Hi.
I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY!
I got over ninety reviews total. Wow thank you. Thank you so much! You guys do realize my most reviews record in a chapter was six! And that was the first chapter! And it took me months to get that much! Last chapter you guys broke it with a Seven! Seven! Dang Percy kisses Annabeth and you guys suddenly go nuts!
You know when Annabeth kisses Percy in the battle of the labyrinth. And then how awkward it was between them when they meet up. Sorry in advance for how awkward it's goody goody to be between Percy and Annabeth at first.
Reviews!
abcathena-(I am going out of order here but I don't care) Have I read the lunar chronicles? Hahahahahahahhahahhaha! Oh my god! I freakin' love that series! It's my favorites besides Percy Jackson! I own Farest, Cinder, and winter, but I don't own Cress or scarlet because I borrowed those one from my aunt. Ahhh they are so good. Questions who is your favorite couple? Character? (My favorite character is wolf and I love scarlet and wolf together.) anyways off track here. I am glad you like last chapter. Thanks for reviewing.
PoppyOhare-You can't wait. Well if your here than I am guessing you could. ;)
DecemberRome-yes finally.
BelleTheCountryStar-I am glad you like this chapter thanks for reviewing.
Percabeth4ever-I am glad you enjoyed the percabeth. I am the best writer besides Rick? Uhhhh that is going way, way, way, to far.
Greekisbomb-I am glad you like the kiss. Thanks for the review.
Guess(chapter 28)-ummmmmmm what? What challenge is that?
Disclaimer-I own na-th-ing.
POV-Percy (ohhhhh)
Have you ever had to do something, but couldn't do it because you knew it will end up with you getting slapped across the face. Then you try to do it but you just can't. So you decide to do it a different (way easier) even though you know it will end up worse by doing it the easier way.
Like oh I don't know a slap across the face for the harder way or you die a painful death for the easier way. (Slap, death, slap, death, slap, death, slap, death?)
Most people would say slap, no problem. Yah try admitting to your crush that you like them when you know for a fact they don't feel the same way.
So slap plus embarrestment, plus awkward conversation, plus yelling, plus possible ruined friendship. (Hmmmmmmm, not so easy now is it!)
I went for death. I just couldn't get the words out. So I grabbed Annabeths head and kissed her.
Which leads us to here.
Annabeths lips are soft, they taste like lemonade and salt (weird but nice combination) and she smells like honey mixed with salt water from being at sea the last few months.
I really, really, really, hate myself.
I pull away against my crazy minds will. Annabeth eyes are the size of dinner plates, her face is bright pink and her mouth is a little open.
At least I got one chance.
My face is probably bright red. All hope that she might feel something floats away.
"I'm sorry." I say my voice high and cracking. "Annabeth I... really like you." She closes her mouth and just stares at me emotionless.
I position myself at a new angle so I have time to sprint out of here if I have too without much of an effort.
Gods this is so going to end badly!
"I'm sorry." I repeat 'cause I have nothing else to say. Annabeth on the other hand just sits there! It's not helping the pounding in my chest what so ever. "Annabeth say something." I plead, desperately.
One thing I know for sure about Annabeth is, is that if she is quiet and will not speak to you it means two things. One there's something wrong, or two she is plotting your death.
Just a few minutes ago when I finished up talking to her about her dad, her eyes went all stormy and I swear I saw lighting flash in them. She looked like she was ready to plunge her nails through someone's throat or something. (And by someone I mean me.)
I gulp. I knew this was a bad idea.
"Annabeth?" I try again. Annabeth shakes her head and looks at me with something in her eyes that I and have never see before. I don't like it. "Should I start running?"
Stupid, stupid, stupid! I am starting to believe my brain is made of seaweed. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I mean why, how, can a girl like Annabeth like me. Not to mention she's a princess for the gods sake!
Annabeth pushes me to the ground, (onto my butt) forces my back up against the bed post and sits right in front of me. The way she has us sitting makes it so I can't run without her catching me first. I try and get up and she will just push me back down. I somehow get up then she will just grab my leg and trip me. I can't excape.
"I should've ran when I had the chance, huh?" I asks dumbly. Annabeth eyes wander up and down me, more of a scientific gaze like she was thinking about what to do with me.
I should have ran when I had the chance.
If you think I am joking about her killing me think again. This crazy, amazing girl can gut me like a deer, cook me and eat me with no remorse.
"Is this a joke?" Annabeth asks suddenly. I frown at her.
A joke? Does she really think I am messing with her? Does she really think that low of me? Why does she even care if it's a joke? Why would she even think I would lie about something like this?
Annabeth is the first girl to ever make me so much as turn my head. She's the first girl I ever thought of in that way.
I don't believe in love at first sight, it's stupid. And no I am not saying that is what happened when I met Annabeth. But I addmit that there was something that caught my eye when I first met her. Whether it's was her stubbornness, her smarts, her sarcastic humor, or her beauty, something made me feel like I can talk to her about anything.
