GUYS I LOST MY TABLET PEN!
Annabeth was the one to pull back after a few seconds.
"Percy, I-"
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't mean to...I mean..."
"I just spent almost three weeks with people that kept telling me you were a murderer." Her voice was raising in anger. "They took my blood for who knows what, and wouldn't let me sleep."
"Annabeth, I know!"
"Then why the hell did you kiss me? When you know perfectly well what I had just been through?"
"Just drop it! I'm sorry, it was an accident, okay?" I rubbed my temples. "I'm tired. People do stupid things when they're tired. It meant nothing. Get some more rest, you look tired." I stood up and went upstairs, looking for a room.
It was just a kiss. Why get all worked up over a stupid kiss. She was the one who got herself kidnapped and wouldn't wake up for two days. I found an empty bedroom and flopped down on the mattress. The first five minutes of her waking up and she's already managed to get on my nerves. I drifted to sleep. It was just a meaningless kiss.
"Bianca!" I felt someone slapping my face. My hand shot up and grabbed the hand that was hitting me. I opened my eyes to see Nico blankly looking down at me.
""What do you want Nico?"
"You forgot the food."
"You're the one that wants food. You go get it." I dropped his hand and closed my eyes again.
"You still have to get up. We have to check out the school. You know, the one Mom's sending us to because we got kicked out of our last one?" I glanced at the clock next to me. I grabbed the extra pillow beside me and was about to chuck it at his head before his words started processing in my head. Bianca. He called me Bianca. I groaned. When his mom died, like when he first came to live with my mom and me, Nico would sleepwalk, and act like his mom was still alive. He'd wake up my mom and call her Mom. Bianca always took care of it. I can't remember exactly how though. I'm pretty sure she said something about not waking him up. He eventually stopped, but Bianca's death must have triggered the old habit. But why was I the one that got to be Bianca.
"It's 1:13am. Get your own goddamned snack."
"But I'm hungry," he whined.
"We'll get food in the morning. Just go back to sleep."
"But I want pancakes."
"In the morning."
"Promise?" I had no clue how to make pancakes.
"I promise." He gave me a sleepy smile.
"Love you Sis," he mumbled, leaving the room. Well this is just great.
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For the second time that morning I was awoken with my face being slapped lightly. I punched the person in the gut.
"Damnit Percy, I was just trying to get you to wake up," Nico wheezed. I ignored him.
"It's only ten. Let me sleep." I could imagine Nico rolling his eyes.
"Whatever, you still got your necessary sleep. Annabeth's awake."
"I know."
"Well, I'll go tell her what's happening."
"You do that," I told him, keeping my eyes closed. He wasn't leaving. Why wasn't he leaving? I opened my eyes. "What are you waiting for?"
"Don't you want to..." he trailed off.
"Want to what?"
"See Annabeth?"
"I already saw her." Nico seemed confused for a moment before leaving. What was so confusing about not wanting to see Annabeth? I decided to get up. It's not like I'd be able to fall back asleep. I looked around the room. There were posters of things like Star Wars and Pokemon that were starting to fall off. Blue paint covered the walls, and the bookshelf didn't have a lot of books. Whoever owned this room must not like books very much. I left the room and looked for the bathroom. May as well take a shower. The first room I checked was the master bedroom, which had a messy bed. Nico must have slept there. Obviously he would want a giant bed to himself. The next room I checked was not a room, it was a closet. The third door I checked was finally the bathroom. Third time's the charm.
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I put on the same clothes I've been wearing for the last four days. We really need to buy new clothes. I'll tell Nico to get something. I went downstairs with my hair still damp from the shower. The stairs led me into the living room, where Nico was watching Spongebob.
"Hey Nico, if I buy the food, will you buy clothes?" Nico turned and rose his eyebrow at me.
"You trust me with buying your clothes?"
"Point taken." He'd get me all black stuff. "Then I'll go for clothes and you get food?"
"You trust me with buying food?"
"If you're trying to get out of shopping, it's not working. Annabeth can babysit you."
"Not babysitting. Accompanying me." I rolled my eyes.
"What's the difference?"
"I'm not a baby."
"Uh huh."
"Whatever. I'll get the food with Annabeth."
"Great." Nico went back to watching the sponge with pants. I walked into the kitchen to see Annabeth making scrambled eggs. When did we get eggs? I opened the fridge to see it full with fresh food.
"Hey Annabeth?"
"What?"
"Where did the food come from?"
