Well, I have to say I'm very disappointed. Only eight reviews!
I'm not waiting to post the next chapter, because I want you to know what happens. Only the eight reviewers deserve it though . So consider it a late Hanukkah present, because I thought about it all Hanukkah but never got to it. And I'll try to upload one for Christmas and Kwanzaa.
This one is pathetically short. I was going to combine it with the next chapter, but I first want your input on something.
Does Percy tell Annabeth or not?
One of my awesome reviewers, Elmlea, has shown me a couple of ways it could work out (Percy hiding it). I kind of already know what I'm going to do, but I'll take your votes into account.
But here's the catch- your vote will not be counted unless you accompany it with a review.
You have until Christmas to leave your review.
Disclaimer- I do not own Percy Jackson. If I did, the Blood of Olympus would be out already * ahem, ahem, Rick Riordan *.
Enjoy!
Percy crossed the border, downcast. With he had scheduled X-rays and some fancy-sounding scans for the next day. The secretary, Julie, had promised to check out some organizations to help Percy pay for this. By the time Dr. Maddox and his nurse, Heather, had finished updating Percy on his "situation", night had fallen. Shoot. Curfew…
Percy made his way to the Big House, one hand on Riptide in case a harpy decided to eat the naughty little boy out of bed. Chiron had asked Percy to tell him what had happened when he came back, and Percy desperately needed to talk to someone. An adult.
He reached the Big House and stepped inside. He knocked softly on Chiron's door, and it opened right away. Chiron had definitely been waiting up for him. He was still dressed, and his light was on. The Iliad was open on his desk and Dean Martin played softly from a speaker. It was, surprisingly, bearable, soft instead of Dean Martin's loud whine. "Come in, sit down."
"So what did he say?" Chiron asked, when Percy had perched himself on the desk, there having been no chairs in the room.
Percy wasn't sure exactly how to say it, but he said it anyway.
"It's cancer, Chiron."
For a split second Chiron's eyes filled with tears, but then he became the rock Percy had always known- strong in times of need, caring, stalwart, immortal. And for the first time since the shock of the morning, Percy let his emotions free.
This is the last (pathetically) short chapter. From now on I will be combining chapters to make long ones for you.
Happy belated Hanukkah!