The night I brought her food the first day is a perfect example. I would have never done that with anyone else, normally I would just leave them be. That they needed the space, but nope, not with Annabeth. Then the time I told her about my sleepless nights and nightmares that refuse to leave me alone, with anyone else, heck even Thalia, I had to be forced to tell them about it. Annabeth, I told her almost immediately, sure I was a little hesitant but I gave up without much of a fight.
It kind of hurts that she thinks I could do something like that to her. No it really hurts.
"I am not that shallow." I mumble to myself in disbelief. "I really, really, really, really, like you. I am not playing some cruel, sick joke on you."
Annabeth doesn't look convince. She looks doubtful, which is beyond me.
She looks like when I first saw her at my birthday party a few weeks ago. I told Annabeth that she looked nice in her new dress. I remember how she scoffed and said that she looked ridiculous. I continued to complement her for most of the night and she always, rolled her eyes, like she didn't believe me.
Why would she not believe me?
"Your just so," I try and come up with the words to explain her. I need her believe me, even if it's the awkwardest thing I have ever had to do. Even if my face turns redder than a cherry. "Amazing." I finally say. My face starts to heat up at the look Annabeth is giving me. It's scary, the way she looks like she is still deciding how to kill me.
I am surprised she hasn't died to kill me yet. But there is still that look of doubt in her beautiful stormy grey eyes.
I break like a twig.
"You are so smart, brave, kind. You talk with a passion about everything and I love it. You are confident and caring. You love your family and hate it when they get hurt. Your honest and you are so easy to talk to. Your fun and strong. I feel like I've known you my whole life..." I start to trail off as I notice what an idiotic move I just made.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, you're such a seaweed brain. Starts to play in my head like a chant.
"Your beautiful." I finish because there is no reason why I shouldn't. Why did I have to develop a crush on her?
An overly awkward silences takes over, well by the way Annabeth is still looking at me I am guessing it's just me.
"Sorry." I mumble, again. I look down, trying to save what little dignity I have left.
"You're an idiot." Annabeth says under her breath. I nod. I lift my head and make a move to get out of the situation before I make a bigger fool of myself. "Sit down." Annabeth says.
I do as she says. I don't want to make her mad. As far as I can see she is going to let me off easy.
Annabeth shakes her head.
"You are such an idiot." She says, again. I gulp at the sound of her voice. It sounds angry, lethal.
Maybe not.
I brace myself to be punched or hit. Let's face it I had it coming.
Annabeth comes forward and kisses me.
I freeze.
What is happening?
She pulls away with a smirk on her face.
"I like you too." She says. "You are an idiot for not seeing that."
My mind refuses to rap around what is going on.
She likes me?
I smile and kiss her firmer. Which she obliges.
We both pull away and I smile again. I give her a small hug.
"How are we going to make this work?" Annabeth mumbles into my coat. "I have to marry Luke and he is smart. He'll figure out if I am having an 'affair'." She puts air quotes around affair.
"And I want to be apart of group two. I want to be a spy and work on the ship. So he will figure out if I am doing something."
I bite my lip.
She wants to be apart of the crew. I can't say no. What are we going to do?
Annabeth practically jumps off of me. Her eyes are wide and happy.
"Why didn't I think of it?" She slaps her head with her head. "Percy why don't I marry one of your spies?" My mouth drops a little, okay a lot.
What?
"Think of it." She pleads. "They know everything. They will understand and won't care that I leave for a couple of months every year. They will understand our... Uhhh. Whatever this is. They will agree to do it if it helps our home.
Besides it will just be a fake relationship. I can marry for love till I am thirty. I can meet whoever we decide is best and 'fall in love', we get married, fix everything. Even thow Luke in jail! Then we can divorce. I don't care if I lose my status. It's not perfect but it's better than Luke." Annabeth eyes are wide with hope.
A spy? One of my spies? They can marry her, they will do this on a professional level and they won't care if they are seeing other people 'behind each other's back'. In fact it will kind of be like a friendship, they just have a 'label' attached to it.
I give her a quick kiss.
"You're a genius!" I say. Annabeth smiles, it so pretty and bright like a freshly painted painting.
We talk for the rest of the night about our new idea. Who would be best, how they are going to 'meet'. This is so important, we need to make this believable. It doesn't take long we before we have a plan. It helps many troubles that I have been having.
This is going to be good.
POV: Hades (about one and a half weeks later)
Today is the day Poseidon and I met Perseus. We are hoping he shows up, but the fact that we are Royal court members and the short notice, we are not very hopeful.
When I picked the city laxyison I didn't know what to expect but I know it wasn't this. I heard that laxyison was a simple city with simple people.
What I saw was, crumbled homes, unstable structures beyond repair, half the city was burned down. Some parts of the street were stained with something a rusty brownish-red. The once lovely stone streets, were basiclly gravel at my feet. The streets were empty and quiet.
I got out of the carriage at the edge of the city because the roads were just to bumpy and unstable for the carriage. My younger brother follows behind and his eyes were filled with an disbelief awe.