"While you two were sleeping I went to get some. I hope at least one of you can cook, because scrambled eggs is pretty much all I can make." I glanced into the living room to see Nico smirking at the TV. Why that little...
"Here." Annabeth gave me a plate with eggs.
"Thanks." She was already heading over to Nico. I was starting to get the feeling she was avoiding me. "Did you get any clothes for us?"
"I don't know your sizes. I only got some for me."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically. "I'm going to get something for us. Be back in about an hour."
"'Kay," came Annabeth's reply from the couch.
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Finally finished shopping. I could have a grabbed a few pieces of clothing while getting the album and box, but noooo, I couldn't take an extra two seconds to think about the fact that I would need something for the week. Stupid. Wait, what if we needed uniforms for Yancy, I mean, don't boarding schools usually have a dress code. Damnit, I could have lasted a week with three shirts and two pairs of pants. Wonderful. I'm buying excessive clothing. Silena would be happy. I winced. She was dead. On a mission for my father. I gripped the wheel harder. How many deaths were at the fault of the Big Three? How many deaths had been caused by me? I don't even know how many I've killed. How many faces that haunt me. When did I become so guilty? It's been four years, and only recently the guilt hit me. May as well drop a bag of bricks on my head. It wouldn't feel much different. Except one is physical and the other is emotional...well whatever, you get my point. If I was younger, Annabeth would be dead by now. I wouldn't be here. I'd probably be on my fifth mission from Annabeth's murdering mission. Why hadn't I killed her? Why couldn't I kill her. I had chances. To be honest, I think that question had been swirling around my head for a while. Maybe I even had an answer. My heart was never set on it. It never was. It just took my brain too long to figure it out and stop. I really am slow, a Seaweed Brain. Annabeth really did choose the perfect nickname for me. Speaking of Annabeth, I should probably apologize again. For you know, kissing her. She seemed mad or something, avoiding me and all. Why was she still mad about anyway? Wow, this topic seems to be popping up a lot... I thought back to our conversation last night, or morning, seeing as it was late. Or was it even morning? Maybe it was a bit past midnight...right, conversation recap. What had she said?
I just spent almost three weeks with people that kept telling me you were a murderer. They took my blood for who knows what, and wouldn't let me sleep.Three weeks, no sleep, blood. The words replayed in my head. Of course she would be-
My eyes widened as I realized what I should be telling Annabeth. They told her I was murderer, but what did they say about that? They must have brought it up more than once for her to mention it, and more than just "Oh yeah, Percy Jackson, the one you thought was your BFF since you guys were seven? Yeah, now he kills people," for three weeks. Did they tell her Nico was too? Maybe not, she wasn't avoiding Nico, she sat beside him comfortably on the couch. Unless that wasn't what she was avoiding me for. Maybe it was just the kiss. Why did this have to be so complicated. It meant nothing, why did it keep popping up in my mind?
I finally reached the house. Well this will be fun. I grabbed the bag with my new clothing (well Nico's too, but I deliberately kept away from black clothing simply to spite him, and he was not too willing to wear too much colour. He may have gotten out of food shopping, but not clothing shopping. Who's smirking at the TV now?) I dropped the bag of my clothes on the floor and went to the living room. I shifted my weight between my feet.
"Hey Annabeth?" She looked over at me. "Could I, uh, talk to you?" I asked, twiddling my fingers.
"I guess."
"Alone?" She sighed and stood up, walking towards me, and we headed to the kitchen again. Annabeth grabbed an apple and bit into it, while I sat on a stool.
"Yes?" she asked after swallowing her bite. "Is this about what happened last night, because-"
"No," I interrupted. "I already told you, it was an accident and meaningless. That's all I have to say about it. Let's just forget about it."
"So what did you want to talk to me about then?" The emotion in her voice changed, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. My head was probably messing with me. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously and found myself tapping my fingers against my thighs.
"Okay, so last night, after the...kiss," Annabeth paused her chewing for a second. "-you mentioned that the people holding you hostage said that I was a murderer, right?" Annabeth took another bite and sat down on another stool, stalling her answer.
"I never said that," she said quietly.
"Yes you did," I insisted.
"No I didn't." She stood up from her stool and went to go back to Nico. My training kicked in, and I had grabbed Annabeth by the wrist and sat her back on the stool. She looked at me, her grey eyes widened and guarded, but I saw the small hint of fear. I backed up a little. Had I really caused her to be scared of me? Or was it what Kronos's Army told her? Maybe it was both, I wasn't sure.
