquid that was in a cup next to him.
"I have concluded that it is partially the work of a mermaid, though my experiments show that the attacker was not a mermaid themselves. I do not know how this can be possible, but the results definitely show that a mermaid has tampered with this."
"Do you have any idea who the attacker was?"
Michael shook his head.
"I have no evidence to accuse anybody; the only option is to put hidden security guards in the courtyard, to spot the attacker."
The king nodded, though he still felt worried that this case was not fully resolved.
"And how are the victims? They are fully dead, not just in a coma?"
"Yes, they are completely dead. I cannot bring them back even if I tried."
This investigation felt like it was going nowhere, which infuriated the king immensely. There was only one other thing he needed to ask.
"And what of Prince Triton and the other contestant? How are they faring?"
"Prince Triton is almost fully recovered, but Persues...I don't understand what's happened to him. When he got hit by Triton's sword, his heart rate immediately started slowing down. He is still in my care now."
"He almost died?" asked the king in confusion. "Elves do not die from battle wounds."
"That's what I thought...unless he is something else..."
"Look into it, Michael. I want to know if he is truly what he seems," the king ordered. "And if he turns out to be anything else..."
"You will kill him?"
"Exactly."
AN: So Percy didn't actually die...shame..
But then, i wouldn't kill off a main character in the middle of the story, that would be mean.
So did you like it? More drama should be coming up in the next few chapters...urghh this book is going to take forever to write, iv still got loads more to come.
Au revoir!