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AN: Hello, I'm back, over the next few days, I'm going to working on finishing the rest of the book, no more procrastination, I will hopefully have the rest of the chapters done and ready to go by the end of the week. I'm sorry that it's been so long, I just had a ton of work to make up since I missed like two weeks of school while being sick.
DeadlyHuggles: I really hope you've gotten a chance to read Ship of the Dead by now, cause that was fucking amazing!
KriKri: Hey, sorry about not updating, but from now on I'm going to be ready to go. I absolutely know what you mean about music getting overplayed, but I think that's the one plus side of me not listening to the radio, I still love a lot of songs that other people must hate by now because of how much it gets played. I will definitely watch that movie (once I'm done with future chapters, of course) and that whole P.S. is actually me, and I cannot stop laughing over it. BTW, I read Ship of the Dead in 3 hours the day it came out and Holy Shit, I loved that book. TFIOS was pretty great, too.
Sayo: Thank You!
Just that seaweed brain: I'm pretty sure Misery is in like 4 or 5 chapters and I cannot wait for it!
Prasad: That's a really good idea! I might end up using that when Akhlys shows up.
Lintsu13: Thank You!
It turned out, that after spending the last few days, or the equivalent of that in frozen time, reading with no sleep was a terrible idea and everybody needed more sleep than usual to make up for it.
Once again, Apollo decided to wake everyone up by just becoming brighter than usual, which even his usual was brighter than what most people could handle for long periods of time, and walking into their rooms. It was surprisingly effective.
When everybody had gotten up and eaten breakfast, they went back to the throne room to continue reading.
"Who read last? It feels like it's been weeks since we last read a chapter." Percy asked.
"It was me, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth started. "I was the last one to read, how do you not remember, it was like 30 hours ago."
"Okay, listen, when I go to sleep, I'm dead to the world and forget about everything that happened before I was asleep. I would think that you know about how much I sleep better than anybody, but I guess not."
"Anyways, let's figure out who's reading next." Hades interrupted.
"I got this." A very well rested Jason said.
Annabeth woke staring at the shadows dancing across the hut's ceiling. She hadn't had a single dream. That was so unusual, she wasn't sure if she'd actually woken up. As she lay there, Percy snoring next to her and Small Bob purring on her belly, she heard Bob and Damasen deep in conversation.
"Wow, that sounds vaguely domestic and I love it." Aphrodite said.
"You haven't told her," Damasen said.
"No," Bob admitted. "She is already scared."
The giant grumbled. "She should be. And if you cannot guide them past Night?"
Damasen said Night like it was a proper name-an evil name.
"No. He brought you to meet her. How did you guys get out alive?" Apollo asked, disbelief written all over his face.
"That question seems to be a recurring theme in our lives and I'll let you know the answer as soon as I do." Percy said.
"I have to," Bob said.
"Why?" Damasen wondered. "What have the demigods given you? They have erased your old self, everything you were. Titans and giants...we are meant to be the foes of the gods and their children. Are we not?"
"That's a really good question, but I mean the only way we could have possibly made it through that war was if we worked with our enemies. Could you imagine trying to mix Greek and Roman if there wasn't a war looming? It would have been disastrous." Piper said.
"Then why did you heal the boy?"
Damasen exhaled. "I have been wondering that myself. Perhaps because the girl goaded me, or perhaps… I find these two demigods intriguing. They are resilient to have made it so far. That is admirable. Still, how can we help them any further? It is not our fate."
"Perhaps," Bob said, uncomfortably. "But...do you like our fate?"
"What a question. Does anyone like his fate?"
"I liked being Bob," Bob murmured. "Before I started to remember…"
"Huh." There was a shuffling sound, as if Damasen was stuffing a leather bag.
"Damasen," the Titan asked. "Do you remember the sun?"
The shuffling stopped. Annabeth heard the giant exhale through his nostrils. "Yes. It was yellow. When it touched the horizon, it turned the sky beautiful colors."
"I miss the sun," Bob said. "The stars, too. I would like to say hello to the stars again."
"Stars…" Damasen said the word as if he'd forgotten its meaning. "Yes. They made silver patterns in the night sky."
Percy, very quickly, wiped away some tears that were about to fall.
