Okay, I am so so so sorry for my late update. I promise, I did not mean to keep you waiting, but, because of my need to gamble with my fellow students (see below for full story), and because of my new honor choir gig, I feel like my head is going to explode. There's also the fact that I'm at my grandparents and they don't have wi-fi. I have to TRAVEL to acquire internet. The only reason I'm gonna update now is because I love you, and because Ghost77731 gave me puppy dog eyes. (Darn you. I can't resist the eyes.)
FULL STORY: Okay, so my Writing teacher goes: Alright, class, we're going to write a mystery/suspense story! Naturally, I blurted out my feelings: AWESOME! I'M GONNA WRITE, LIKE, A HUNDRED PAGE NOVEL!
Then, naturally, Dylan opens up his mouth and says: I bet you ten dollars she's not really gonna write 100 pages.
And I'm like: Bring it on!
And so that is how my mind is hurting right now. Along with my math homework.
Combine that with my dad's love of making me run laps just makes me want to cry.
If you want me to post the story, I can change the names and make it a PJO one.
Now to my lovely ducklings! May you forever continue to swim in the pond that is my story! *crickets chirp* or you can just read it! *loud cheers*
X: I would have PM'd you with advise, but I couldn't. DO NOT TELL. DO NOT. K, if your friend wants to keep it a secret, let her. But, you need to have 'the talk' with him. Let him know… that if he hurts your friend, you will personally beat him over the head with a baseball bat until he falls unconscious at your feet. That's what I did to my best friends boyfriend… I got expelled, but it was worth it… He never got near her again. (I'm jk. But it helps to threaten him. You have to be protective.)
Also, my muse is my best friend who doesn't like PJO. But she's hilarious. And I need her to write. I also need Ice cream. Lots and Lots of Ice Cream.
Annabeth Chase the Wise Girl: Oh my gods! School! The horror *chokes and shrivels to the ground* I'm okay! I'm okay! You know, if you want to know what happens you could just ask…Wait you did! Um… Enjoy!
Cemedance: The feels! Enjoy!
Ultra Happy Peep: Let us now virtually sob together: *SOBS* Okay, I'm better. No, I'm not the feels!
OH MY GODS IF RUMPLE KILLS HENRY I WILL TEAR OUT HIS GUTS WITH MY BEAR HANDS! New episode tonight! We have hope! Kind of
One hour later: wait, never mind, I just watched it… OMFG THE FEELINGS! SOBBING, PAIN!
Another week later: *SOBS*
Sorry about the depressingness, I'm dying inside from like, 5 cliffhangers.
Oceanus changed form. I want them to get Percy back before I bring Sally in, because I love her and I can't cause her stress.
Tdog is! He's one of my favorite authors!
And thank you for keeping your name, it would be tough to review response to you otherwise… And it means a ton to me that you like my story enough to keep using the same penname.
ClaraoftheSea: Um… Duh!
7NationArmy: I'd have a story of feels. In a day, it would be longer than this one will ever be.
Christinazhangsw: Still think that?
Song of the Chapter: Titanium-the cover on YouTube by zeldaxlove64 OMG THAT GIRL IS AMAZING!
Question: Do you know how many days until the HOH? I do! 212… SO MANY DAYS! That's 31 weeks! *Cries*
Thank you and behold the next chapter!
Annabeth POV
The room was spinning. I had to tell Thalia, Thalia about the deal I had agreed to. I had five minutes left to be myself. Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds. Four minutes and-
"Annabeth? What deal?" her voice shakes me from my time meter. I look up at her with a soft gaze, grey eyes begging for forgiveness before she even knows what I did. My fevered brain vaguely registers that Nico and Poseidon have left. My fingers automatically stroke Percy's limp curls.
"The deal… my voice shakes and I clear my throat. I can't sound weak. Not in front of her. "I have to fight for him." I whisper, bit I know she hears me.
"For who? Percy?" She questions, curiosity burning in her voice.
I never take my eyes off of hers. "Kronos." I breathe, and her sapphire orbs harden, it's a glare, not meant for me, but I still flinch back, and Percy stirs underneath my hand.
My eyes find the ground, and tears wet my lashes. "Promise me something?" I ask the only person I can trust to do this.
Her voice is thick with the tears I know are going to fall as soon as the connection cuts. "Anything-" She starts, but I quickly stop her with my final request.
"Kill me." I'm looking straight at her now, my pleading eyes begging for a way out. Her own eyes harden, and I feel as though I'm about to die. I'm so far away from her, yet I can feel Ozone charge the air around me. Percy whimpers slightly and I pull him too me, seeking to protect, and protection.
"No." She snarls, and a steady river leaks from my eyes.
"Why not? I whisper brokenly. Why can't she understand that this has to happen? I can't fight them, but I can't hurt Percy. CAN'T. CAN'T. CAN'T. Can't.
"Why do you want me to?" To answer a question with a question.
"He'll let Percy go once I die. He swore on the River Styx."
Her face takes on a mischievous grin, and her eyes have the light I know so well from so many years ago. "What if I killed you, but you didn't die?"
DEMIGOD NINJA LINE BREAK THAT IS CURRENTLY SOBBING OVER THE LAST OUAT EPISODE…EVEN THOUGH DEMIGODS CAN'T WATCH TV… *Sniff* I'm okay now. I'M TO THE GODS AND WHAT THE TARTARUS THEY'RE DOING RIGHT NOW!
