You've Got A Sister In Me

Perseus wasn't trying to scare Annabeth, okay, maybe he did try to scare her. He was starting to scare her away for a reason. He didn't want to accept the ugly truth.

Perseus was falling for Annabeth Chase. He was falling hard.

Annabeth wasn't afraid to speak out against him, she wasn't afraid to call him out on something, and she was stubborn. Almost as stubborn as he was. She was smart though, had this street smart (that's what the era calls it) to her as if she had to survive out in the world for a long time (not as long as him, but the normal time for demigods).

Perseus remembered she had mentioned a friend once. Luke was his name. She had ran away from home and she met Luke and Thalia as she was surviving alone. She didn't talk much about what happened after that.

And everyone thinks he's the mysterious one.

Perseus looked up briefly when he heard three sets of footsteps coming up onto the deck. He knew Hazel, Frank, Nico, and Piper were scattered around the deck, while Jason had chased a hyper and flaming Leo down the stairs earlier. And Annabeth was down below the deck, eating a late breakfast.

The three that were last mentioned came walking up the stairs. Perseus was frowning at the sight. What was going to happen? How were they going to respond to what he had to say?

There was only one way to know. Perseus cleared his throat once the other eight members of the quest gathered around the table, ending the small talk between a few of them.

"We need to take a small detour." Perseus began. He would have continued if it wasn't for the fact that the others exploded with questions.

"What do you mean 'detour'?" Piper started the questioning.

"Why would we take a detour?" Her boyfriend followed.

"How long would this 'small detour' take?" Leo had a mischievous glint his eye as a grin began to spread to his ears.

"Is there a possibility of a monster attack?" Frank seemed to be the sensible one in this situation as he had asked the one question that should have been on everyone's mind since there hasn't been a monster attack yet.

"Will we be off the water?" And poor Hazel was sea sick. Perseus had to do something about that.

He waited for a question to come from Nico or Annabeth, but both were silently watching him. Alright then.

"Look," Perseus raised his hands in surrender to show he would explain. "I have reason to believe that there are a group of half-bloods that need some help. It would be a little out of our way, though I already changed the ship's course last night."

"You what?" Annabeth finally spoke up. "And you didn't tell us. Why didn't you wake us? We could have come to a decision together. All eight of us."

Perseus knew that. He had asked himself why he didn't consult with the others, until he realized they would have asked why and...it was personal. Way too personal for his liking. He figured if he had brought them all together last night, he would have had to explain in full detail. He would have been questioned. They still didn't trust him. That was understandable considering his past.

He was more worried that they would have voted no with the whole idea. Last night he had a dream that had revealed a very special person to him in danger. He woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy and tired. Perseus got out of bed and walked up the stairs, accidentally overhearing the conversation between Annabeth and Piper. That was a thing he needed to sort out, only that would be resolved later, now wasn't the time when Perseus was internally freaking out.

He definitely was freaking out. Perseus was going to lose his mind in the worry he was feeling.

Perseus was stupid for what happened next, but he didn't care. He needed his sister. After all these years, he still needed his sister. Hopefully, a certain goddess wouldn't kill him for what he was about to do.

"I didn't tell any of you," He took a deep breath. "Because I was afraid."

That threw everyone through a loop. Perseus knew they were surprised, by what was the question. Whether they were surprised by how truthful he was or the fact that he had emit he was afraid of something, he didn't know. His statement must have been mind blowing for the younger half-bloods.

"Afraid?" Nico frowned, speaking up for the first time. "Why were you afraid? What were you afraid of?"

Perseus opened his mouth to explain more, only for a loud roar to be heard from the land that can be seen off in the fast approaching distance. "We can't be too late. Please don't let it be too late. Not again…" Clearing his throat after his whispered plea, he spoke out loud in a demanding voice. "What are you waiting for? There are innocents that need to be protected."

