Hello again, here's good ol' Chapter 3! Hope you enjoy! Please review and leave a comment!
The dagger pierced his skin and he screamed.
"I never loved you," He froze, tears running down his face, mingling with his blood and creating red streaks on his cheeks.
The dagger stuck straight up from his chest. Blood pooled around him. Annabeth had broken his heart.
"Someone help!"
A cry pierced the night followed by heaving sobs.
"Please! Oh gods, please. Somebody help me!" a woman's voice shattered the silence of the night, sounding like it was woven from pure despair and sadness.
The gods flashed to the source of the screams and froze at the sight before them.
A girl was on the ground, a boy in her embrace. It would have looked peaceful if there wasn't a dagger sunk deep into the boy's chest.
Serene if the pair weren't painted in blood and tears.
"What happened here?" a voice demanded, its owner's green eyes glued to the boy's own green eyes that stared up at the sky, not blinking.
The girl looked up at him, a fake screen of grief plastered on her face.
"Th-hey killed him. They killed Percy." she choked and let the tears she was holding back pour like rain down from her beautiful grey eyes.
Wake up.
He ignored the whispers in his mind. He would rather die than wake up.
Maybe he was already dead. She had stabbed him, hand't she?
Good he thought. He could haunt her for the rest of her miserable existence.
Wake up, Perseus.
Why? he wondered.
Because you need to. You weren't meant to die so soon, young hero.
So he was dead. And apparently he wasn't supposed to be. Great.
He tried to fight it but this intrigued him. His curiosity got the better of him and he decided to obey the voices in his head. He opened his eyes.
He saw nothing. He was floating in utter blackness. It was so dark that he wasn't even sure if his eyes were open.
He blinked and still saw nothing. Then a spark flickered to life.
Way in the distance a light blossomed. And from it, one by one, three figures sprang into existence.
The first was a young child.
The second, a beautiful woman.
And lastly, the third, an old hag.
"We come to you with a deal, Perseus." the voices hummed. The deities glowed with power as they floated in front of him. Little wisps of light flowing off of them and fading into the darkness.
"What kind of deal? Who are you?" Percy questioned, untrustworthy of these strange beings that popped up from nothing.
"We are the Moirai. Goddesses of fate and we offer you a deal you cannot resist."
Percy tried to conceal his shock and slight terror. The Fates. The Fates were standing before him. One wrong step, and they'd probably smite him where he stood-or floated I guess.
"And what would this so-called irresistible deal be, ladies?"
He cursed. Being a smartass to The Fates was not a good idea, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Rebirth. Revenge. A new life. Love. Glory. A second chance," they purred.
His body stiffened. Ice ran down his spine as he heard that sweet word. Revenge.
"All you must do is become our champion. A soldier of fate. The hand to bear down upon this world our divine will."
A soldier. Another war. Another battle. But he would get what he was starving for; revenge.
It would be worth it he decided. A smile graced his lips. "I'll do it."
All three women smiled a wicked grin and before he knew it, he was surrounded in a cloud of white wisps.
Light blinded his eyes, fire crawled through his veins and seared his skin. Everything hurt, but as soon as the light had circled around him, it was sucked away, dissolving back into the dark.
"What the hell was that!? I said 'I'd do it', not 'burn me alive'!" Percy yelled angrily. Shit. I did it again. They're definitely going to strike me down now.
"We have given you the powers of Fate. You will not be able to use them now, but soon the time will come for the powers in you to awaken,"
"What kinda powers. Did you grace me with the power to cut magic yarn?" Fuck, I really need to stop that.
The Moirai glared at him, but didn't smite him where he stood.
"We will call for you when you are needed. For now you will live like this never happened. The time will soon come for you to remember. Until then, good luck, champion and watch your mouth." The Fates snickered.
"Wait no, not yet-" Percy begged, but they didn't listen and instead, blasted him back into the darkness.
"Who would have done this?", a voice demanded again, "Who killed my son!"
