4/17/20

It's me again, not much to say other than I'm trying to get a chapter out every other day. As for ships, I probably won't do any in this story, but if I finish this, I might do a sequel with a ship. The sequel won't start from a cliffhanger and would be

Also! Percy didn't fall into the river Styx when he fell into Tartarus, he fell into the Acheron, but it felt like the Styx because it all the pain he had felt before resurface. Sorry for not clarifying that.

All characters Belong to Rick Riordian.

Wordcount: 831

The Reunion

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Percy POV:

Percy awoke with a groan. He shook the sleepiness out of his head and opened his eyes. He frowned, he couldn't see anything out of his left eye, but he could tell it was open. Suddenly, the memories from last night came flooding back. As he scanned the room, his hand drifted to his pocket. He was back inside Hades temple. Vengeance was laying next to the door, and the Alter to Hades had several items he couldn't make out on it.

The door opened, and a large figure ducked into the room. It stood about 10 feet tall and had silver hair. It wore a janitors uniform, and held a large broom.

"Bob?" Percy questioned, "What are you doing here?"

The Titan grinned at him, "Percy said my name! Percy said Bob!"

"So you jumped into Tartarus because I said your name?"

Bob raised his eyebrows, "You needed help. You were hurt." He frowned, "I couldn't heal the owie on your eye though."

Percy felt the scar on his face, "You did all you could, thank you." Bob beamed at Percy, before moving over to help Percy stand up.

Once Percy was standing, Bob rushed over to the Alter and gathered the objects that lay on it. Once Bob brought the objects over, he realized what they were. There was a canteen, likely filled with nectar, a ziplock bag filled with ambrosia, and a gleaming set of Bronze armor, the same that was issued at Camp half-blood.

"Gifts from the gods," Bob explained.

"Huh," Percy muttered. He had always assumed the gods hated him. Nearly half the council had voted to have him killed a few years ago, after all. He thought that the gods only used him as a pawn, but he supposed they did care after all.

Bob broke him out of his musings, "We must leave soon, the Defeated one is coming."

"The Defeated one?" Percy questioned, "Who is that?"

"You should know him, you do carry his weapon after all," Bob said, pointing at his scythe, Vengeance.

3rd person POV (Camp Half-Blood):

The camp was quiet, campers going about their business in silence. The Roman army was marching for camp half-blood. Traps were being prepared, minefields set, campers being trained. It was eerily similar to the years leading to the Battle of Manhattan. The counselors had been called for a meeting in the big house. The hunters had arrived, as well, looking to help their greek allies, the tension between the two groups removed after fighting together after the titan war.

Chiron looked to have aged a hundred years since the Argo II had first set out, beard and hair gaining several grey strands. As the counselors sat around the ping-pong table, they noticed Chirons grim expression, like he had just heard his son had died.

Malcolm, who was the counselor of the Athena cabin in place of Annabeth, cleared his throat, "Chiron, you called us all here?"

Chiron nodded, "I have news from the gods. The Athena Parthenos has been successfully found," there were several cheers at this, most prominently from Malcolm, " but it was not retrieved without cost." At this, the cheering died down.

"Annabeth?" Thalia murmured, "Is she…?" Chiron shook his head, "No, Annabeth is fine, but Perseus…" Chiron faltered.

"Kelp Head? Oh gods," Thalia muttered, "Is…. Is he… dead?" Mustering up his courage, Chiron shook his head, "No. At least, not yet. He has fallen into Tartarus."

The entire room went silent. A pin could fall an inch and be heard. Then, the room was filled with outbursts and denial. Some of the counselors even bust into tears.

"He can't be in…in….in there!" one of the counselors shouted. Chiron shook his head. Cries of, "he's as good as dead," and, "We're doomed!" filled the room.

"Shut up! All of you!" Clarisse shouted, "This is Prissy we are talking about, he has a knack for doing the impossible. He caused a volcano to explode with him inside and he survived! The brat will make it out, mark my words."

The counselors thought about this, before cheering in agreement.

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And that's a wrap, folks! Sorry that not much happened in this chapter, it's a bit of an intermission. As for my next upload, it will probably be on Monday.

Bring Zoe Back?

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No: 3