"Look, Annabeth, this is important. I want to confirm the truth, and then I'll explain more. But please, I need you to tell me." Annabeth's eyes were still guarded.
"That's all they told me. That you killed people."
"No, that's not all. They must have mentioned it more than once and given more detail for you to mention it, even subconsciously, which you seemed to have been insisting."
"You've become more perceptive, Seaweed Brain."
"Thank you, but you can't avoid the question forever if you want to know the truth."
"Maybe I don't want the truth, Percy. What if what the things they said were true? What if I'll never be able to look at you the same way again?" she asked. "What if we won't be able to be friends because I'm too scared," she said quietly. I sat back on my stool.
"Annabeth, hiding from the truth won't help. It doesn't help anybody. You deserve the truth, and you're one of the strongest, fearless people I've met, and I've met plenty of strong people who try to pass off as fearless. If something does happen to you, and you don't even know why, I can almost guarantee it would be because of the truth you're trying to hide from. I could never live with myself that you got hurt because of me. You got kidnapped because of me, and don't deny it. They're plan was to use you to get to me. There are people that can do worse than keep you isolated from the rest of the world. Look at what they did to you, even though you were totally ignorant of why..." Annabeth clenched her jaw, then took an angry bite from her apple. Maybe I shouldn't have called her ignorant, but I couldn't really think of another word. "I really need to know what they told you, so I can set things straight. You're one of my best friends Annabeth, and half my life is part of this. Our friendship won't be completely pure if you don't know half of My life. If you're still scared after this conversation, I can send you somewhere you'll never be bothered by me or anyone associated with me ever again," I finished my rant. Looking back at Annabeth. Her apple was still in her hand, but she hadn't taken a bite from it.
"Did you just...admit to being a murderer?"
"Yes," my body was shifting its weight nervously. Would she be scared? Would I live the rest of my life, forcing myself to forget about Annabeth? I couldn't. The bond we had formed when we were kids was slowly being rebuilt, and I was getting to know Annabeth even more. Eventually it would be almost like we were friends the whole time. I wouldn't be able to take it if I had to forget about her again. I couldn't leave her, never again. Somehow I would make it work. I had to.
Annabeth uncomfortably shifted in her seat. Finally, she met my gaze, and she seemed more confident. She took a breath. "They said you were a murderer. Your dad was part of a company, asked you to join, you accepted, and left me to go back to live with my parents. He said that on your first 'mission', you killed an innocent lady." I winced, thinking of Irina. Annabeth ignored it. "They said you also killed Bianca, Tyson and my mom," she continued, an edge of anger in her voice. "You killed at least a hundred innocent people, were sent to kill me, and loved your job." I looked at her expectantly.
"Is that all?"
"In a shorter version, but yes. Now, truth." I took a deep breath.
"Okay, so for the part of my dad and me joining, yes, that part's true. My dad and two uncles run it. Poseidon, my dad, Zeus, Thalia's dad, and Hades, Nico's dad. They're known as the 'Big Three'. They have a sort of obsession with Greek myths."
"Wait, Nico and Thalia are also part of this group?"
"Nico is, yes, he's my partner. Thalia quit when we were thirteen and joined the rebellion, I'll get to that later. Anyway, we never wanted to leave you. We honestly thought you wouldn't be affected in the slightest." I laughed bitterly. "We were too naive to think it would be any worse than a regular gang. Athena, your mom, is the one who sent you away. She's crazy smart, so she made this serum that took our memories of you from our brains. Somehow, they were also able to get my mom to hide the pictures and anything related to you. They're upstairs in my room right now."
"Wait, my mom? But-"
"Let me finish," I said, interrupting her interruption with my own. "I'll get to that. On my first mission, I was sent to kill a boy, who had quit the company. This isn't like a gang, where you can quit and they'll mostly leave you alone, as long as you don't rat them out or join some other gang. Even if you try to forget about them, they won't forget you. They'll kill everyone you love, and eventually get to you. So this boy, he was living with his grandmother, because everyone else was dead." Annabeth's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything. "She witnessed me killing him, and I knew one of the Big Three would find out, even if she didn't ring the police, so I did the deed before they'd tell someone else to do it. I tried to make it painless." I felt a pain in my hand and noticed my fingernails were digging into my palm because I was clenching my fists too hard. I loosened them and continued. "Others would have done worse. As for Bianca, she was also part of the group." My eyebrows scrunched together as I remembered something. She was never in the room when Nico's, Thalia's and my memories were being extracted. Maybe hers was taken away at some different time?