"I don't, I don't-" and she forced herself to sob. She was flawless. Her part of grieving girlfriend beautifully played.
She just needed to finish this last act and she would be free.
"It was probably the girl! After all she is a daughter of Athena," Poseidon took a step towards Annabeth but was blocked by a spear.
Poseidon brandished his trident and pointed it at the spear-wielder menacingly.
"Get out of my way, Athena! We all know you pass down your hate of the sea to your children. You could be her accomplice for all I know!"
"Poseidon, calm yourself. We must think of this logi-" a gasp cut Athena off.
All eyes turned to the body Annabeth was still cradling in her arms. It was breathing, or at least trying to.
Percy's lungs fought for air. His chest heaved and his mind swirled in confusion. Why does it feel like I'm dying?
He looked down and saw a knife stuck in his chest and nearly threw up. Where did that come from?
Percy looked around trying to find a familiar face and then he felt warm arms stiffen around him.
Someone was holding him. She was beautiful with her grey eyes and then he remembered grey eyes. Annabeth. Traitor.
He heard voices. They yelled loudly about someone named Apollo.
He knew those voices. The gods were with him.
His eyes ran back and forth across their faces in a panic. He needed to tell them, to warn them about her, but his voice didn't work.
His words came out gurgled and broken. No one listened to him. They only yelled about Apollo.
Before he could try again, he felt a warmth touch him right over his heart. Then a painful tug that sent him into darkness once again.
This couldn't be happening. She had killed him. He was dead just a fucking minute ago. Without a pulse. Not breathing. Dead.
She shoved a knife right into his chest. Right into his pathetic heart. That usually kills people, doesn't it?
He shouldn't be alive. It was fucking impossible.
Someone must have brought him back. That was the only way.
Her thoughts wandered. She wondered who it might be... No, she couldn't think about this now. She had a giant problem to deal with.
Her mind went back to Percy. When he woke up he would tell everyone what she really was.
Annabeth was panicking. Shit shit shit. Her hands were shaking. She was done for. Dead meat. She couldn't control her breathing. Her plan was in shambles.
What would the gods do to her? Torture her? Kill her? Send her to Tartarus?
No. She wouldn't let that happen.
She needed to leave. Now, before the dumb son of a bitch wakes up and sells her out.
Annabeth sprinted to her temporary room on the old Mt. Olympus. She threw everything she needed in her pack in minutes.
She snuck through the hallways of the palaces and once she was outside, she ran as fast as her feet would take her.
Soon the gods would know of her treachery and she needed to put as much distance as she could between them.
She vanished into the night like smoke in the wind.
She ran until the sun rose, only stopping to catch her breath for a few minutes. Scaling down a mountain was not easy. The jagged rock had cut up her hands and her arms burned from climbing.
She ended up in a forest, an ancient one, with trees with trunks almost as wide and she was tall. Their branches groaned as a harsh uninviting wind flew through the forest.
It was like the trees knew what she had done and were already whispering to the gods of her whereabouts.
Annabeth sighed, she needed to keep running but she was exhausted. If kept going on like this, she was bound to pass out. Hopefully she had gotten far enough from the gods' reach.
Her legs were trembling with pain and fatigue. She needed somewhere to rest.
After wandering the forest, she found a cave hidden by some ancient oak trees. She could barely fit through the entrance and even inside it was small and damp. It was cramped and she had to keep her knees close to her chest, but it hid her from the outside.
She rummaged through her bag and pulled out some of the ambrosia and nectar. Her throat felt warm and her muscles relaxed as she ate and sipped. Then content wish being mostly healed, she fell asleep.
She was in an underground cavern. Giant crystals hung from the ceiling and earthen spikes guarded a pool of black water. The only source of light was the dim glow that came from the crystals above her.
Something pulled her to the pool. A feeling in her gut told her to go closer.
