Boom so I was bored and figured "Hey why wait to post the next chapter when I can write it up and post it now." So here it is guys.
I would also like to point out that this is a re-write of my 'No Choice' fic, so while I love Percabeth (Swear to Hades I do, I just can't write It.) this story/series will not be Percabeth (Annabeth actually plays little part in this story), however there will be bits and pieces of it throughout the fic. It just won't end that way. I'm sorry.
So anyway completely floored by the reviews (Honestly, I expected like two) so I would like to thank everyone for reviewing, putting this story in their favourites and also following it. Cheers guys.
Main Pairings: Percy/Olympians, Eventual Percy/Artemis
Side Pairings: Percy/Annabeth
In no way own PJatO or HoO all rights belong to Mr Rick Riordan.
Enjoy!
Percy stared at the door with a simple smile, his insides no longer felt rough and haggard rather they now felt calm, relaxed and warm, a feeling that felt extraordinarily strange and unusual for him especially after recent months of toing and froing from place to place on a magical flying boat.
He was finally home.
He takes a deep breath and shoulders his backpack that Annabeth had packed for him before she had raced towards New Rome aboard the Argo weeks ago, or was it months?
The fresh smell of the sea shakes away all fatigue and annoyance that had been building on his shoulders for the past few hours, from the people constantly running up to him, asking questions, staring at him and even asking for his autograph.
But that really didn't count because it was Leo and that was after he had asked for Leo's autograph.
He lets out a deep breath and reaches for the door handle which opens, almost magically, as soon as his hands connect with the metal.
Like a sign from the gods that this is where he should be.
For the first time in years he doesn't disagree with the sign from above.
The door squeaks in a sound similar to when he first opened it almost seven years ago. He frowns slightly starting to feel a little homesick despite the fact he is inside his home away from home.
The smell of the sea and dust mites, that have inhabited his cabin after the long disuse, greet his nostrils in a gust of wind as he takes his first step into the room, the floorboards squeak underneath him.
The room is just as he had left it the morning he was taken, his bed remains unmade and his bag remains unpacked and sitting on the chest in front of his bunk. He smiles at the sight.
He dumps his backpack on the floor and walks towards the duffle of his trunk, grateful that the harpies had left his stuff alone.
Who knows maybe they felt sorry for him.
He dives through his bag in a desperate attempt to find the cans of coke he had bought off the Stoll's two days before he had been taken and mind wiped by a goddess.
He finds them after a tense few moments and almost cries in relief as he opens the can of the sugary drink.
The cans are warm and almost flat but there are enough bubbles inside to keep him satisfied as he takes a long dry sip. He smiles widely bringing the can down from his lips. Letting out a satisfied noise he licks the remaining liquid that is left behind in a vain attempt to get as much sugar as he can.
"Gods I've missed you." He smiles putting the can of coke down on the trunk. He is careful not to set it near the edge; he has done that before and couldn't get the stain out before inspection. He had stable cleaning duty for a month.
Moving towards his bunk in a lethargic manner he flops down onto the uncomfortable and cold bed, but he lets out a content sigh and stretches his aching muscles.
He looks around the cabin slowly taking everything in, detailing it in his mind like photographer with a camera, scared to miss a second.
He doesn't want to leave this place ever again but he doesn't trust the gods enough to know that they will leave him alone in peace. For all he knows he could be forced to leave tomorrow on another new quest.
He shudders at the thought and hopes to Hades he doesn't.
This cabin had been like a safety refuge for him over the years. He would always come here if he was feeling annoyed, angry, frustrated and even when he was calm and serene. This was his home away from home inside his home away from home.
He had many great memories of this place, memories he would like to keep forever, thankyou very much. You never realise how beautiful memories are until a crazed goddess takes them away and leaves you with a permanent mental blank.
Thanks for that Hera. He thinks to himself, thunder is heard in the distance and Percy winces. Right. Insulting powerful deities is bad.
His thoughts are soon broken by a loud and slightly musical knocking at his door, he startles to attention sitting up straight away, banging his head on the bunk above him.
"Ouch!" He cries out. Hs eyes slam shut from the pain and shock and for a moment he swears on Zeus' lightning bolt that he sees stars.
Rubbing his head he walks over to the door, after vowing vengeance against the offending bunk of course, Gaea couldn't defeat him so he wasn't about to let some inanimate object get the upper hand.
He can feel a slight bump on his forehead that he knows will look bad in the morning if he doesn't rub some salt water over it soon.
The arms of his backpack, which he had plonked on the ground earlier so carelessly, catch at his feet as he strolls past but he manages to kick his foot out of the way before he ends up face down on the wooden floor. He gares at the backpack as well.
You're on the list. He vows to himself. Right under the bunk.
He really needs to move it, he can see himself forgetting about it and falling over. That would only result in more pain and injuries, something that he has had enough of thank you very much.
The door handle moves just as his hand nears the metal and before he knows it the entire door has opened up and the side of the door has hit him square in the face.