"Percy?"
"Right, anyway, she was killed quite recently. In September. She was sent to infiltrate the base of the people that kidnapped you. They knew it was a trap, and they sent her right into it," I said, noticing my voice was getting darker. I cleared my throat. "So you know how I said that our company kills the people we love?" She nodded. "This was to hurt me and Nico-"
"Nico and me," she corrected automatically. I looked at her and she blushed. "Sorry, continue."
"Except it hurt Nico more, because he considered her the only family he had, other than us. He was on the streets for about a year after their mom died, and they didn't want to lose each other in the foster care system. Their mom's last words were to find my mom and live with us. At that time, Bianca was seven and Nico was five. I was a bit taken aback at that time that they could survive on their own for that long. Tyson is still alive, and if I even got in a fight with your mom, I'd be dead in one minute flat."
"Why would they kill Bianca?" she asked uncomfortably.
"Remember that night, the one where that man tried to kill you?"
"Percy, I know it was you."
"What? How?"
"First explain why they killed Bianca." I coughed.
"Okay. So the reason we were in San Francisco in the first place was to kill you. Same reason as Bianca was sent to die. To emotionally hurt someone. Your mom, Athena, had joined the rebellion, another group that's trying to stop both our company and Kronos's army, the company that kidnapped you. The leader was the Big Three's dad, but he's dead now, so now it's run by whoever got chosen to inherit it, so that's why his name is also related to Greek myths. So anyway, you were Athena's soft spot. She cared for you so much she didn't even report you in for being her child, and it's a rule that you report whenever you have a kid so that when they're of age, they'll join. So they found out about you, and bam, we have to kill you. Now, how did you know I was the one that tried to kill you?"
"For one thing, I can see in the dark better than most people. I recognized your face shape, and your eyes were too bright to miss. You have weird eyes. Even when they darken they're noticeable. Sometimes they're like an emerald green, sometimes they turn sort of turquoise, but not often. They're usually sea green though. Like the sea on a calm day. And then when you get mad they darken. Like the sea at a storm. My eyes are a boring grey though. Although, I've heard they sometimes change to fit the background or something...you know, backgrounds are hard to paint. I can't even remember why I took that art class-"
"Annabeth," I interrupted. "Why are you ranting about our eye colour? We're talking about how you knew it was me." Annabeth cursed under her breath and bit her apple. Guess she wasn't as nervous now.
"Sorry. ADHD. I don't have my medication." ADHD? Oh yeah, I remember those times before the MoA got involved in my life, she got off topic and didn't sit still. Did her file say she had ADHD? Maybe. I might have zoned out while reading it. That happens. One day, it'll be the death of me. Unless the MoA kill me first. Or maybe they'll kill me because of not reading a file thoroughly. That is, if I got another mission. I didn't know how long I had to be undercover. I mean, Athena was for at least four years. I wonder how long-
"Percy? Stop zoning out. I'm trying to explain."
"Sorry. I have ADHD too. And I don't take medication. I probably should though. Sorry, continue."
"Your excuses also had holes in them, and didn't have enough proof to back up your made up stories. Anyway, continue with your story."
"Right. Wait, where were we? Wait, before that, let's discuss how you were talking about my eyes."
"I thought you wanted to tell me the story."
"Fine. By the way, I don't think your eyes are boring at all," I teased, earning a glare from Annabeth. "So, where were we again?"
"Your mission to kill me."
"Right, so to get to Athena. They killed Bianca because we were taking too long. Wait, I think I told you that. Anyways, I don't love my job. I hate it. I'm haunted by guilt and all my victims. It just took a long time for me to come to terms with it, and now it suddenly just slammed into me. Anyway. What else...Oh! Remember the fire I helped stop?"
"Let me guess, you started it?"
"No. Luke did. He was the leader of Kronos's army. Anyway, there's this unspoken, unofficial contest between our two groups to see who kills the most people," I explained, pausing for half a second to see the disgust in Annabeth's eyes. "So that's why he started it, except the Big Three didn't know that. They thought I was turning, so that I was saving people's lives instead of taking them. Thus, my mom's death."
"They killed..."
"Yes."
"Wait, you said this Luke guy was the leader of Kronos's army."
"Well they made this device to control people, Luke was testing it, he realized that being part of Kronos's Army was a stupid idea, and sacrificed himself so that we could finally put a stop to the Murderers of America and Kronos's Army. So basically, we're part of the Rebellion now. I'm not sure if we're official members yet though...Oh yeah, Thalia and Connor are part of the Rebellion." She nodded, not very surprised.