Annabeth climbed over the spikes and looked into the pool, black and slick like oil. It looked like it had no bottom, just an endless well in the ground. Her reflection gleamed on the surface until it rippled and churned until it wasn't her face staring back at her.
Another woman's face replaced Annabeth's. She had brown hair, muddy skin, and her eyes stayed closed.
"Gaea," she gasped, "How are you-"
"Quiet, demigod. There isn't much time. Zeus has sent out a search party for you and they are drawing near," Gaea warned.
She cursed. She knew they'd be after her, but didn't think they'd come so quickly.
"Listen, child. You must go back to Mt. Olympus-"
"But-"
"I know of your mistake," Gaea sneered, "But we will make it work for us. You must return. Do not worry about the gods. I will protect you."
The water started to quiver and Gaea's face became warped and her voice grew fainter and fainter.
"Wait, Gaea! I don't understand!" Annabeth screamed desperately.
"You will soon. Now return to..." Gaea's face disappeared.
The cavern started to shake. Crystals fell from the ceiling and splashed into the pool. Debris filled the air. The cavern collapsed.
Annabeth woke with a gasp. She was sweating and her hands quivering.
She knew what she needed to do.
Percy felt pain. It was everywhere. Every part of him ached and screamed.
His chest was on fire. What happened? Was he hurt in a battle?
A battle he thought. Like the Battle of Olympus...
A rush of memories flooded his mind.
Gaea. Annabeth. Party. Gazebo. Dagger. Betrayal. Darkness.
He needed to warn them. Before she killed anyone else. He needed to wake up.
He opened his eyes. Sunlight poured into room he was in, so bright it felt like it was blinding him.
He looked around, eyes squinted. He saw two men by his bedside.
"Dad," he whispered.
"My son," Poseidon sighed in relief as he held Percy's head in his hands.
"You gave us a scare, Perce. You got your heart kabobed by a monster," Percy looked at the owner of the voice; Apollo.
Monster? He thought. That must be the story she had told them.
"No, Annabeth," he choked out, "she-"
"Yeah, yeah, man. I'll get your lady," Apollo grinned as he started to step out of the room.
"No! No. Don't," Percy screamed. Something crossed his eyes that the gods had never seen before; pure fear.
"C'mon Perce," Apollo laughed, "She's probably worrying herself to death. Let me-"
"I don't want to see her. Ever again. She's a traitor." Percy growled. He hated her with all his being. If he saw her again, he'd probably rip her to shreds just like he did with Gaea.
"What do you mean, son? We've already found evidence that it was a minion of Gaea that tried to kill you," Poseidon assured him.
"No. It was her," his voice cracked and he glared back into Poseidon's eyes, "I swear on the Styx it was that bitch that tried to kill me." Thunder pounded in the sky.
The gods' eyes widened.
"Apollo! Go tell Zeus. Tell him to send out a search party." Poseidon ordered. He was fuming. He had been right! It had been the wicked spawn of Athena!
She must have known that Percy would tell them the truth once he woke up. She could be anywhere now.
Apollo flashed out and Poseidon was left alone with his son.
He glanced at Percy's face. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks, his anger and fear gone and instead, despair and sadness took its place.
"Why? Why would she do this? I loved her, dad," he looked to his father with wide, childlike eyes, looking for answers.
Poseidon didn't have any. He knew no more than Percy did about Annabeth's betrayal.
"I don't know, Percy, but we will find her. She will pay for what she did to you," promised Poseidon.
Then a lightening bolt crackled through the sky. Poseidon watched the sky and he knew what the bolt had meant.
"Zeus has called a meeting, I must go. Rest, my son," and with that, Poseidon flashed to the Throne Room.
"Father!" Apollo shouted, "We need to gather a search party, we have a traitor among us!"
"What do you mean Apollo? A traitor? Who?" Zeus demanded answers.
"The daughter of Athena, Annabeth. She tried to kill Percy Jackson."
