Sorry for the delay! Here's a recap:
SI-OC named Icarus is raised by a mysterious 'being' that teaches him about magic and mythology/history, eventually, he starts to abuse his powers in order to live the good life in NY.
Thalia, Luke, Annabeth, and Grover stumble on his position thanks to Athena's intervention, and with his help, they all reach Camp Half-Blood without needing the self-sacrifice from Thalia.
Icarus manages to become friendly with Dionysus, which grants him minor perks, and he discovers that he's Hekate's son. A child that she had (with a son of Poseidon she arguably kidnapped from the Lotus) so that he'd have some 'metaknowledge'. Basically, I used Hekate to justify the mechanic of Self-Insert.
Eventually, Luke gets his task to steal a golden apple, but since he had a spat with Icarus, the latter goes alone, and arrives to the Hesperid Garden first.
Icarus goes mad for a bit, holds the sky and 'befriends' Atlas, obtains a few apples which he sends to his hidden lair through Hermes Express, and gets smashed with the Sunset Nymphs. While holding the sky, Icarus' name starts to gain power (very mysterious).
Luke and Thalia eventually reach the garden, Luke is enraged because Icarus is already there and draws Ladon's attention to the demigods, who fight it in order to be able to retreat, but Thalia is mortally wounded.
They arrive to Camp Half-Blood just in time for Zeus to turn Thalia into a tree, but since there is not self-sacrifice involved, there aren't super powerful magical barriers to defend camp.
Icarus has a spat with the Oracle and Luke, Hekate gets some of the apples to organize for her 'son' 's power-up (he wants to 'unlock' the powers of Percy Jackson, so that he'd be able to actually keep up with the more powerful Thalia). Then the MC organizes for an expedition to retireve the Golden Fleece, which he knows will save Thalia.
With no prophecy (= lack of plot-armor) it takes years, and a lot of shit happens to his crew and himself:
the Odissey-arc begins on the 13th September of 2000
-the ship gets named 'Adamas' (unbreakable)
-Annabeth sneaks on board
-some demigods that I didn't waste time to write about die
-Prometheus is freed
-Icarus gets wounded, but the crew kills the Hydra
-the Adamas storms and raids Circe's island, where Icarus outsmarts Circe
-Icarus & co conquer an island by genocide of man-eating giants
-Icarus, the satyr (a Seeker for Pan), and a demigoddes enter the Labyrinth, the power of Icarus' name starts to passively 'harm' the mortal
-Icarus, Charles (a satyr) and Abigail (a daughter of Apollo) free Briares and kill Kampe
-The group finds Pan, which follows canon but with Charles in the place of Grover, and then they stumble on Dedalus, who joins them
-Briares remains to defend the island, along with some of the Adamas' crew and Dedalus
-The Adamas sets out and Icarus recruits Bianca Di Angelo on the Lotus Island/Club (previous chapter)
Keep in mind that canon should start in the summer of 2004, so Annabeth here is more or less 10, and Bianca is 12
And here we are: the tilte of this chapter is pretty self-explanatory, thank you all for reading my works!
To The Golden Fleece
3 December 2002
The sea stretched endlessly in every direction under a cloudless, blue sky. The uncaring sun flared almost ominously over the waves, its rays bouncing off the crests and scattering in the seafoam as a lonely vessel crossed the blue-green expanse.
The ship had been named Adamas by Icarus, the Captain, and it wasn't quite soaring above the water, but it proceeded in her path with an unwavering focus, and for some reason, no matter how the waves occasionally hit the hull, the trajectory of the vessel was a perfectly straight line, as if neither currents nor winds could do anything but let the boat through.
On the deck of that ship, accompanied by the occasional bout of laughter, Bianca Di Angelo ducked under a swing that would have bisected her and took a step backward, barely avoiding the jab that the devil charged with her training liked so much.
Part of her mind was still trying to come to terms with the fact that the greek gods were a thing, nevermind that she was the daughter of one, but most of her focus was by necessity rerouted towards keeping up with the girl two years younger than her that was repeatedly smacking Bianca around.
The ship almost lurched in answer to a wave that Annabeth was expecting, and with a single sidestep to avoid the clumsy retaliation from the last member of the Adamas, the daughter of Athena used the flat of her training blade to push away the shield-arm of her opponent just enough for her leg to dart up: the sole of her left sandal left a red imprint on her charge's face, and the training bout was over.