Here are four more examples of when people don't think before they say:
Piper: WHERE ARE THEY?
Leo: WE DON'T KNOW
Piper: WELL LET'S FIND OUT!
Leo: Nah, I'm gonna eat my burnt cookies…
Now for one example of something helpful…
Piper: *beats Leo up*
Now for Poseidon, and his reaction to the Iris Message:
Poseidon POV
"Why Percy? Why now? He doesn't deserve this. No one deserves this." These thoughts race through my mind as I dive into the water. I need to think.
I went back to my castle under the sea, going to the room I had designed just for my son. I wasn't like the other gods, I truly appreciated my son, and I wanted him to be mine. I wanted him to stay with me.
This was the room he had collapsed in after the Battle of Manhattan, this was the place that my son had called home after Paul started moving in. It wasn't that Percy didn't like Paul, no, he did, Percy just needed space. We all did. And so, Percy had come to me. We had grown much closer over that year. Much, much closer.
I missed my son, I wanted him back. I didn't want him broken like he was, I ESPECIALLY did not want Oceanus in control of him. Oceanus was my most feared opponent, and they had Polybotes as well. And they had Percy.
My son was already fragile, especially after Luke.
Luke. That name still made me clench my knuckles in anger. The tan skin turned white with the force of my rage. But, I took a deep breath. I would deal with him later.
Right now, my son, my baby boy had been kidnapped for the second, no, third time, and I, HIS FATHER, had not done a thing.
This time, I would.
This time, I would be there for him.
This time, I would be there to protect him.
My son.
Um… I'm out of Ideas. Schist. I'M out of ideas. Wait…GOT ONE COMIN ON! AMAZINGLY PURPLE SHARKY BATH TOY WHO IS BEING PLAYED WITH BY A DEMIGOD LINEBREAK. To Percy's POV.
(In case you didn't catch it, it's Percy's POV)
I could hear voices. They were comforting, and I unconsciously leaned into the warmth. Warmth was nice and I felt safe. Safe…How long had it been since I was safe. I never was, not really. I allowed myself to savor this feeling, Oceanus had promised that he would not be kind, and I wanted to be kept safe. I missed the comfort of home.
Of being oblivious to pain. Of being Titanium.
Being Titanium, nothing bad ever happened, nothing unmanageable anyway. Being Titanium, you were innocent, nothing could touch you. Being Titanium, you were on fire, and people were attracted to your fire, you never liked the attention, that they relied on you. But you deal with it. You let them use you as a shield, because you are Titanium.
Well not anymore. Now you are dirt, the pitiful creature who relies on others for protection. A part of you, the part that everyone knows, the part that's controlled the majority of your life, tells you to get off the ground, to stop being a burden, and to help, to get us out. This is the part of you, who you instinctively listen to, who IS who you are.
So why do you want to listen to the small, but growing urge, to lean back, and let someone else do it. You need to be there to help them, you have to grow up so that they don't have to. So why do you want to just stop? Why are you shutting down NOW? They don't deserve this. You have to be there for them…
But you don't want to be. You're so tired. Want to, Need to help them. Wish you could help yourself. No. Don't be selfish Percy. Be good. Get Annabeth out of here. Then worry about you. You need to take care of yourself. Can't be weak. Need to help. Need to REST.
The voices are getting louder. I whimper, I don't want them to be loud, can't they see I'm arguing with myself?
Annabeth instantly turns her attention to me. No, Anna don't do that, I'm not important.
I'm not important. This realization has me choking out a laugh, I'm not important. I'm not. Prophesy? Fulfilled, I turned 16 weeks ago. It was weeks right? It could be years… I don't know.
I'm so tired. I just want to rest? Can I rest? Can I stop being the hero for an hour? I want to sleep, here, while I feel safe.
"Anna?" I croak out, and I hate the way I sound, weak and defeated.
She answers immediately, and I find myself craving her voice, her touch, they way her hand lingers on my hair, and the way her fingers are laced through mine. No. I tell myself this firmly. You don't deserve her.
"Yeah, Perce? You need something?" She asks. Do I need something? She does care! She wants me. I am important, she cares about what I want! My heart soars, and every part of me hopes that she means it, that she does care about me, that she is going to take care of me, that she wants to care for me, and that she will. That she loves me, the way I love her.
"Can I rest?" I ask, and she answers me yes, and so I do, leaning into her gentle embrace, all thoughts of being unloved, unwanted, and unimportant, banished.
And then, I'm left wondering how they got there in the first place.
Sorry, but I have to leave you here, the McDonalds guy will only let you use the WiFi for so long… Again, words cannot express how sorry I am for the late update. But, I'm spending 18 hours in a car/airplane over the next week, so, I should get some more inspiration (My muse is still sick) or just some more sleep. *Yawns* speaking of sleep…HOLY CRAP IT'S 12:45 AM! Wait…I'm at my grandparents so it's really only 9:46… K. *Yawns* I'm gonna get to bed, as always, leave a review, if you want, I'm not gonna beg, but I'm not gonna post anything until we have 200. *takes a sip of sprite, then looks at her AWESOME GRANDMA'S computer* HOLY SCHIST! 197 REVEIWS?! Thanks so much for that, guys! I love you all, and I hope to update in less than a week. Byez!