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"Thalia," I wheeze. We had driven for quite a while now; whenever Zoe saw a target sign, she would shoot it.

"What is it, Percy?" Thalia asks, obviously annoyed. I tread the streets of Las Angeles. "Just have some bad memories here." I say, not wishing to tell her the real truth. Hades, death was near, I wince, looking at the streets me and Annabeth had once travelled. Every sight felt familiar. I trudged forward, hoping to keep up with Thalia and the others. Grover was currently at the head of the group. "Hurry up, Percy." Zoe and Bianca yelled in usion.

I sighed, running up again. "Jeez, I'm not a immortal." I teased. This makes Zoe and Bianca wince, in memory. I didn't have a clue why Zoe was wincing, but I knew she probably had a reason. "Look. I don't understand why we are here, but you need to slow down." I laughed.

Zoe's face shows only a hint of a sad smile.

"Well, we are here, because the train stopped, and we need to go to San Diego. And this is along the way." Bianca explains, her hand moving around crazily.

"I see one." I whisper, and point to a white paneled van. Zoe snorts. "I hope you're joking." Bianca whispers. "Kidding." I roll my eyes.

"Thou are ignorant." Zoe sneered half laughing. I smile and shake my head slightly. "Come on, Kelp Head. Keep up. You were nice and fast earlier." Thalia said, having caught up with the rest of them.

I looked around, at the streets Annabeth and me had navigated what felt like so long ago. I felt tears brewing up in my eyes, and I wipe them away with my sleeve. "You know Percy, you don't have to be so sad all the time." Bianca snorts, I chuckle and wipe away more tears, surely but slowly, we make our way to the dealership. More like stealership, "I'll do it. Technically, I'm not a registered person of the world." Zoe whispers, looking over a bush. "That one." I point to a dark but stable van. Everyone nods. "Good find." Grover bleats and pats my arm.


"Look, Kelp-head, I hate to burst your bubble, but just because you wake up screaming for her every night, doesn't mean that you'll be the one to save her!" Thalia screamed at me. My fists were clenched and angry tears ran down much my face. "Look, Pinecone face. If you want me to go, that's fine. I'm staying." I yell at her. A bolt of lighting hits my chest, sending me back into a wall. I scream like an animal, and a hurricane builds up behind me. This time Thalia screams, but not in anger, in fear. She runs behind a wall, and my scream still lasts. Thalia looks over the wall, and her eyes widen.

"Percy, calm down!" She screams. It's only then I realize that multiple poisons and water have been emptied into my hurricane. I look back in horror, thinking of Bianca and her sacrifice. (Sorry. I didn't want to write that. It makes me sad.)

The hurricane dies down, and I wish I could kill myself with my sword, and I would have, if it weren't for Annabeth. "Let's go," Zoe says. She's gotten better at English, I'll give her that. I hop in the dark van, a scared Thalia by my side. "Idiot," she mutters. I think about reminding her that I can hear her, but what's the point only getting madder?


"Really," Zoe sighs, exasperated. She has just done something with the dragon, and I was begging Artemis to let me take the weight of the world. "Percy, no!" She Zoe and Thalia would beg. Thalia looked like she was about to cry, but she masked it up by glaring at me. "Seaweed brain, you can't!" Annabeth yelled. I only glanced at her miserably. "It is a wonder she was able to hold it up for so long. She has got the sport of the true huntress." Artemis begged. "Let me take take wait of the world. Before she could react,I cut the chains and pushed her to the ground. Then, I held up the rock.

Not exactly the best vacation plan, I thought. The pain made me numb, made me want to cry out. My breathing was heavy. Annabeth clung to my torso, "Percy..." she whispered. She cried into my t-shirt. I watched as the battle unfolded. Eventually, Annabeth's Dad picked them up. Atlas had missed and was sent spiraling off the mountain. I was destined to hold this up forever. I swear, I'm getting used to this. At least I think. My vision is still blurry and red, but I'm more fit now. I know I won't be the one of the prophecy. I cry, knowing Annabeth will now get Luke. Happy for her, I guess. So, I wait. Will they get me? Will Annabeth come and embrace me again? I have no clue. Wake me up when September ends.