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Hey Guys! This is a fair warning for the ones with a soft stomach, this story gets a little gory at points, if you don't like to hear this kinda stuff, I'd recommend you'd read this will extreme caution. Enjoy! Also a disclaimer- I don't own any of the PJO/ HOO characters. But I do own Isabelle, and Jonathan as characters. Thanks again.
Percy POV-
I sit by Isabelle's bedside, holding her hand in both of mine. She sleeps peacefully, and I'm glad for that. I just wish that when she woke up, she could see me, and not black.
I didn't even step back into the Throne Room. I demanded to be with Isabelle the second Apollo told me. He saw the pain in my eyes and he didn't fight.
It's been an hour I think since we returned, and too much has happened. Gods, why couldn't it have been me?! She doesn't deserve this, she never deserved any of it!
A single tear rolls down my face. Apollo told me that she might have a chance at sight later on in life due to her new title as Titan. I smile slightly at the thought of that. Isabelle a demanding immortal who doesn't take shit from no one.
I am taken away from my thoughts from Isabelle's hand tightening around mine. I stand up.
"Isabelle?" I ask softly. Her scarred eyes open. Her blue eyes are disfigured by a line dragging straight across, causing a ripple effect on her eyes.
"Why are the lights off?" She asks, moving her head side to side, trying to see something.
"Isabelle," I say again. "We need to talk." I say softly. Panic fills her expression, but eventually she relaxes and nods.
I speak with her in a quiet tone. I retell what Annabeth did to her eyes, and she winces at that. I falter for a moment before continuing. I tell her exactly what Apollo told me and she shakes her head.
"No, no I'm not blind." She protests, tears beginning to swell in her eyes. I pull her into a hug.
"It's gonna be okay. We'll find a way to fix it." I whisper in her ear and she nods.
She cries into my shoulder, loud heart-breaking sobs echo in the empty room. I gently rub her back as she cries. I would cry too if I was in this situation. Of course I would, the possibility of never seeing the light blue sky or the swaying leaves on a tree when a gentle breeze hits.
She eventually sobers up and sits up. I gently brush away her tears with my thumb, being careful not to touch her actual eye. She sniffles and lays down. She scoots over in the bed so I can sit next to her. I climb onto the bed and I lay next to her. She lays her head on my chest and curls close to me. I wrap my arms around her and I gently rub circles on the back of her shoulder blade.
"Percy?" She asks in a small voice.
"Hm?" I ask, enjoying this comfortable silence we have.
"You won't leave me now because I'm blind, right?" She asks, a little fearful. I stop everything I do.
"Isabelle," I begin slowly. "I love you. No matter what happens, you will always be beautiful to me. Your smile, your laugh, that just makes my day. Do you want to know what I thought of everyday I was gone for those 10 years?" I ask, and she nods.
"I thought of you. I missed you. I felt like my heart was split in two and I only carried one half. You have that other half. Annabeth was never meant to be the one. She blocked me from the truth." I say softly. I can see her mouth form into a small smile as I speak.
"You, you were the one I was meant to be with. My life feels complete with you. I can finally be free. I love you Isabelle, and I will never stop loving you." I finish with hugging her. She turns her head and places her hand on my face, searching for something.
She finds my mouth and gently traces it with her fingers for a moment before she leans forward and kisses me softly.
She pulls away and smiles at me. "You could've just said 'no' you know." She teases. I raise an eyebrow.
"Then you would've asked why and I would still have to explain." I explain and she shakes her head, laughing lightly. She resumes to her previous position with her head on my chest and her knees curled up close to her. Her breaths become steady and even as she falls back asleep.
I stare up at the ceiling and a small smile plays on my lips. Thoughts run wild in my head as I finally let the day play out on itself.
Suddenly I remember something, shit!
I forgot to tell Isabelle she was an immortal.
Artemis POV-
Why does Perseus never cease to shock me? Why can he not be like every other man I've ever encountered?
When I saw him appear with Hera, bloody and about to collapse, I expected him to drop to his knees and breakdown. But he stepped forward, with my half-sister crying in his arms. He begged for help. I thought he meant both him and Isabelle.
But when Apollo stepped forward to take them to his palace, Perseus gently placed Isabelle in his arms and ordered him to take care of her. The amount of gentleness he held for the girl made me want to protest in bias. I never expected a man to be so soft. And My gods, he wasn't even thinking about himself in that moment, only about the girl he loved.
Before any of us could speak, he directed his glance at us. Those sparkling sea-green eyes filled with anguish and fear, but he hid it well. When he spoke, I immediately thought of the young 14 year old boy that he was. How he declined godhood willingly. So clueless of how his future would slowly unravel before his eyes.
He told us of the heroism his friends held. That they deserved to be rewarded for their undeniable bravery. He never spoke a word about himself. I could tell that he considered himself weak.
And now, out of all people, he is an immortal. Finally, he's had something good happen to him. He deserves this, and to spend the rest of eternity with Isabelle almost makes me smile. Almost.
Now that the newly pronounced immortals have gone to Apollo's palace, the throne room is eerily quiet. I can see Poseidon is in a state of shock and Hestia is trying to calm him down. Zeus and Hera speak softly to one another and I can tell Hera is ticked off. Aphrodite is touching up her make-up after her dramatic scene. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the ditzy goddess.
Apollo hasn't returned yet, and as much as I don't want to say it, I'm concerned about him. He's really become attached to these demigods, and he's more a father to his children. I don't want something bad to happen and then he'll fall into another depression. I can't stand seeing my twin as so.
"Artemis," I hear Hestia's soft voice call to me. I blink a few times, regaining my thoughts.
"Yes?" I ask. She's hiding a smile, I know it.
"The meeting's over." She says and I raise an eyebrow. I look around the throne room and I see Hermes on the phone by a pillar and that Aphrodite and Demeter are fighting as they walk out. No one else but Hestia and I are in the room.
I step off my throne, feeling stupid. "Sorry. I must've been lost in thought." I mutter, pissed at myself. Hestia smiles and places a hand on my shoulder. Warmth and joy fills me. Just what I needed.
"We were well aware of that, dearest. We tried speaking with you, but you kept staring off into space." She says and I have to laugh. I sometimes accidentally start meditating without notification.
"I'll try not to be so off next time." I say and she nods.
"That would be for the best." She says softly and then takes her hand off my shoulder.
"Good night, Artemis." She says before disappearing in the hearth. I am all alone in the throne room. It makes me feel small, like a mortal.
I shudder at the thought and I disappear in a flash of silver light. Back to my hunters.
A/N- Hey! So I included Artemis's POV to clear up a few things, just so we're all caught up of the same page (or are we ? ﾟﾘﾏ)