Hey guys! Hows it going? I'm doing pretty well myself. I'm completely (physically and mentally) exhausted though from my All State rehearsal last night. It was so late... I'm so tired... Anyways, thanks for all the reviews last chapter! Never underestimate my power of getting a good Perzoë relationship going in the remaining chapters of this fanfic. I've got some ideas. ;) (That's your cue to be worried.) Glad everyone is anticipating the coming war, but that's not this chapter. So sad. Anyways, I think that's enough me-commentary. Let's get on with the story! I own nothing but please enjoy this wonderous chapter. :)

PS: Sorry, but no lemons in this story. Or probably any of my stories, if we're being honest. Feel free to take situations from here and make them into your own lemons though!

Percy's POV

As soon as we all calmed down, Chaos dismissed us from his office with a few parting words. "I'll see you in twenty four hours. Use your time wisely!"

The first five hours passed quickly. I ate some good old cafeteria food and accomplished most of my packing. I didn't have much to pack, seeing as how this was just going to be a quick war and then we'd be back home. But I didn't want to burn through all my clothes that I brought and then be forced to wear ratty stuff, so I conjured up some more shirts and pants to pack.

Just as I was trying to stuff everything in the suitcase, a knock came from my door.

"One second!" I huffed. How embarrassing would it be to have someone catch me struggling to close a simple suitcase? I didn't want to deplete my energy so soon by using my powers, though.

There was more knocking, insistent this time.

"Gimme a minute," I called, an edge on my voice. I was already frustrated with this luggage; who would be impatient enough to keep knocking after I told them to wait? If it was that important, Dad would've just popped right into my room. He would've have bothered with formalities unless he was bored. And even then, he would've been able to wait a few hours when he sees me again, right?

The knocking continued. I growled, the sound reverberating in my throat, as I punched my suitcase in a small fit of rage and marched towards the front door.

Flinging open the door, I exclaimed, "What do you— Zoë?" I interrupted myself before finishing in a confused, slightly quieter voice.

Said huntress smiled shyly at me. (I know. Who ever thought shy and huntress would be in the same sentence? Let alone referring to Zoë!) "Hey, Raven. Can I come in? I need to talk to you."

I swallowed hard. I needed to talk to her too, but I was going to wait until after the war. I didn't want her to reject my love for her and then remember our last meeting as the time she rebuked my feelings.

Instead of actually saying any of that, I simply opened the door wider. "Come on in."

Zoë didn't speak again until after the door was closed. She was looking at my open suitcase, observing my efforts.

"You're packing a lot of clothes," she stated.

"Don't want to run out of clothes," I explained.

"You could always conjure up some more while we're there."

"Look, Zoë. Why are you here? You didn't just come to discuss packing strategies with me, did you?" I changed the subject, being to get impatient. I only had nineteen hours left. I didn't want to spend them talking nonsense.

Zoë turned away from my questioning gaze to stare at the pictures on my wall. She traced a finger along the frame of a picture of my mother.

"She's so pretty," Zoë breathed.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Zoë..." I promoted.

She turned back to me and visibly steeled her nerves. "Raven," she started, "I have a confession to make."

My mind immediately assumed the worst. Was she a spy? Was she a traitor? Was she going to lead us into a trap? I gulped. "What is it?" I asked, trepidation laced in my words.

Zoë took a deep breath. This secret must be a big one, I thought. It looks like it's eating away at her! What could it possibly be?

"Raven..." Zoë said hesitantly. "I... I like you."

I blinked. "Yeah. I like you too, Zoë. That's why we're friends."

Zoë rolled her eyes and huffed out a laugh. "No, you idiot. I like-like you."

I blinked again, not comprehending her words. Did the girl I have a crush on just say she likes me too? No, couldn't be.

I voiced this thought to Zoë. "You can't have a crush on me."

She he crossed her arms, glaring at me. "And why not?" She challenged.

"Cause that'd make things too easy!" I protested.

Zoë stared at me, disbelieving. "What are you talking about?"

I shrugged. "Life is never this easy for me! It's much too coincidental that I have a crush on you, and you have a crush on me back. I was expecting you to secretly hate me or to have renewed your Huntress vows or something!" I explained.

Zoë stared at me and then blinked once. "So what you're saying is... You have a crush on me?"

I turned red. "Did I say that out loud?"

Zoë walked towards me, smirking slightly. Unconsciously, I took several steps back until I bumped into the wall behind me. Zoë kept walking until she was only a few inches from me, dangerously close.

"If you have a crush on me, you wouldn't mind if I did something, would you?" She whispered, looking up at me with the cutest expression possible.

"What?" I squeaked out.

"This."

With th that one word said, she closed the gap between us, causing our lips to meet. At first, I panicked. She's a Huntress! My brain yelled. But then it melted and stopped protesting.

Maybe it's a good thing I didn't wait...

Hey guys! :) It was a romantic chapter! Ooh! Let me know what you think. I'm not great at romance writing. Anyways, next chapter will be regular 4 day, so Monday! :) See you then!