"So Murderers of America is your company's name?"
"Don't call it mine Annabeth. I don't want any part of it."
We sat in silence after that. Well, almost silent. I was listening to Annabeth finishing her apple. And Spongebob in the background. I heard Nico chuckling at something someone said. Eventually, she went to throw her apple core out. Finally she spoke.
"So why are we here?"
"This is Luke's house, and the pick up truck is his too. He signed us up for Nancy Academy so we don't miss our education. We start next week." She nodded. "Annabeth?"
"Yeah?"
"If you knew I was the one that attempted to kill you, why didn't you report me?"
"Same reason I'm not as scared of you as I should be. Something told me you could be trusted, and you wouldn't actually do something like that. You didn't make any recent kills, did you?" I shook my head.
"Not since August. Wait, does that mean you'll stay?" She shrugged.
"It's not like I have anywhere to go. Besides, I can help if you need it."
"I don't think it would be safe, I mean you can't even fight, and without training, you wouldn't stand a chance-"
"Then teach me."
"What?"
"Even when I didn't know your story, I was in danger. Knowing will only make me a larger target. I know you meant well by telling me the truth, and now I realize it's for the better. But there are still drawbacks to the choices we make. I'm in danger, whether you like it or not. If you don't want my help, fine, but at least teach me to fight." I sighed.
"Fine. We can probably use the basement. Nico can also help-"
"No."
"What?"
"I don't think Nico should know I know. The less people that know I know, the less risk the Murderers of America or Kronos's Army will know I know."
"I don't think I've heard someone say 'know' that often in just two sentences. But, I trust Nico with my life. He's good at keeping secrets, and he'll figure it out eventually. He's more perceptive than I am. Plus, he's the one with the extra knives. I'm not talking about kitchen knives, but knives people would use to fight with. Like in medieval times. Wait, did they use knives? Or was it only like swords and stuff... "
"Percy, it's not important. Please, don't tell Nico. It would make me feel a lot safer." I hadn't even noticed we had stood up and started pacing until we both stopped when we heard the TV turn off. Usually I wouldn't notice that until later. Maybe it was just the sudden silence. Nico walked into the kitchen and grabbed a coke from the fridge.
"Hey guys," he greeted, opening the can. "What were you talking about?" I glanced at Annabeth. I had to tell him. I couldn't keep it from him forever. I didn't need him to be angry at me again. I was being selfish. I couldn't do that. I at least owed that much to Annabeth.
"Percy kissed me," Annabeth said at the same time I said "Nothing." A grin formed on Nico's face.
"Seriously? I can't wait to text Grover that his OTP is canon. He ships you guys so much!" he exclaimed, pulling out his phone and running upstairs.
"Why are you texting Grover with that phone?"
"Relax, it's not like they'll find out." His voice faded. I turned to Annabeth.
"What?" she asked, confused by Nico's reaction.
"Any idea what OTP means?"
"Nope."
"What about why he was talking about boats and canons?"
"No clue."
"Why did you tell him I kissed you?" I finally asked, trying to hide the annoyance. She blushed.
"I thought you were going to tell him you told me."
"So you told him I kissed you? I thought we agreed to forget about it!"
"Sorry." I rubbed my temples and sighed.
"I wonder why he got so enthusiastic about our kiss. It's not like it's a big deal." Annabeth cracked a grin, but it seemed a bit strained.
"Probably has to do with OPTs and ships with their weapons."
"I think it was OTP."
"Whatever. I'm going to order pizza for lunch. Do you know if there's a phonebook or something around here? Or should I walk around outside?"
"I'd suggest looking for a phonebook. You might get lost or something."
"You're afraid of me getting lost? Besides, I got all the food myself, remember?"
"Look, I'm just a bit paranoid. I'd feel better if we stuck together." Annabeth looked a bit suspicious. "Look, Annabeth, I don't blame you if you don't trust us, but we care about you. You're like family."
"Weren't you just talking about how your family was getting killed?" I groaned.
"Maybe it was a mistake to tell you. I'm going upstairs."
"Percy, wait. I'm not worried I'll get killed. It's just that after what you told me, I'm not sure how to feel. I don't know if I should resent you guys for killing people, or respect you for finally taking the initiative for bringing down the murderers, or if I should even trust you. For one thing, you grew up almost a fourth of your life lying, but on the other hand, you guys were my family and best friends for a third of mine. I just need to absorb this."