He threw something to the floor with a thump. "Bah. This is useless talk. We cannot-"
In the distance, the Maeonian drakon roared. Percy sat bolt upright.
"What? What-where-what?"
"It's okay," Annabeth took his arm.
When he registered that they were together in a giant's bed with a skeleton cat, he looked more confused than ever.
"That noise...where are we?"
"How much do you remember?" she asked.
Percy frowned. His eyes seemed alert. All his wounds had vanished. Except for his tattered clothes and a few layers of dirt and grime, he looked as if he'd never fallen into Tartarus.
"I-the demon grandmothers-and then...not much."
Damasen loomed over the bed. "There is no time, little mortals. The drakon is returning. I fear its roar will draw the others-my brethren, hunting you. They will be here within minutes."
Annabeth's pulse quickened. "What will you tell them when they get here?"
Damasen's mouth twitched. "What is there to tell? Nothing of significance, as long as you are gone."
"I was really hoping he said something like that." Hestia breathed.
He tossed them two drakon-leather satchels. "Clothes, food, drink."
Bob was wearing a similar but larger pack. He leaned on his broom, gazing at Annabeth as if still pondering Damasen's words: What have the demigods given you? We are meant to be the foes of the gods and their children.
Suddenly Annabeth was struck by a thought so sharp and clear, it was like a blade from Athena herself.
"The Prophecy of Seven," she said.
"Tell me you didn't. You did, didn't you? With their help?" Athena said, getting excited, because she understood what Annabeth had just realized.
Percy had already climbed out of the bed and was shouldering his pack. He frowned at her. "What about it?"
Annabeth grabbed Damasen's hand, startling the giant. His brow furrowed. His skin was as rough as sandstone.
"You have to come with us," she pleaded. "The Prophecy says foes bear arms to the Doors of Death. I thought it meant Romans and Greeks, but that's not it. The line means us-demigods, a Titan, a giant. We need you to close the Doors!"
The drakon roared outside, closer this time. Damasen gently pulled his hand away.
"No, child," he murmured. "My curse is here. I cannot escape it."
"Yes, you can," Annabeth said. "Don't fight the drakon. Figure out a way to break the cycle! Find another fate."
Damasen shook his head. "Even if I could, I cannot leave this swamp. It is the only destination I can picture."
Annabeth's mind raced. "There is another destination. Look at me! Remember my face. When you're ready, come find me. We'll take you to the mortal world with us. You can see the sunlight and stars."
"Please tell me that worked, because those are strategies that I couldn't even imagine." Grover said.
The ground shook. The drakon was close now, stomping through the marsh, blasting trees and moss with its poison spray. Farther away, Annabeth heard the voice of the giant Polybotes, urging his followers forward. "THE SEA GOD'S SON! HE IS CLOSE!"
"Have I ever told you how much I hate that particular giant?" Poseidon said, nervously.
"Annabeth," Percy said urgently, "that's our cue to leave."
"Please leave right now, before something bad happens." A rare worried Athena said.
Damasen took something from his belt. In his massive hand, the white shard looked like another toothpick; but when he offered it to Annabeth, she realized it was a sword-a blade of dragon bone, honed to a deadly edge, with a simple grip of leather.
"One last gift for the child of Athena," rumbled the giant. "I cannot have you walking to your death unarmed. Now, go! Before it is too late."
Annabeth wanted to sob. She took the sword, but she couldn't even make herself say thank you. She knew the giant was meant to fight at their side. That was the answer-but Damasen turned away.
"We must leave," Bob urged as his kitten climbed onto his shoulder.
"He's right, Annabeth," Percy said.
They ran for the entrance. Annabeth didn't look back as she followed Percy and Bob into the swamp, but she heard Damasen behind them, shouting his battle cry at the advancing drakon, his voice cracking with despair as he faced his old enemy yet again.
Multiple olympians around the throne room looked close to crying, before they composed themselves, for the sake of their image (and for the sake of their children too, I'm sure).
AN: So, wow, it's been awhile since the last chapter, again, sorry about that, but we're here now, that's what matters. I'm gonna recommend Memories by Another Wise Girl xx. I really love that story so far, it's a fucking rollercoaster of emotions. See you guys soon.