"You don't attack enough, you always let me dictate the rhythm of the fight, and you still haven't learned to predict how the waves can change your point of balance." her petulant voice, at least to Bianca's ears, summoned a snort out of an older demigoddess who was passing by, but Di Angelo bit her tongue, knowing that anything she said would likely be used against her by the small, blonde demon wearing the skin and appearance of a little girl.
Even on the deck of the Adamas, with the sun hammering unforgivingly over them all, Di Angelo couldn't deny she was having... well, not fun, per se, but she felt like she belonged in a way she was utterly unfamiliar with. With a stubborn frown taking place, Bianca straightened, feeling her heart hammer in her chest and the irritating throbbing on her face: "Again."
She demanded, and she received.
Annabeth was younger than Bianca's 12 years old self, and at that age, it meant a noticeable difference in size, even so, the older demigoddess couldn't keep up: what the daughter of Athena lacked in strength, she made up with clever use of the gently bobbing deck they were practicing on, what she lacked in stamina, she made up by using Di Angelo's movements against her.
All in all, neither of the demi goddesses enjoyed the training arrangements that Icarus had more or less imposed on them, but Annabeth wasn't willing to go against a direct order, and Bianca was annoyed that the most inoffensive person on the ship was able to toss her around as an afterthought. On the Adamas, there was always something to do, and the occasional bouts of training among the older demigods managed to steal Bianca's breath away with their complexity and speed.
Obviously, Bianca wanted to be able to go toe to toe with them, and she would, once she managed to kick the ass of the demon wearing a little girl's skin that had been assigned to her training.
"Don't let anger distract you." a female voice made Bianca glance to her left, where a dark-haired girl was leaning against the bulwark separating the upper deck from the larger area where Annabeth was smacking her around, "Your body knows it has to move, but how it's supposed to move hasn't sunk in just yet, stay calm, and focus on what you want to do, as well as on what your opponent is about to do, her size limits her options, use that to your advantage."
Bianca grunted in annoyance at the plain suggestions: it wasn't that she didn't understand what she had been told, she got that. She understood what she had to do, the point was that doing the 'perfect leg sweep' or whatever was fucking difficult when the blonde devil charged her.
Di Angelo didn't have the time to fully parse what she had just been told, that Annabeth was already on her, leading with a half-hearted swing with the short sword she carried in her left only to follow up with two jabs of the dagger in her right: and like often happened, conscious thought seemed to stagger and be left behind by her instinct.
Bianca swatted the first swing with her shield and swung at the incoming dagger, but Annabeth was already shaking her head: an instant later, with a twist of her left wrist that Di Angelo wouldn't have thought possible, the daughter of Athena tapped the flat of the blade against the head of her student.
"You tried to come forward this time, that's better, but not what 'attacking' means." the blonde demon in a little girl's body spoke, "Again, but try to..."
Her counsel was broken by the sudden explosion of thunder, which was immediately followed by the ringing of a bell: almost immediately, the otherwise calm crew mingling around started to run with the calm and focused demeanor that once could obtain only through practice.
"What?" the word didn't manage to completely leave Bianca's mouth when the whole Adamas lurched, a fork of lightning flashing ominously in a quickly darkening sky.
Annabeth's hand clamped on Di Angelo's wrist as she started to pull her towards the nearest hatch that led to the inside of the ship: "Storm, and if Icarus rang the bell, it means that it'll be a big one."
Bianca didn't manage to say anything to that while the younger demigoddess dragged her towards the inside of the hull, but raising her head towards the helm, she spotted the ragged features of the man who had recruited her at the lotus casino, the metallic glint of his artificial eye working in tandem with the heavy stare that his biological one was directing ahead.
Turning her head, Bianca gulped while her feet stumbled after Annabeth: not far in front of the Adamas, appeared a wall of dark water. It was taller than the ship, and they were going straight into it!
"We've had many of those," the daughter of Athena spoke loudly enough to be heard over the crashing waves and the winds that started howling over the deck, "and while Icarus isn't perfect, he learned very quickly, after the first, we never lost someone to a freak-storm."
"Freak-storm?"
"This Sea doesn't like ships," Annabeth replied, "and Icarus doesn't really care about what he should or shouldn't do, and he and the crew don't want to make sacrifices in order to ask the Gods for help."
Still trying to wrap her head around the big revelation that was the existence of Greek Gods, Biance simply followed the younger girl into the galley, where roughly half of the crew was already sitting around the strange bronze brazier that didn't really consume what it should have needed to exude that much warmth.
