Yo Yo Yo, ya boi is back and she's literally about to fail all her classes cuz she gets home and sleeps instead of revising. She has also come first in English for 5 weeks in a row! She may not know much about electrical circuits, but damn if she ain't good at writing.
Bit short but the next one is gonna be way longer.
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Chapter 35
Percy (jeez what are we on now?) XXII
The water caught him before he registered the falling sensation; he didn't want to go through all that again. Percy let the water envelop him and lower him swiftly down. In the cool bubble he had constructed, Percy began to think.
The Lethe. Gods, where was it? Oh yeah right- it was near those spiky red rocks. Like those weren't common. Percy wracked his brain. Near the phlegthon? He shook his head, rubbing a hand over his eyes, and reached down to take out his swords.
His hand went into his pocket, and grazed an object that wasn't there before.
It was small. Oblong. A type of flimsy plastic that heated up in his hand, a flare of power.
Hurtling at inhumane speeds in an air bubble, in the pitch black darkness, Percy withdrew a pen.
Percy breathed out, and fumbled to uncap it.
The light of Riptide filled the small space, a burning glow that rivalled fire itself, the bronze singing a melody in Percy's mind.
Riptide must have returned to him when he got out.
Percy choked out a half-wheeze half-chuckle, weighing it in his hand, perfectly balanced. Gods, he had been fighting with his other unbalanced swords for so long that he had almost forgotten what it was like.
Light flooded around the outside of his column of water, the dark red he had grown to loathe fiercely. He dropped even further, slowing his pace as best he could. Percy turned and looked down through the churning water keeping him aloft.
Percy narrowed his eyes.
Below, there seemed to be a small group of monsters surrounding the area where the water rose into the air, crowding round it as if they had never seen something like that before. As he got closer, heads shot up, fingers/claws pointing his way. Some ran away, others choosing to stay in the safety of numbers.
A couple of metres from the ground, Percy burst out, his knees taking the impact and rolling into a crouch, the monsters stumbling in their attempt to back away from him. Pain flared up his legs, no serious damage done, but it still startled Percy, who had felt nothing but dull impacts for a long time. Right- the curse was gone. He would have to be more careful.
Because he needed to get back. Last time, he had no idea what was going on above him, no clue if they were safe, or even alive. Rage briefly burned in him, before he pushed it down. No, Hades said he would bring her back.
He knew time moved differently, maybe she was already back and waiting for him. No, no, that didn't sound right- this was Annabeth. She was kicking ass and taking names, as well as waiting for him. So he needed to get back even faster this time. She was waiting, and Percy could never disappoint her.
The monsters surrounded him.
He strapped his bronze and his bone sword to what remained of his trouser waistband (he knew he should have picked up some new clothes while he was up there), not breaking eye contact with the one that seemed to be the leader, and held Riptide out in front of him. He sliced it through the air a couple times. Just to make sure it still worked. And also for the look of fear that shattered across the monsters' faces.
"You- you escaped! You're not meant to be here!" Said one monster.
"Yeah, I thought that too." Percy said grimly. "The things you do for love." He added, as they circled him.
He knew when they were about to attack when he saw them lean forwards, and braced himself.
They charged him all at once. Percy let them get close- then slid between the legs of one, spinning round with an upwards slice, using the force to jerk to the side, arm outstretched with a slash through the air, gold dust poofing in clouds around him.
Similar to when he had the curse of achilles, Percy felt a laugh bubble up, but it was nothing to do with the violence, it was the familiarity of Riptide forming his moves. With his other swords, he had worked out a pattern with them individually that suited their weights, but Riptide... It had so many memories with it, that everything came instinctually.
He kicked one of the last two in the chest forcefully, sending it head over heels, while running the other through.
Panting, Percy stepped forwards to tower over the other one on the floor, who was propelling itself back like the thing from the Exorcist. The dracaenae spluttered as Percy drew closer, before pointing wildly in Percy's direction.
"It's- The- I- Don't-"
Percy held Riptide high before plunging it down, cutting off the stammering.
Percy stepped back, pushing his dark hair out his eyes. It really was getting too long.
"Jackson?" Asked a deep voice behind him, thick and low.
Percy span around, spinning Riptide in his fingers with skill, but it was too late.
Two huge figures loomed close to him, before something impacted the side of his head, and everything went black.
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Oohlala I just bought my prom dress. It's size 6 and backless and I look damn good in it. Is it true you have a size 0 in America? But- but if it's 0, then it's nothing? That's confusion, my good dudes. Is it considered unhealthy?
I listened to yall's advice, and yeah I'm not too sure about deleting those stories, I might just merge them into one fic and leave them at the bottom.