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Chapter 8.2: Stupid Plans and...Plot Twists?!

Third Person POV

Percy raised his hand and the sea, hundreds of feet below them, started to churn. Jason continued to strike Percy with lightning and wind. Some hitting its mark and others, not quite. With Percy's state of mind, the lightning has started weakening him, but not enough to stop him from throwing a small hurricane in Jason's direction.

The son of Jupiter hit the floor of the deck. Dazed, he stood up and shouted to Leo, his voice loud enough not to be carried away by the wind. "Leo! What happened to your stupid plan?"

Leo looked at him distractedly. "Just...one more second!"

"One, zero," Jason counted impatiently and sarcastically. "Well?"

"One hundred more seconds!" Leo yelled back.

Jason suddenly slammed sideways against the ship's wall. Percy stood in front of him.

"Goodbye Grace..." he muttered darkly. Not his usual voice. He thrust the Riptide towards Jason's throat, and the gladius at Jason's chest.

With no time to think, Jason maneuvered his javelin in front of him like a steering wheel and pushed forward, and the two swords hit the hard wooden stick instead. Jason kicked Percy, and Poseidon's son fell on the floor.

As Percy stood up once more, Jason saw him smirk cruelly. His dark hair was blowing in the wind's direction just over his eyes. Percy raised both hands and water built up around him. He was in his own personal hurricane again.

Water buffeted Jason. Closing his eyes, he yanked his gladius from the javelin and stabbed blindly. He apparently missed because it did not hit anything but water. In desperation, he summoned the wind around him, and commanded it to swirl really fast around him. A tornado appeared, putting him on even odds with Percy.

Suddenly, Piper's voice was heard. "Stop! Percy, stop, and Jason, that is enough."

Jason obeyed instantly. Percy hesitated, as if deciding between throwing up his blue breakfast and listening to Piper.

"Percy! Now!" Piper said, more power oozing from her words.

Percy felt a dizzying sensation, and he stopped. All strength left him, and he slumped on the deck, breathing hard. The storm stopped, and the sky cleared.

'What are you doing pawn?'

Gaea's voice in his head again. 'Get up,' she ordered.

Though he was tired, Percy did.

"Incoming!"

Percy looked up and saw Leo being carried by Frank in eagle form.

As they went down, Leo swung and knocked Percy out with Gleeson's handy-dandy baseball bat.

Everything blacked out.

"You have to admit, it was a really stupid plan," Leo said. Frank and Jason had carried Percy into Annabeth's plain room for a more comfortable atmosphere, and laid him on her bed.

Jason fumed. "This is your plan?! Seriously, Valdez? I thought those were only jokes you said earlier! After all those times—"

"Always. But honestly, I often come up with several stupid plans," Leo clarified. "But that is not all. Annabeth and Piper are now working on the words to reverse Gaea's influence over Percy, and those are really a part of the plan. Oh," he pointed behind his back, "and there they are!"

Annabeth came in. Her first reaction when she saw Percy was sadness. But it disappeared quickly. She had to be strong for Percy. Irrelevant emotions were not appropriate this time.

Piper stood at the foot of Percy's bed. She breathed deeply. "Percy," she started. "Wake up."

One minute. Two minutes. They patiently waited for him to wake up. Two minutes then became five, and five became ten. Percy still didn't wake up.

"Try speaking again, Piper," Hazel, who came in the room with the other two girls, suggested.

Piper merely nodded. "Percy? You need to wake up."

Annabeth did not know what was happening to her boyfriend. He wasn't pale, nor was he burning up with fever. He just looked…asleep.

Frank simply scratched his head in a confusing manner. His eyes seemed to look curiously on Percy's hands. "Uh, is that supposed to happen?"

"Which is supposed to happen, Frank?" Annabeth questioned.

He pointed at Percy's hands. "That."

And surely, there were some words scribbled on the back of Percy's left hand and something that resembled a mural was on his right. They quickly went to his bedsides, Annabeth, Hazel, and Jason on the left, and Leo, Piper, and Frank on the right.

"'As the time comes closer, chaos will descend on the humans, and the land shall devour the unworthy and disobedient,'" Hazel read.

Annabeth continued, "'Time had only crawled, but now it goes faster, ever since the land had influenced one. One fights another, and next comes war between the two. The riots shall be the "food" of chaos.'"

"Look, there're the last lines," Frank said. "'Nothing can stop the land's rise and revenge, and when the time reaches the seventh, there is no way out.'"

Leo visibly shuddered. "Man, that's some creepy stuff. What with all that chaos and time and land shizz?"

"I'm…not sure," Annabeth uncomfortably answered. She disliked—no, hated not knowing things, especially these kinds.

"Guys, look at this…" Piper then muttered, looking at the mural-like thing on Percy's right hand.

Annabeth hurriedly went to her side. She gasped aloud, her gray eyes widening at the sight. "That's not good."

A/N: Another chapter! Yay! (That's a new record.) We're really making it up to you guys. we'redoingeverythingwecantogiveyouawesomechapters. c:

So, there's a plot twist. What do you think of that prophecy-slash-legend means, and do you think the Seven are included in it? and what do you think is put on Percy's other hand?

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