"And..." Bianca frowned as she was pushed into a seat that had armrests clearly designed to give someone something to hold on to for dear life, "I mean, isn't there anything that we can do to help?"
Annabeth sat by her side, her eyes scrunching close as the Adamas lurched again on one side, making all the occupants of the galley hold onto something and shift her barycentre in order to not be flung across the room: "Icarus thought about starting to have someone else holding the helm, but recently he's... tired?" her voice became strained for a couple of seconds, "I guess, I mean, he can't guide the Adamas and look after other people that aren't inside."
"And he enjoys facing the storms on his own." Di Angelo knew she was right when her blonde companion sniffed uncomfortably, a worried expression appearing on her features. Bianca hadn't known anyone on the Adamas for a long time, but what snippets of stories she had managed to pick up painted a clear picture. It was something that filled her with expectations, since it felt exactly like what she wanted.
But then a deep groaning of the wood made the newly discovered demi-goddess stiffen in fright: everything she had recently learned had prepared her for the hypothetical situation in which impossible, life-threatening things could actually become real. But what could she do with her instinctive use of weapons against a storm capable of swallowing the ship whole?
found herself closing her eyes like Annabeth, when the thunderous impact of water reverberated across the hull, and almost without realizing it, one hand found itself holding onto the blonde nearest arm. And even if she couldn't see it, she could feel the muscles of her 'teacher' relax, if only minutely.
For all of her bluster, it was clear that Annabeth cared for Icarus, even if she'd never admit it, and the only thing Bianca could do was to sit still, keeping each other company as the Adamas warred for the nth time against the furious tempest. For hours, the two demigoddesses remained next to each other, and if either heard something resembling laughter, it wasn't mentioned.
Many hours later, the power of the waves receded, and the thundering hate of the sky themselves seemed to fade away, allowing the demigods to climb out of the galley in order to assess any damage that befell the Adamas.
Bianca followed hesitantly when Annabeth skyrocketed out of the ship, her feet carrying her unbelievably fast towards the helm, upon which Icarus was... Slumped?
The unquestioned captain of the Adamas, the man that had more or less conned her into joining him on a life-threatening voyage, not that she'd ever admit that adventure with no further responsibility was exactly was she had been waiting for, was unconscious, and holding onto the helm with hands that were basically cramps gotten out of control.
Bianca looked with a confused frown at the unconscious demigod that was slowly being pried away from the helm, her attention soon landing on the worried expression of Annabeth, who was biting her lip as she paced around the older people moving the heavy Icarus away from the helm.
Suddenly, a voice Bianca barely recognized as the one belonging to the resident satyr shouted from the bow of the Adamas: "Land-ho! The Fleece is near!"
Bianca looked around with raised eyebrows as everyone roared in jubilation, her brow furrowing minutely as she tried to figure out what the Fleece meant for the group of demigods she had yet to properly get acquainted with.
"Icarus cannot partecipate." Annabeth immediately spoke, receiving a nod from one of the demigoddesses that Di Angelo still didn't remember the name of, "Look at him, this storm almost killed him, and he's been ill since you returned from the Labyrinth!"
"Peace, Annabeth, I agree." the older demigoddess started directing the others in order to bring Icarus into the hull, "Lay him next to Hestia's brazier, and no Ambrosia, he'll have to wait for the Fleece to heal him."
"Charles, and I will go, we need to be fast and quiet, no point with mounting an assault." Hailey spoke while she raised her arms placatingly, but her expression was hard, uncompromising, only to be interrupted by a blonde.
Bianca's attention slipped away while the group of demigod fell into a bickering mess, noticing the determined expression on Annabeth as she basically hung on the helm, directing the Adamas towards the island spotted by the satyr.
Aware of her own low position on the totem pole of the ship, Bianca moved to the side of Annabeth: "I overheard some stuff, but... what is this Fleece?"
The daughter of Athena quickly started explaining, with uncountable details and may digressions to patch the holes into Bianca's knowledge of Greek lore, and as she kept the Adamas pointed towards the very prize that they had all embarked to find in the first place, she found herself talking about Thalia: "She was wounded on a Quest, and..."
The slightly older girl landed a hand over the blonde's shoulder, squeezing hard, while the latter collected herself: "She was important to you?"
