No Turning Back

AN/ I'd like to thank everyone who left a review. Thanks for all the names! But I picked Allegra M choice because I think it fits Percy well. Pairings are still uncertain, but I know my sneaky mind is forming a love triangle. Suggestions are appreciated. :P

Chapter 1: Celebrations.

"What do you want, Castellan."

I grinned as she faced me, one eyebrow raised. She was an entirely different person tonight, from the warrior I've come to love over the past hundred years. She was wearing a dark blue dress, and black flats. It was the first time I've seen her without her armor or cape, and she looked amazing.

I smiled as I realize she was wearing almost no jewelry except the silver bracelet I got her. At the time, the bracelet was a sign of my appreciation for the former Hero of Olympus. But I'll tell you, you'll notice certain things in a person you've known for millennia.

Aella Jackson Omega was pretty much the same when she was still Percy Jackson. But at the same time very different.

Aella seemed to have let go of that part of her life, and she didn't seem as broken as what I expected. She was still annoying and as oblivious as ever but unlike Percy, she accepted leadership. She did was right, always managing to make a plan where no soldier was left behind. She took the missions seriously, but made jokes and comments here and there. She was still the same prankster One-hundred years ago, but just the same fearless leader.

So, yeah the bracelet became much more than a sign of appreciation.

"Well, dear commander Omega." I did a fake bow as she laughed and rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't want to miss the celebration, now would you? They're giving free candy." I smiled.

Aella hated it when we called her Commander or Ma'am or Boss or anything like that. So, we liked to say it as much as possible. Each and every Element did so, because who wouldn't want to poke fun at the fearless leader for a change.

The army was divided by ability, or Elements. Each team had their own specialty and leader. There were the Generals who were assigned to facilitate everything according to their special ability. And there's the Commander, who had two lieutenants. Finally, above all is Lady Chaos.

"No thanks, Castellan. I'm trying to lose a few pounds." She shifted under my gaze. The moment she declined the offer for free candy I knew there was something wrong. I didn't ask though, I've learned that Aella got more stubborn as the years came. I closed the glass door to the terrace and walked to her. I sat beside her on the terrace fence and looked at the stars.

The sitting on the ledge part wasn't entirely dangerous. Yeah, we could get some serious brain damage if we fell, but everyone with Lady Chaos' blessing healed quickly. The only time you could die is when you either sacrifice yourself or die, as in legit dying, at battle. Plus, it's not like I would actually let her fall.

"Are you coming?" She asked. I bit my lip before I could say anything. Lady Chaos' had issued about the largest and the worst mission ever. Half of the army was sent on a secret task, while the half was supposed to accompany the Commander.

Why is it the worst?

Apparently, Nyx is plotting to take over the world. And somehow, she managed to convince the other titans, giants, etc. to help her. It was going to be one of the bloodiest wars ever and according to Lady Chaos, we can't just watch the Olympians get beaten up, up here in our safe "heaven."

Our mission, apparently, was to help the gods and train the demigods. Because who wouldn't want that? This whole army consisted of demigods, nymphs, old gods, heroes, ghosts that hated the Olympians.

"Of course, Jackson. I wouldn't let you come back there alone, plus, you can't have all the fun." I nudged her shoulder playfully, and she laughed.

"What about Zoe?"

"Zoe is finishing up on her current mission. She'll be late, but she'll be there. Your two lieutenants are reporting for duty, ma'am!" I fake saluted and Aella visibly relaxed. A grin grew on her face in an instant, and she turned to me. Her sea green eyes were sparkling and I forced a smile to hide a blush.

It was a trick I learned, so every time Aella did something stupid and cute I wouldn't blush like a fool. The tips of my ears would turn red though, and if in a hundred years did she notice. She didn't say anything.

"Well? What are we doing here then? Nakamura lost a bet to Michael and you know Yew with his crazy ideas." She grabbed my hand and dragged me inside.

"Annabeth?"

The blonde didn't turn around as I called. Her back was facing me, so I couldn't see her facial expression but the silent sobbing was obvious. The daughter of Athena was wearing a light green dress and grey flats. Her hair was tied in a complicated bun, something my sisters worked really hard on.

"It's been a hundred years, Annabeth. You know, he's not alive anymore..."

She didn't answer so I walked and stood beside her on the terrace garden. All the Heroes were blessed to become immortal a month after Percy was proven innocent. The blessing was supposed to help us fin him, but no such luck.

I admit that we gave up searching fifty years ago, We meaning the Greeks. The bond between the Romans and the Greeks was broken the moment they found out what we did to Percy. The Romans, alongside with the Hunters of Artemis, were still looking, even though they knew it was hopeless.

I realized my mistake three months after Jason broke up with me. He was mad at me for betraying one of our most loyal friends, and I was too blind to realize he was right. I even tried to charmspeak him into loving me again but that only made him angrier. And now I'm alone because of my stubborn pride and Jealousy.

Yeah, I was jealous of what he and Annabeth had that it blinded me.

"Why are we celebrating this day, again?" Her voice cracked at the end.

Today, August 18, was Riptide Day. It was a day dedicated to the Hero of Olympus. The party was hosted at Mt. Olympus itself. Every camper goes, even the Romans and Hunters but there seems to be an invisible line at the dance floor they can't cross.

The legend of Percy Jackson was alive among the campers of both camps, but only the old and Roman campers knew why he "left".

"It's a day dedicated to the person who saved us a million times." I answered.

"But, why are we pretending we didn't do anything wrong. When we're the reason he's gone."

She asks this everyday, and I don't even know how to answer that. Sometimes, I like to convince myself that if Percy was alive, maybe he would forgive us. Or if he knew he was welcome, he would come home and everything would go back to normal. But I knew the difference between fantasy and reality.

I took a tissue from my purse and used my hand to move her head so she was looking at me. I wiped the ruined makeup from her face, and hugged her as she started sobbing again.

"This the closest we've got to an apology." I whispered as I patted her back.

AN/ Too short? LEt me know what you think. And don't forget to suggest a pairing. :P