Chapter 17

Hey, I'm back! I just finished my finals, and I am free to write this!

Logan POV

I know Psyche said she was fine, but as we can all tell by now, she's not. I know she says she needs space, but I feel that sometimes, saying you need something isn't the same as actually needing something. Also, I hear her crying in her bedroom at night. After that "intervention" as we called it didn't work, we were at a loss for ideas. Also, considering she very loudly started singing 'I don't wanna do this anymore' by XXXTENTACION, I'd say she has a lot of demons she needs to conquer. And Uncle Apollo…

Anyway, as we were sailing, we all heard a distant roar.

"What the heck was that?" I asked.

"You expect me to know, o wise one?" Adrian replied.

Apparently, no one knew what it was, until we were right on top of it. It was yet another hellhound. It's like some cosmic force (I think I know who…) somehow couldn't think of LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE to put in our way.

I was not letting anyone else get stabbed on this ship. Especially since Psyche was actually on board with us today.

Luckily, we had legends from all corners of mythology.

"Magnus! You're some immortal dead guy, right?" I yelled.

"Yeah…kind of. Why?" he responded.

"Well your talking sword? Get that thing out, and have it bust some moves! Wait…you know what I mean!" I yelled back.

He seemed to give an annoyed expression at his collarbone, and then proceeded to take out his necklace with that Nordic rune on it.

"Yo, Jack!" he yelled, "We need you for a crazy shadow dog."

And then, the legendary (apparently) Sumarbrander appeared.

"What is it, dude?" it…asked. What?

"Aforementioned shadow dog." Magnus replied. "It's trying to kill us, and someone here, got very close to it already."

"All right. Here we go again," Jack said.

Jack proceeded to fly around the hellhound, distracting it, talking about which portrayal of the Joker was best, (he says Mark Hamill, and I totally agree with him,) and how Michael Keaton's Batman could beat Christian Bale's in any fight. (on that, not so much.)

However, hellhounds seem to have no concept of the quality of various Batman actors, it attacked. Jack dodged, and then, stabbed it in the head.

"No blood. Nice." Jack said, with the power to quip after brutally murdering something prowess of James Bond.

"Yeah, just, you need to save your energy, man." Magnus said.

After that…whatever that was, I decided to talk to Psyche.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked.

"I'm fine, Logan. You don't have to worry about me. I'm just…not the same." She said defensively.

Either Psyche was quoting the Fray, or she really doesn't want me to worry, it doesn't matter.

"I feel like I do, though. You can talk. It's just you and me here. No one else, no Apollo, no giant monster trying to kill us." I reasoned.

"The talking sword was weird," she said. "But I just don't know what to do."

"You can start by talking" I said in what I hope was a comforting tone.

It was then when she broke down crying.

"I just…don't know what to do! I'm totally useless in a fight, and almost die in the process, my head's been making me feel all these crazy things, and telling me to do things to myself that are just…" she said, choking between sobs. "Everyone always had these giant expectations. 'the child of Percy and Annabeth Jackson! She'll do amazing things, I'm sure of it!' Well I haven't, okay?! I'm just some girl who got stabbed, and is living on a boat, trying to stop some crazy Titans from sacrificing me to resurrect their even crazier dad! I don't even know how to even do that? Kill them? I'm just the one in the group who doesn't do anything special, and cheers everyone else on." She said sadly.

"Hey, you know those things aren't true." I said, wiping the tears streaming down her face.

"You're the smartest person I've ever met. You've made these plans to stop the Titans, provided you're not in your room, and you're the greatest girlfriend anyone could ask for." I said reassuringly.

She looked at me with sad, greenish gray eyes, that seemed to come from a sick dolphin.

"Then WHY am I feeling this way?" she pleaded.

"I don't know. But you're going to get through them. But that won't happen if you repress them and hide from your friends. I can tell you that." I answered.

"…ok…" she said softly.