Once again biting her lower lip, Annabeth angrily blinked away the tears that almost covered her eyes, and she nodded, words deserting her for the first time in her life. How was she meant to explain just how much Thalia meant to her? When she had been alone, hunted, scared, hungry, Luke and the daughter of Zeus had found her, they had saved her, defended her, and started to make her capable of defending herself.
She didn't even realize that she was talking, unloading thoughts and memories that she had kept to herself since her first arrival at Camp Half-Blood, but she felt the tight hand of Bianca around her shoulder, and even as she steered the Adamas towards their objective, Annabeth found herself relaxing, even if minutely.
How was the daughter of Athena meant to explain how absurd it had been to be offered shelter by Icarus? A demigod they found only because Annabeth had chased a grey-eyed owl? How absurd it was that Icarus had offered freely most of what he owned, to the point of sacrificing his own safety in order to help? Oh, he was annoying in the extreme, overbearing from time to time, and he kept smirking as if he was part of some joke only he knew the punchline of.
The blonde 10 years old girl still frowned when her thoughts returned to the morning in which all the older campers had sported corks tied to their necklaces, but she had been happy at Camp, with Luke and Thalia and even Icarus, and the countless activities and books and more than anything: safety. She had been trained there, sure, so violence didn't actually leave her life, but spiders stopped hunting her, and there weren't cyclops ready to eat her.
Annabeth was still annoyed because she felt more often than not that she was the punchline of Icarus silent jokes. But... she had infiltrated the Adamas when it was still named Argo II, and she had freed Prometheus without knowing the true impact of her actions: Icarus had been imaginative with his punishment, that was true, but he had also explained and the daughter of Athena had listened.
And since then, she had understood.
Her eyes skittered over the still arguing demigods before they landed on Charles, still on the bow of the Adamas, and Bianca, who didn't quite know how to help her youngest friend through the emotional rollercoaster she had just gone through.
For all of their skill and experience, the people that had remained on the Adamas were all interested in adventure more than success. The demigods left on the island had started to build something, to learn, to sprout roots, so to speak. The crew that Icarus had kept with him was more or less the same ragtag group of people that had abandoned Half-Blood Camp simply because they were bored.
Without their captain to actually give them direction, when it came down to the core of a task, they started bickering like children: and that, when both Icarus and Thalia so clearly needed the Fleece, was so stupid that it became dangerous.
Charles walked back from the bow of the Adamas with a bright smile that dimmed minutely at the sight of the bickering demigods, his eyes quickly roaming over the crowd before landing on Annabeth and Bianca: "Icarus is still down?"
Bianca nodded before Annabeth could, and the girl stepped aside as Charles's hand landed on the helm, steering the Adamas a bit: "We'll drop the anchor so that the wind doesn't bring our smell to the island, but it also means that we'll need to use a rowboat to reach one of the beaches, given that the sun is already going down, we'll sleep on board tonight and make land with the team needed to retrieve the Fleece tomorrow."
Annabeth pursed her lips in thought and walked away from the crowd now that someone had taken the helm with an actual idea about where to lead the ship besides 'towards the island', and Bianca was quick to follow, feeling better about hanging around with the younger girl than the group of demigods that had more or less been dismissive in her confronts up to that moment. Besides Icarus, in fact, she had yet to establish a proper connection with the single individuals of the Adamas.
Oh, she felt like she belonged, that was true, how could she deny the excitement and joy that she felt every day since she had been 'recruited' from the Lotus Casino? Still, the older demigods cared more about actions than anything else, and a twelve years old girl, besides being the lastest to join the Adamas, hadn't shown yet anything truly extraordinary, nothing to mark her as something worthy of the effort Icarus had gone through in order to retrieve her.
Noticing that she was being followed, Annabeth suddenly grabbed the older demigoddess' wrist and dragged her toward the temporarily deserted bow of the ship, her eyes darting around before landing on the ever-growing shape that indicated the island spotted by the satyr: "I don't think anyone noticed, Icarus is good at hiding the stuff he wants to keep concealed... do you want to help?"
The question was jarring in a way that gave Bianca whiplash as she refocused her attention on the younger girl: "What?"
"You heard them." Annabeth huffed, "Even with a clear hierarchy, Icarus left the more level-headed of us on the island, this crew is more or less composed by..."
"By?"
The daughter of Athena bit her lip for a second, her head swirling on her neck almost like an owl's as she checked her surroundings: "Everyone that joined Icarus besides me and Charles did so for the glory and adventure, but while the Adamas' crew did a lot of stuff, only a select few actively participated with the truly important stuff, and besides Charles, those are all on the island..."