"It's fine Annabeth, I get it. Hey, get me Hawaiian. Nico probably wants meat lovers or something."
"'Kay." I grabbed the bag of clothing from where I dropped it and brought it to my room. As soon as the bag hit my bed, Nico came in.
"Hey Lover Boy, what did you get us?" he asked, dumping the contents of the bag. He would be calling me Lover Boy for months. I mentally groaned.
"Nico, it was a meaningless kiss. I was just relieved she was alive."
"Whatever you say," he snickered. "Ugh, why didn't you get anything black? This is just a bunch of blue and grey jeans, and all these coloured shirts that are anything but black. You even have white shirts. You hate white shirts."
"I don't hate white shirts, Nico."
"Well they're your least favourite. You do know we're probably going to need uniforms. Well, whatever. Dad's money. I'll get my own clothes, since you obviously don't know how to get proper clothing."
"We should probably check out the school. See who goes there, anyone we know. Maybe try to avoid something like the incident with Thalia. Who knows, they might not have uniforms." Nico snorted.
"It's a boarding school. Of course there will be uniforms." He grabbed one of the packs of boxers from the bag, leaving, singing "She likes a boy in uniform, school uniform" under his breath. I didn't know if that's what he thought the lyrics really were, or if he was just changing the words to bug me. I rolled my eyes. I was pretty sure he knew it was supposed to be I like a boy in uniform, because he was obsessed with the Pipettes for almost two weeks.
It's okay guys, you can stop panicing, I found my tablet pen.
Anyway, Who saw the second trailer for SoM? I think it was pretty good...BUT WHAT ABOUT THE HOUSE OF HADES COVER? What about the bluish whitish stuff at the bottom? I think it might be water. I'm probably wrong, I mean, where would you find water in hell? It also sometimes looks like spider webs...I can't decide. And others think that it's Nico, not Percy on the cover, but I'm pretty sure it's Percy. For one thing, Nico's only twelve, and so he looks too old and tall to be Nico. And Nico's sword is black and glows purple in the dark, and the doors in the background are closed, and Uncle Rick said it was a Percabeth cover. Nico is on the other sides of the door, and the eyes are probably dark because they're reflecting the shadows or something. They were dark in SoN too soo... In the UK cover, it also looks more like Percy than Nico, but who's the guy in the background of that cover? Agh, so many questions.
Anyway, long chapter for long wait. Than again, most of it is a recap of the MoA...
KirbyGamzeeGirl – Did you like it? Have you seen the second trailer yet?
ElmoDaHorse – I always forget what I review. Even after like, two days. Thanks :)
Blackwolfy – What do you mean back together? They never were together (in this story) and aren't now either! Hhahahahha! :P
Mayhaah – Idk what you said. Glad my story made you moo...I think...
Pirate-Spy-Demigod-Wizard – What make out session? It was just a kiss (according to Percy) I think the SoM movie will be better than the first, but I still think they should have redone it.
DaughterofPoseidon917 – I make you wait because I'm a mean person. Oh, good thing you won't die because of my writing.
BookDevourer52 – This...is...soon...totally...
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SeaweedBrain'sWiseGurl393 – Can I? Maybe if I tried hard enough. Sorry for the wait though :/
Mythomagic101 – Ha...haha...well, I did do MoA on purpose sooo...
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.xX – Yes, good thoughts. Really looking into the deeper meaning of the chapter. A Brit? Yes, because only Brits spell 'color' 'colour', 'favorite' 'favourite' and 'gray' 'grey'. Well, I'm not American, I'll tell you that. I saw it...where did I see it. I think I saw it on youtube.
August1999 – What cliffhanger? What suspense? No idea what you're talking about...Thank you by the way.
wise-waters – To your first part: I agree. Luke was never the bad guy, he was just fighting for what he believed was right. I also hate it when people make Rachel the bad guy...I mean, when it's IC, I guess it's fine, but when they make her a spoiled, bratty bitch? If you're going to hate on a character, hate on the real character rather than your own, ooc version. P.S. There was Percabeth in the earlier chapters too, but Percy didn't really realize it.
Olo Eopia03 – Hi...again...nice to know my chapters leave you speechless :P What are you talking about? I can't help but find grammar mistakes in my chapters. I swear, when I read it after I post it, they just pop up out of no where. Ugh.
SonOfTheOcean – Glad to clear it up :) I'll keep updating, don't worry :P
Guest – There was Percabeth in earlier chapters too though...did you see the second trailer yet?