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I sat thinking about what would happen when I got there. I was on a civilian Boeing 747 back to the Manhattan. Hopefully… No. I don't even want to think about it. "I gave up that life. I am never going back." I thought to myself. Comfortable with that thought, I gently drifted to sleep to ease the stress of the long stretch ahead.
Fun fact — The flight time from Erbil, Iraq to Manhattan, Kansas is almost 14 hours ;o
Walking through Manhattan Airport made me nostalgic about the good times I've had here. Hunting down blue waffles at home with Tyson, eating seven layer guacamole dippings with a bucket of nachos, Hell. Throw in horror movie marathons with Jason and Leo. All the memories started flowing in at once. I heard someone shout my name and I instantly snapped out of my daydream. I turned around to see my mother, Sally and my sister, Abilene waving at me. I flashed them with a smile bigger then Apollo's chick magnet sun chariot. I stumbled through the legions of people pushing to get out of the airport. After my time in Iraq, I missed them more then blue pancakes (which is saying something.) I missed every aspect of them, my mom's outgoing personality, my sister's bright blue eyes, I missed everything. They sent me a warm, welcoming smile as my sister burst out "Percy!" as she jumped onto me, nearly toppling me over. "Oomph, you've grown, haven't you?" I snorted out. I walked up to my mom and gave her a hug worthy of a giant. "Ug—- Can't—Breath—" she stammered out loud to which I let go of her and kissed her on the cheek. I was now roughly two inches taller then her so she had to tiptoe up to kiss me back. "Blue pancake with guacamole dip and bubblegum icecream?" I asked, jokingly. "Definitely." she replied, smirking as if she guessed the exact words that came out of my mouth a few moments ago.
Just before we got in the car, I heard a voice behind me "Welcome home, Percy. You've grown so tall." I turned around to see a pretty dark haired girl looking about eight years old standing in a green chiton. "Lady Hestia… It is a… Pleasure… to see you again." I replied in a dark tone, knowing that I was most likely going to regret this. "Oh come on Percy. What have I done to warrant such a negative tone?" she looked at me in amazement. I raised my eyebrow, challenging her to actually ask such a ridiculous question. She simply stood her ground and said "Percy, I'm afraid that you're not going to like this. You see, Lord Zeus has—" "Stop. Okay. Stop write there. My answer is no fucking way in hell. You gods with your disgusting mightier than thee attitudes have made my life hell in every aspect you possibly can dream, then you expect me to nod and scrap at your very feet when you need me, and after that you turn back to torturing me. Guess what. Screw Zeus. Screw you. Screw you all. He can find another demigod to torture." I responded in a hateful tone that Misery herself would be proud of. Hestia looked at me with an face full of sadness. "That was unwise. I only volunteered because I thought we had a better relation then the other gods, but I see that is no longer the case." "Hestia…" I started saying before she cut in. "No more talk." Her face was laced with sadness. She snapped her finger and I instantly fainted. After what felt like forever, I felt my feet planted on solid ground. I was dizzy and my eyesight was blurred. "Well well, isn't it my favorite nephew." boomed someone in front of me. My eyes cleared to reveal the throne room of Olympus, just as majestic and grand as I last saw it. "No shit, Sherlock." I muttered to myself as I steeled myself for trouble.
Hey guys! I'm sorry for the wait. I always keep telling myself to "stop stuffing shit in my head" and to stop procrastinating but I guess I'm a failure! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for all the support you've all shown! I l love you all! :D