"And the people here all want to leave Icarus' shadow now that he's k.o.?" Bianca guessed as she too looked around, trying to spot whatever Annabeth was looking for.
The daughter of Athena nodded quickly: "They'll all end up waging war on Polyphemus, wasting days to be sure of their success, but have you seen Icarus?"
Bianca frowned, recalling the image of the unconscious man responsible for her presence on the Adamas: "Yes? So? He just dragged the ship through a storm that lasted hours, it makes sense that he'd be exhausted."
Annabeth exhaled gutsily as she brought her hands up to massage her temples, her eyes scrunched in an annoyed expression: "I had forgotten that you've just joined... listen, Icarus has storms like that for breakfast, more than once he dragged everyone through far worse, by the gods, he slew Kampê, he held the sky, he just..."
The younger demigoddess took a deep breath, her eyes darting around as if expecting to spot someone eager to overhear the words leaving her mouth. "He doesn't just go unconscious, not after something as minor as the last storm, and you heard Sofia, no Ambrosia? It means that she already knew that there is something serious about him, and he's been looking more and more haggard..."
"Since he returned from the Labyrinth, yes, you mentioned that." Bianca frowned, "I'm not getting where you're aiming at..."
Annabeth bit her lip once more, her attention washing over the deck of the Adamas in order to check for the presence of other people, when she confirmed that they weren't being overheard, her eyes met those of Bianca with a determination that was clearly visible around the young girl: "Haily said something that made sense, we need to be quick and quiet, and I'm worried for Icarus..."
Bianca, that didn't know the daughter of Athena inside out just yet, jerked back as she realized what the long-winded speech had been aiming at: "You want to... what? Sneak in and steal the Fleece before the others get started?"
"Icarus might die without it!"
Di Angelo raised her arms in a half-defeated manner, her eyes not leaving the blonde devil that suddenly reminded her of the captivating Icarus that had talked with her at the Lotus Casino: "No offense, but you're ten, and I've barely gotten started with this life, I'd help you, but it doesn't seem like it's wise..."
"I'll do it on my own then." Annabeth frowned, taking a step back from the slightly older demigoddess, "If you don't want to help..."
It's not about that!" Bianca wanted to punch the blonde in front of her then, maybe if she put enough strength into it, she might be able to throw her into the sea... on the other hand, Annabeth might just do some kung-fu bullshit and break her arm without thinking about it: "Of course I want to help, and if you're right, then it's better to sneak in, of course, but..." she sighed, trying to collet her thoughts to talk in a coherent manner, "I've never done anything of the sort, I'm barely getting started on how to sail and fight..."
"It's not about being able to fight!" the grey-eyed 10 years old girl stepped forward, her hands grasping the wrists of her charge when it came to combat training, "Listen, here's the situation: Icarus might die, and the others aren't going to listen. Are you going to help me, or not?"
To that question, there could be only one answer.
The Adamas eventually reached the island proper, and the anchor was dropped underwind from Polyphemus' home while the somewhat rowdy group of demigods retreated into the hull of the ship to discuss the strategy for the following days. Already, both Annabeth and Bianca listened to how the daughters of Ares were planning to dig some trenches to have the blind cyclops trip in an eventual chase, while the resident daughter of Hephaestus had gotten started with traps that heavily relied on Greek Fire.
With the stars shining clearly in the cloudless sky, and only a sickle of new moon to provide light, Annabeth and Bianca sneaked out of the galley and onto the deck, quickly making their way towards one of the row-boats that had been readied by one side of the Adamas.
The two demi goddesses undid the knots under Annabeth's guidance and activated the small system of pulleys that gently lowered their smaller vessel into the sea.
Exchanging a final meaningful stare, the daughter of Athena and Bianca readied themselves to use the ropes still tied to the rowboat to descend, when a female voice made them freeze on the spot. "Of all the fools that could have attempted to leave on their own, I didn't expect to find you two."
Both the girls turned towards the intruder with excuses already on their lips, only for Annabeth's expression to go from fearful to accusatory in a split of a second.
Clad in a leathery armour, with sword and daggers strapped to her form, Hailey was staring down the younger girls, her visage wavering between amused and annoyed, only for her eyebrow to twitch at the following accusation.
"You were going to sneak on the island too!" Annabeth was quick on the uptake if nothing else, and Bianca readily realized that the younger girl was right.