~I've been crying on the inside, worrying about the things around me. I had kept rethinking what was right and wrong. Why can't I be heard for once? Why don't I believe myself the way I used to? ...I'm crying on the inside, worrying about the person I care for the most…~

Perseus couldn't wait for the younger demigods to get over what was stopping them, their hesitation, to go into battle without a single thought of stopping all because of the lives that hung in the balance.

He really needs to lose his general leadership mindset. This wasn't the first time he told himself that since the first war with Gaea. Probably won't be the last time either.

Shaking those thoughts away, he continued his run into the forest that was Bass River State Forest. It was east of Philadelphia, Perseus thinks. After all these years mortals had named some places weird names and expect the rest of the world to be able to pronounce them. He got headaches from some of them. All he knew of was south of New York where Camp Half-Blood is, California where Camp Jupiter is, and the northern part of Alaska. He didn't know much other than that.

Sighing through his nose, he kept running, praying he wasn't too late. Perseus didn't know what he would do if he lost his sister. He couldn't lose her after everything.

Focusing on the sounds of a battle steadily getting louder, he felt hope. Hope of her being alive. Hope that he would be brave enough to face her. Oh, she was going to kill him. She's going to shoot him, or worse, kill him with his own sword that was once hers. That would be bad.

As he neared the clearing in the forest that was the battleground, the other seven members of the prophecy could be heard following in the path Perseus had made.

He smirked and broke through the tree lines. He quickly took a ballpoint pen out of his pocket, uncapped it, causing it to turn into a sword. The Lost Legend was famous for his battles.

To feel the adrenaline shoot through his system, it was like a breath of fresh air after almost drowning.

Perseus shook his head of that thought. He was not going to go down that path. He wasn't going to think of-

He instinctively ducked under a incoming arrow that came from his left. Good, now he knows where the monsters were.

Suddenly, he took a sharp right, jumping into the fray. Cyclops, earthborn, and a Giant. This was bad. Not bad for him though.

Perseus sliced a earthborn on his right. Took a swing at a cyclops on his left, then it died from an arrow to the eye. He, like every other battle he's been in, became a whirlwind of strikes. He would go on offense and then on defense at the right times, never faulting in his stepson he raced towards a small battle between a few girls and the Giant.

Gration.

Perseus felt anger when he thought of the Giant that had - no. He shouldn't think that way. It was the past. It was a long time ago.

When he reached the small battle he recognized the three that was battling the Giant. Phoebe, Zöe Nightshade, and Lady Artemis shot arrow after arrow and used their fast reflexes with their hunting knives to take down Gration.

Perseus felt relief that he wasn't too late. Nothing bad happened.

"YOU FOOLISH HUNTERS!" The Giant that was slain during the first war by Artemis roared in anger.

What happened next sparked an old anger in him. Gration got a lucky swing, he hit Zöe causing her to fly into a tree trunk.

Perseus thought too soon. Something did happened.

Now, if (and he had been) asked about what happened in the next five or so minutes, he would say he didn't remember what happened. All he remembers is getting angry, then feeling drained but still coming to his sister's side.

" Zöe?" Perseus whispered, holding her in his arms.

Her eyes fluttered open at his voice. "Per-Perseus?" She asked at the same volume. "Is thou…" Zöe reached up a hand and touched his cheek. "Alive!" She laughed with tears gathering in her eyes.

Perseus laughed a little hearing the old English. He let the tears that were pooling in his eyes to fall. One after another, he began to softly cry as he was reunited with the maiden in his arms. With his sister.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, instantly knowing who it was, he greeted them. "Lady Artemis." He bowed his head to her in respect.

"Sleep." The goddess said instead. "We can talk more later."

Perseus lifted his head to look at her. Of course it was when Artemis spoke that he realized how tired he was. How much sleep did he get last (few) night(s) anyway?

He didn't know, and it looked like he wouldn't know now since he found himself falling towards Artemis. She easily caught him.

Sometimes he hated Artemis. She was such a mother.

And right now was one of the reasons why he put off this confrontation, his fate now rested in the hands of Artemis and her hunters.

With one last small smile at Artemis, Perseus found himself in the realm of Morpheus.

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: February 5, 2018.