Chapter 37

Disclaimer: I do not own the PJ or HoO series by Rick Riodan.

I'm shocked still as I watch Nico gently set my mother down on the kitchen table. The blood and gore was caked all over the front of her body.

Nico had a fair share of it on himself where it had run onto him while he was carrying her. He walks past me and out of the kitchen, probably going upstairs to shower off and change clothes.

"What are you going to do to her? Imagine her back like you did Mo?" I ask Walker.

I grab a clean dishtowel from the cabinet and soak it with warm water. I fill up a large plastic container with water as well and bring both over to the table. Then I start washing the blood off of her.

"Yes. But it will take a bit longer with you mother, since she's been dead longer than Mo had been. Also, she's lost a lot of blood. That will take a few minutes to replace that." he says.

"Well, how long do you think it will take?" I ask.

"Hm. Maybe five minutes? Maybe a little longer." he says.

"Okay. That'll give me time to try and find something she can wear." I say, taking the blood-soaked towel and dirty water to the sink.

I pour it out and then turn to Walker.

"Well, do what you gotta do. I'll be back in a few minutes." I say.

"Alight." he says, turning to my mother.

As I head up the stairs to my room, I think of how lucky I am to have Walker as not only a bodyguard, but as a friend. I mean, Mo would be dead if Walker hadn't of swooped in and saved him. And my mom wouldn't have a hope in the world of coming back at all if it weren't for him. A bodyguard wouldn't do something like that. Only a friend would.

I walk into my room and go over to the closet. I open it up and search through the clothes. Eventually, I find a comfortable sundress made of a soft, light green fabric. It used to be my mother's. When I had run away last year, it had somehow made it into my duffle bag, saving it from the fire.

I grab it off the hanger and start to walk out of the room again. Just as I'm about to close the door, Nico comes out of the bathroom, having showered off and changed into a plain black tee shirt and some black and white plaid sleep pants.

"I don't think we're going to be heading to camp tomorrow." he says.

"I think you're right. There's no way, unless Lucas can take her to Sinai tomorrow." I say, running my fingers through my messy short hair.

"That could be an option. That way he could actually keep a close eye on her while he's at work." he says.

"Yea. We might need to make a trip down there tonight." I say.

Nico follows me out of the bedroom and we head back downstairs.

We get to the bottom of the stairs and see a colorful glow fading from the kitchen. We hurry in and see Walker standing over my mother.

Her previously torn-open throat was completely closed up and her chest was rising and falling slightly. My legs nearly turn to jelly seeing her alive and breathing.

"She's alive." I breathe, feeling tears brim my eyes.

I walk over to the table, as if in a trance. I drop the dress on one of the chairs and then look down at her. I stroke her long chocolaty brown hair. It was damp, as if she had been sweating.

I turn away from her and look to Walker. I go up to him and then fling my arms around him. At first, he awkwardly hugs me back, then he loosens up.

"Thank you." I whisper.

I pull out of the hug and wipe the tears from my eyes.

"She should wake up in a couple of hours. It seems as if the nurses had sedated her right before we got there and the medicine is still in her system." he says.

"So, do you think Nico and I have time to go down to Sinai and talk to Lucas?" I ask.

"Definitely. I wouldn't stay long though. We have no idea where Callie is." he says, heading over to the door.

"Alright. Then we'll go down there and talk to Lucas then come back here." I say.

"Oh, and Walker?" I say.

He turns from the front door and looks back at me.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Why did you bring her back for me?" I ask.

"I'm a helper god. That's what I do." he says, shrugging.

"No. I don't think bringing someone back to life counts as a helping job. You help demigods that are in need. I don't actually need my mother. Sure, I'd miss her an awful lot if she was dead and I couldn't do anything about it, but I could move forward. Why did you bring her back?" I ask.

He leans against the door frame, thinking of how to answer. Then he says, "Your mother's life was taken unfairly. She was asleep when she was killed, she hadn't been battling Drew or anything, Drew just ripped out her throat without her knowing. It was unfair. I brought her back so she would have a second chance at life."

"Oh. Thank you." I say, smiling a little.

"No problem, Kyra." he says, giving me a warm smile that lit up his face.

He then opens the door all the way and walks out. I see a flash of light outside the window and know that he's left.

A/N:

Surprise! I'm in a good mood today because my mom is off for today and tomorrow :) So I felt like giving you guys another chapter.

So, her mother isn't dead, but she's asleep right now. What do you think will happen when she wakes up? Do you think she'll go all crazy or be her normal self for a bit? I just added that little bit of why Walker brought her back, I felt it sorta needed an explanation because I don't think he's just going to go imagine back every single person who dies.

Oh boy, I get to start writing the first part of the trilogy tonight! I'm partially excited, and a bit nervous as well. I don't know why I'm nervous, I just am.

I think one of the hardest things about writing a story is coming up with a damn title. I've been trying to figure out what to call the first part and I have a couple of ideas, but I don't think I'll really know what it's meant to be called till I'm about five or six chapters in.

Also, I've been thinking and I think this series needs a name. Like the whole series together. I was thinking about "The Adventure series," but I think that just sounds a bit boring. What do you guys think it should be called?

M/A:

*sings* Music Appreciation, Music Appreciation, Music Appreciation!

Okay, today it's "Just Like You" by Three Days Grace. I get the feeling when listening to this song that it's either about society and their twisted ways of wanting everyone to be perfect clones, or the person singing (Adam Gontier) is talking about living with or being friends with someone who's trying to make them exactly like them self. And he's saying that he doesn't want to be a clone, he wants to be his own person.

In many ways, I can relate to this song. I've had so many people in my life trying to tell me how to be and live, when really, I want to make those decisions. I mean, they are my decisions. Not theirs.

XOXO,

Mrs-diAngelo25