"What in the wide world?" He all but shouts. "What happened here?"
"Frederick." I growl. This place looks horrible. I start to walk in the direction of the sea. Along the way I don't see one building that looks even a little stable. The closer I get to the center of town the more I realize why they aren't very people on this side of town.
The streets are hacked to pieces, old pieces of paper are nailed to the walls, thing like 'wanted. insert name here. Dead or alive' Some are crossed off as if to say 'they were caught but we are going to keep them up just so you know this could happen to you.' The smell that becomes more and more noticeable the closer we get to the center is beyond foul. It smells like rotting meat that has been left out in the sun, inside a bucket of garlic and throw up. I don't even want to know what that could mean. The streets become more noticeably with the strange brownish-red color.
I round the corner to that leads rights to the center, the smell is unbearable as Poseidon and I cough and choke on it. My eyes start to sting from the mixture of the smell and the dry atmosphere.
It really is a shame I could still see through my watering eyes.
The scene that is in the center make my stomach churn and flip. Blood soaks the streets and a big dug up pit is in the center. The thing that smells so badly and the thing that make me want to head straight to Fredericks palace and kill him, is what is in the pit.
Rotting meat, left in the sun, filled a little (about a foot) with sewage water. The 'meat' is what make my blood boil. (I don't want to outright say what it is. But if you still don't know what type of meat I am talking about, God bless you)
I leave the place as fast as I can, the image refusing to leave me be.
My heart is in my throat and I have a feeling I will be having nightmare this night, if I can even sleep tonight.
My brother doesn't look any better, if anything he looks worse.
The image doesn't go away, even when I get to the dock it's still in the back of my mind. Even when I see some people peek around a corner. Even when I see a man slowly walk up to us, it's still there.
"Your majesties." The man says quietly. His voice is dusty and hard, like he hasn't used it in years. He wears clothing with large holes in them. They're are dirty and faded, the man is skin and bones with little hair. He looks like he is fifty years old yet I have feeling he isn't even close. "It's an honor to have have you here. But may I asks why are you here?"
"We are hopefully meeting with Captain Perseus." My brother says in a shaky voice. "Have you possibly seen his ship?" The mans eyes triple in size and tells us to follow him. We do as we are told and we go to the far right corner of the massive dock.
A single ship rest there. About four or so people wander the top deck and seem to just be waiting.
Most of them I recognize immediately and others look all too familiar. We stand the bottom of the plank that leads onto the deck and listen and watch the people on the deck.
"Do you think they're coming?" One who looks an awful lot like Ares in the way she presents herself asks another.
"They better. We got two more days before we are leaving and we are running out of supplies." Another that without a doubt Hermes spawn responds back. He looks familiar too.
"LEO!" Another yells that can heard a mile away. "Where is that little piece..."
"Hey, no one needs to hear you in China." The girl from before shouts.
"Shut your mouth Clarrise! You be the one that wakes up with sand in all your drawers." The boy yells back. The girl, who I think is Clarrise, rolls her eyes.
"Will! Come calm down your boyfriend!" A fourth yells. He look familiar. Blond hair me blue eyes.
A fifth walks onto deck, also oblivious to my brothers and I present at the bottom of the plank. He gets one look at the short, black haired boy. He scoffs.
"Yeah right, unlike you I don't have a death wish." The boy, Will? Walks away to the wheel.
I look at the over all ship and see and the back of the haul in big letters, 'The Argo ll." The man from earlier seemed to have disappeared.
I don't think this is the right ship.
"Hey! Who are you?" A sixth person yells. He is certainly another Hermes spawn. The other five seem to finally see us. I freeze in fear.
What do I say?
"Well, well, well." The girl Clarrise says with a wide smirk. "Look who decided to finally show up. Connor tell prissy his guest are here." The sixth person fakes salute and leave the deck.
Poseidon and I stand there a bit feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"You coming up or what?" The nameless blond boy asks. We awkwardly walk up the plank. The blond boy extends his hand. "Jason, good to meet you." Well that explains why he looks familiar.
The others but the short, black haired boy and Will shook our hands and introduce themselves.
"This is Will," Hermes son, Chris says to me. "And..." Chris points to the small boy, looking like he is trying to find the words. "This is Nico."
I stare at the boy a little shocked.
This is my son?
He looks so different. His hair is now black, but he had brown hair the last time I saw him. His eyes are a darker color. His skin is whiter and he looks skinnier.
"Good to see you my lord." Nico gulps. My brother and I stand there in a bit of an awkward silence.
What exactly are you supposed to say to your son who you thought was dead or worse?
Eventually the door opens and Conner, I think, comes through. He says Percy is ready to meet us and tells us to follow him, Nico as well.
I follow hi down below deck.
Here goes nothing.
I have about, five or six more chapters left in this story. Then a sequal/part two because this is getting too long. :) Just thought you should know.
Well that is all for this chapter sorry if it sucked.
I will see you next week.
bye.
-Kayla.
