BECKENDORF POV: (I DIDN'T KILL HIM CUZ HE'S AWESOME AND LEO'S NOT HERE CUZ I SKIPPED HoO)
To be honest, the Argo II was going better than I thought it would. We had been working on it for three months, Hephaestus kids slaving away to get it done so we could sail to Greece on time.
I was currently in bunker 9 (we found it after the war, along with Festus) watching my sibling work quickly and efficiently. It had been a day since the incident with Prometheus.
The whole camp was in frenzy about it, talking about how much the soldiers scared them and how much more Percy scared them. I just still couldn't believe he was back. But even so, he scared me too. With all of that power he had... I didn't want to think about it. But that whole 'whispering' thing? What was that? Poseidon had explained it to the camp after Percy went to his cabin, and it freaked me out.
The doors to the bunker suddenly slammed open and Percy and three soldiers stepped in. the room was deadly silent. They strode forward purposefully, Percy with a gleam in his eye that I didn't know what to make out of. But at least he wasn't in his assassin gear, he was dressed normally now. He had on a blue tee shirt and I white hoodie, with black skinny jeans and converse. He would look like any other teenager had it not been for his eyes. They scared me crap-less.
"Beckendorf." He said. I stepped forward.
"Y-y-yes," I said in a feeble voice. I cleared my throat. "Yes?" I said stronger this time.
I could now decipher what that gleam in his icy eyes was, anger and impatience.
Ohh she-
He gave me a look that said, "Come the hell hither right now!"
I ran over to him, fear prominent in my eyes. He saw this and seemed to soften a bit.
In a strained voice that told me that many things were remaining unsaid, nasty things, he spoke. "How long will it take for you to finish the ship?"
"U-uh...probably only a couple more days. We just have to finish the outside railings all around, finish putting the floorboards in, finish—"
"I don't CARE what you have to finish, just get it done!" he said through clenched teeth.
The silence in the bunker was deafening, the only sounds coming from the soldiers' and Percy's footsteps as they left. The door closed and everyone simultaneously let out a breath.
"Well guys, you heard him. Get to work!"
PERCY POV:
Now that I had efficiently scared the crap out of the Hephaestus kids to get them to work harder, I was headed to see Thalia. Unfortunately I didn't.
Instead I found the one person I had been trying to avoid the most.
As I walked into the big house I saw Annabeth. As soon as she caught sight of me she ran over and blocked the door.
"Percy, please, just LISTEN to me!" she begged, she looked on the verge of tears.
"Fine, shoot." She looked surprised, like she didn't believe I'd actually listen to her.
"Well, for starters, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I did to you. For ignoring you, cheating on you, making it seem like you weren't important when you are. Percy, you are SO important. Please, for the love of all things that are holy, I beg you to forgive me. I'm sorry!" she was crying now.
I wasn't going to be a jerk and yell at her though, no matter how angry I was at her.
"Don't worry Annabeth, I forgive you." And I did. What happened in the past is over and done with and not important anymore. She looked at me with hope. "But we can never be like we once were." I could see her face drop, her heart deflating.
"B-but you just said you f-forgave me!" she pleaded, tears running down her face. I truly did feel sorry for her then.
"I do. But I love someone else. I'm sorry Annabeth." I turned and walked out of the big house, my hunt for Thalia forgotten. I walked into my cabin and picked up a picture of the camp after the war was over. We were covered in soot and blood, our weapons still drawn and tired as hell; and we couldn't have been happier. I longed for those days, my heart ached and I let out a sob. But I chocked it off before the others heard it. They couldn't have a weak commander, or they would die. If their commander was weak, then so were they, and they couldn't be weak. We had people to protect, innocent children and teens. We had to be strong. But not everyone can be strong all of the time. Not even the mighty Percy Jackson...
3 DAYS LATER ~~ DINNER
I was sitting at a table with all of my friends from the soldier's forces. Zak was telling some stupid joke and Keera was slapping him in the back of the head. We were all laughing and joking around; fully unaware of the fact that one person in the Hephaestus table was missing.
That person came running in, stopping all conversation with the wild look in his eyes.
Beckendorf was panting, hunched over with his hands on his knees. He had apparently run all the way from Bunker 9, as he was covered in engine grease.
"The Argo II is finished! We can sail to Greece!"