A calm anger settled over Zeus, "I'll call a meeting. Send out a group of demigods to search the mountain for her. Bring her to me."
Apollo nodded and flashed away to round up the demigods.
Meanwhile, Zeus sent out a bolt of lightning into the sky for all the gods to see. A signal for a meeting.
In mere minutes the room was full. Every Olympian was present, even Hades and Hestia had come.
The room echoed with uneasy whispers and questions.
"Why has this meeting been called?" asked Demeter.
"What has happened, father?" wondered Artemis
Voices jumbled together. The room was chaos.
"Silence!" Zeus boomed, "We have a traitor in out midst!"
Gasps sounded across the room.
"Who?"
"Where is the snake!"
"Kill them!"
"Quiet!" thundered Zeus, "Annabeth Chase had betrayed us. She is the one that tried to kill Perseus Jackson. A search party of demigods has been sent out to find her. When she is captured we will decide what her punishment will be."
The gods were astonished. One of their heroes had betrayed them.
"Th-that's not possible. She can't. She wouldn't. It's not smart, not logical. She would know that," Athena murmured under her breath.
A hand squeezed her shoulder gently. "It'll be alright Athena. Annabeth must have a reason for doing this," Artemis said trying to console her sister.
"Yes. You're right. Everything will be fine,"
"They've found her!" someone shouted.
Everyone looked to where the voice came from but the god was gone.
"It seems the demigods have found Annabeth. Apollo has gone to bring her here," Zeus informed the gods, "We will give her a fair trial. Poseidon, fetch Percy. We will need him to testify."
"But he's still resting-" argued Poseidon.
"I said he will be needed for the trial. Bring him here, brother," Zeus hissed.
Poseidon relented and sent a glare Zeus's while he flashed out to grab his son.
When Poseidon arrived in Percy's room, Percy was fast asleep. He looked at his son, mesmerized by how at peace he looked in his sleep.
Poseidon hated to disturb him, but even so, he walked up to his son and gently woke him.
"Father, what are you doing here?" Percy mumbled, still half drowsy.
Poseidon didn't want to bring this news to his son. He had been through enough.
But Zeus had given him orders and he wouldn't dare defy the King of the Gods.
"You are needed in the Throne Room,"
"For what?" Percy looked skeptical.
Poseidon glanced at his son warily, "They've found Annabeth," Percy flinched, "They're giving her a trial. Zeus demanded you be there."
Percy became still. He would have to face her. He wasn't sure that when he saw her he'd either try to kill her or break down crying.
"Let me-," his voice strained and he tried again, "Let me get dressed," this time his voice was stronger, "I'll meet you in the Throne Room."
Poseidon nodded sadly and flashed out. He hoped his son would be alright.
Percy hurried to the Throne Room. It had taken him a while to get dressed.
Even though he was completely healed, he was still sore. From the battle and from the fight with her. All of it had taken a great toll on his body.
When he arrived at the doors of the Throne Room, he paused.
Would she be in there already? How would he act? How would she act? Would she be sorry?
Questions and thoughts swam through his head.
His emotions went haywire.
He was angry, scared, sad, nervous... His hands started to tremble.
He was about to face the girl who had simultaneously broken and stabbed his heart.
Percy took a deep breath. He tightened his shaking hands and steeled his emotions.
With his head raised and jaw clenched, he opened the door an walked in.
The gods were all sitting in their thrones. They gave him pitied looks as if he were a kicked puppy.
He gave his father a grim smile and his eyes wander to the middle of the room.
A girl kneeled there. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back.
She was a mess. Covered in blood and dirt. Sticks and leaves were pinned in her hair like a crown.
The girl looked up. When she saw Percy, she smiled evilly.
Before anyone could stop him, Percy was on top of her.
Throwing punches at her, strangling her, clawing at her face.
He cursed at her, tears running down his face.
He asked her why she did this. Why she didn't love him. Why she had betrayed him.
And all she did in return was laugh.
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