"Gah!" he cries out his hand flies to his eye, the same eye that had only just gotten over its bruising just last night before their party, all thanks to some salt water and a square of ambrosia. He falls back his hand trying to grab out to something, it misses its mark of the statue of some hero that Percy is unable to remember in his incapacitated state. He falls to the floor with a loud and earthshattering 'Bang!'
TIIIMBEEEER! His mind helpfully supplies.
"Percy?" A voice says, if Percy where not injured on the floor with multiple blows to the head he would say the voice sounded shocked. But he is lying on the floor with a major headache and a hand over his eyes seeing stars, so really to him it's just a dumb voice that caused all his pain.
Who else would it be?
"Are you okay?" they ask again, this time he can tell that the voice is in fact feminine and that it sounds oddly familiar.
What a guy can't pass out on his own floor now? What a great world we live in. Thank Poseidon we saved it.
"Great." He mumbles instead, rubbing his head with both thumbs. He has had fewer injuries aboard the Argo then he has had in the last five minutes of being back in his old cabin.
Maybe it's an omen?
Slowly he opens his eyes seeing nothing but black.
"You don't look great." The voice mumbles again.
Who in Hades is it?
"Thanks." He remarks bitterly as his eyes slowly start to focus around him.
The darkness slowly fades away until he is greeted with the familiar sight of the roof of his cabin. More importantly it's the place Tyson tried to hang the hammock he had made out of steel, needless to say the wood didn't hold very well. There was a long crack in the beam, Percy had shaken his head because of cause out of all the children of Poseidon to have ever stayed in this cabin, they were the ones to break it.
In front of that cracked beam sits a face, with freckles, green eyes and frizzy red hair that looks as if it could poke his eye out.
"RED?" Percy mutters. A smile forms on the girls face.
"Who else would it be?" she asks, her hand held out for him to take, slowly he grabs it and gets to his feet. His head is still feeling woozy from the constant hits and the lack of blood that is now flowing through him undisrupted.
"Try, anyone." He mutters dusting the invisible dust off his shirt. Although from the state of his cabin there probably is lots of dust all over him.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare ignores him and instead looks around the cabin in fascination. Percy realises then that this is probably the first time she has been in here, he frowns slightly. Surely he would have invited her in before now?
No. he thinks slowly gathering up his brain power. You didn't want to make Annabeth jealous.
Her eyes seem to take in anything and everything. It's as if she is mapping out the entire room, plotting and planning.
Her hands suddenly go up into the air as she stares at a blank wall, he watches her in confusion as she makes a square shape out of her fingers in a way artists do in those shows Annabeth and his mum had made him watch one afternoon.
He swears to Zeus he didn't like the show.
To him it was boring and repetitive and just well, blah. He only watched it the second and third time to understand what in Zeus' name the two most important women in his life were talking about.
Well that's the lie he tells himself anyway.
"I could totally hang a picture in here." She says quickly and Percy almost misses it.
"What?"
"Nothing." She says spinning on her heel and looking at him. She smiles widely and he smiles back at her, it feels good to be talking to Rachel, normal. As if he didn't face off against his great grandmother and a bunch of homicidal giants who had been hell bent on ruling the world.
"So, how was it?" she asks and Percy blushes slightly because how was what?
How was the quest? Terrifying.
How was the party? She was there. She should know.
Last night's spaghetti? Okay.
Last night? Absolutely Amazing.
Percy's blush deepens at the implication of the question and looks down at his feet trying to gain his composure. He looks back up at Rachel with a dopey smile; she raises a brow questioningly obviously unaware of Percy's mental break.
"Well?" she asks again, getting irritated by Percy's stunned mullet look.
"What?"
She sighs loudly, rolling her eyes in a way reminiscent of a mother about to scold her child all she needs to do is- ah no there are the arms folded across her chest. He has seen that look both on his mother's and girlfriend's faces.
"New Rome?"
Percy smiles at that, because there was a time where he had been contemplating living there, going to college with Annabeth, getting married, starting a family.
And by a time he means every waking moment since he left started to remember about his dangerous life as a demigod.
His heart starts to beat faster; he licks his lips before looking back at Rachel.
"Amazing." Is all he says. Rachel raises a brow and shakes her head slowly as if trying to dispel a thought.
"You do know they almost destroyed us." She replies, obviously unimpressed by Percy's admission.
"And we almost destroyed them." He replies back with a slight frown. Why was she upset about this? This was more his home then hers. Wasn't it?
"So I've heard." She says with a smile before she reaches out to punch his arm in a light tap.
He smiles at her and rubs his arm in fake pain.
"Jeeze, Dare." He groans. "When did you get so strong?"
"After kicking Roman butt." She smiles, he laughs in reply before bringing her in for a bone crunching hug, one hopefully not as strong as Tyson's.
"Gods I've missed you." He sighs letting her go.
"Welcome to the club." She replies stepping away. "Chiron wants to see you, by the way."
Percy sighs and immediately his shoulders droop. He was only just in Chiron's office not ten minutes ago and after a full report on the quest Annabeth had taken pity on him and had told him she would catch their mentor up on the news while he unpacked in his cabin.