Before the daughter of Hypnos could defend herself, the soft thump of hooves revealed the presence of Charles, who had just walked out a nearby patch of shadows: "Have you seen Icarus condition?"
"And you need the Fleece in order to be heard when you reveal the truth about Pan to the council back at Half-Blood Camp." the daughter of Athena didn't waste a second to attack the satyr, even if her voice sounded slightly spooked by his sudden appearance.
"More than one thing can be true at once, you know?" the satyr was unapologetic as he regarded the two much younger girls, "I thought you would have picked that up from Icarus if nothing else." then he turned towards the daughter of Hypnos: "What do we do?"
"I can't send them to sleep," the oldest demigoddess on deck replied with a slight shake of her head, "I'm tapped out after dealing with the rest of the crew."
"What!?" Bianca edged closer to the incensed Annabeth, which had enough sense to keep her outrage to a manageable volume, "You sent the others into an enchanted sleep? But..."
"We can't be the only ones willing to sneak out to do our own things when Icarus isn't around, can we?" Di Angelo noted with a strange, jittery feel bubbling up from her gut, she had decided to help the daughter of Athena, and if she had to fight to be useful to her friend, then she would...
"I'd say that we're daring enough already." Hailey's lack of an aggressive demeanor however managed to not make the unstable situation worse, and even if Bianca had landed her inexperienced hand on the handle of a sword, she didn't attack. "What I could do to keep everyone asleep has been done, and I'm out of juice for a few hours still... Charles, you're necessary to pinpoint the Fleece, and neither of the girls will pull back, if we fight, then they'll wake at least one of the others, and this whole mission will go to the Styx in a handbasket." Hailey frowned heavily, her attention unwavering from the two younger demigoddesses.
"Wait," Annabeth's naturally contrary disposition came out as she considered once again the daughter of Hypnos: "Why would you want to do it? Charles has his 'secondary' reasons..."
"How cynical of you, to expect me to have a personal aim." Hailey snorted dismissively, "Bianca is desperate to let loose, and you don't really trust anyone on this ship besides Icarus, and maybe your new friend. But you see, this is much more simple," the young woman smiled softly, "even with all of his secrets, and his meaningless fascination with Thalia's powers, the captain is my friend, and that's all there is to it."
"So you aren't after the glory of retrieving the Fleece?" Annabeth frowned suspiciously, while she straightened her back, finally realizing that they weren't going to fight.
"It is difficult to hunger for glory when you see the stuff I've seen." Hailey grinned as an answer, her attention returning to Charles while he started to row towards the small beach, "But admittedly, I'd enjoy telling Icarus that he owes me, and he owes me big...I'd have preferred to not have two kids as inexperienced as you are with me, but you won't desist, I know that much."
Charles realized where the conversation was going and he wasted no time in descending to the rowing boat beyond the bulwark of the Adamas, soon followed by Hailey, who tossed over her shoulder: "So, are you coming?"
After the two younger girls exchanged another meaningful stare, they were quick to join the first two members of the Adamas. And if even Annabeth felt a bit safer in having the guide and power of Charles and Hailey on her side beside the stalwart but inexperienced Bianca, she kept quiet about it: otherwise, she'd be the one to never hear the end of it.
AN
YES! With the next couple of chapters, we can finally close this Odyssey-Arc!
I glossed over the storm because we've already seen a few of those, and I was more interested in Bianca's reaction than anything else, after all, this is the first half of her introductory chapter. Or at least the one in which she gets her 'baptism of fire', so to speak.
I also managed to give Annabeth's opinion on the people currently on the Adamas, an opinion that is more or less accurate. Not much actually happens in this chapter, but I needed to make up for the utter lack of characterization in my story up until now, so bear with it please.
Once again, opinions on Bianca? Canon-wise, the only thing we know of her personality is that she wanted to have fun without having to look after her brother, and I'm using Annabeth to train her in order to work a bit on the characterization that I have more or less ignored up until now. So I made her eager of keep going, and with a more or less hidden desire to stretch her wings.
We also see something of Hailey's mentality, which I'll explore further eventually, and Annabeth is clever enough to pick up on the implications of Pan's death, along with Charles's excited demeanor when it comes to the Fleece. If she's a bit cynic after being triked by Prometheus and after so long spent with Icarus as 'model', well, we can hardly blame her, can we?
Opinions? Hopes?
The next chapter will be a fun one, one that hopefully will inject a different kind of action in the story, as well as to set up the next, much shorter and intense, Arc.