Something she knew he had been looking forward to since they set foot back in the U.S.
Chiron had agreed and with Mr D's absence still being noted around camp, Chiron had clapped him on the back and welcomed him home before sending him on his way. He had avoided anyone and everyone and was more or less a little too excited to relax in his cabin.
He wanted to chill out for at least another few minutes until Annabeth got here and then he had planned a full day of making out and other fun activities. He blushes again at the thought.
"Do you know why?" he asks shoving his hands in his pockets before making his way towards the door, Rachel follows not too far behind him.
"No idea." She shrugs taking a few extra steps until they are walking equally, side by side. "I only just got back to camp when he sent me to get you."
Percy nods his head frowning at the grass below him, the sun pierces his skin burning his flesh in a way that is pleasant and calming, he doesn't realise he is smiling until Rachel gives him a strange look.
"How's school?" he fires off, trying to keep the conversation going, he hasn't seen her in what feels like a millennia. And while he had often made fun off Rachel's fast paced way of speech, he had genuinely missed the way she could quickly fire off a succession of comments and questions.
There is a loud sigh and a shrug of her shoulders before she deigns him with an answer, immediately he thinks that it is going to be bad news.
"Surprisingly amazing." She grunts with a frown. Percy raises his eyebrows, surprise written all over his features. "I mean I actually think I love it, not that I'm going to tell dad that." She smiles a little and Percy hasn't seen such a content smile in all his life.
He smiles back at her, even though she doesn't notice.
He nods his head along, removing his eyes from her features he gazes back towards the Big House. He understands how she feels, he would never tell anyone how much he had enjoyed New Rome, well not after what had happened at camp, Annabeth had told him to keep it down about them living in New Rome and after a brief argument he had agreed.
Even Jason had received a few death stares and heated words with a few campers within the few hours they had been back at camp.
It was a shame, Percy had wanted to show Frank and Hazel the place that he had called home and had fought tooth and nail for on multiple occasions, he had offered to show them around but after an uneasy look from Frank they had declined and instead went back to New Rome promising to keep in contact.
Percy knew they would, especially if Nico had any say in the matter.
Percy sighs loudly. Nico was a sore subject for him at the moment, the younger boy had refused to acknowledge him in any way possible and had once left the room just because Percy had decided to walk in, he had complained to Jason about it after the party the night before. Jason had given Percy a strangled look before shrugging his shoulders and telling him the boy just needed some time to himself.
Percy had tried to question the blonde as to what he meant but all questions fell on deaf ears as Jason shook his head telling him that Nico would tell him when he was ready.
Percy had no idea what that meant, but before he could ask him anything Annabeth had appeared next to him with a drink and a smile that spoke of silent promises.
Safe to say after that point of the night he hadn't seen or spoken to anyone as the two of them disappeared.
He smiles dopily.
"Made any friends?" he questions again desperate to keep the conversation going.
"Nope."
"No?"
She shrugs her shoulders and looks over at him. "Making friends outside of this place just seems so, so…"
"Boring?" he supplies.
"Yes!" she exclaims with an exasperated smile.
Percy looks down at her for a moment and shakes his head; he had no idea how important this place would be to someone he had meet in the Hoover Damn years before. But looking at Rachel Elizabeth Dare now he can see that she needs this place as much as he does.
It's a safe haven for them both, a place where demigods can eat, sleep and play in peace and a place where clear sighted mortals like RED can relax, knowing that yes there are strange creatures out there in the world and all that crazy stuff they see is not in their imagination or them having a psychotic attack and is in fact a group of monsters that want to peel the skin off your bones and cook you in a stew.
It's a scary truth, but it's also comforting to know that you aren't crazy.
Rachel stops dead in her tracks for a moment then. It takes Percy a second to realise that his best friend isn't walking beside him and is actually standing completely still with a faraway look. A look Percy has never seen before.
"What?" he questions turning to face her, his back to the big house.
Her head shakes for a moment as the palm of her hand rests on her forehead, her eyes are trailed down looking at the ground. She frowns before looking back up at Percy.
"Something doesn't feel right." She says simply and Percy is more than confused.
"What?" he asks again, a slight pit of worry forming in his gut, that pit was a bad sign for demigods. It usually meant danger.
"Nothing." She says again shaking her head with a smile and walking towards the big house, she is two steps ahead of a confused Percy when she turns around and tells him to hurry up. Percy follows obediently behind her.
By the time they actually make it to the Big House it is just Annabeth and Chiron sitting around the council table, tiny droplets of condensation slowly fall off their glasses and onto the ping pong table. Percy didn't realise how much he would miss the ratty old table, but now that he sees it in all its glory (?) he is starting to really feel patriotic of their camp.
He smiles at the object offering it a slight pat that he hopes everyone mistakes for a simple tap.
He would feel a little awkward having everyone know he missed the table and was patting it for reassurance.
"Did you just pat the table?" Annabeth asks after a few moments, she is smiling slightly and Percy almost blushes.
"No." he says instead focusing on Chiron who is locked in a small conversation with Rachel, Percy has no idea what they are talking about but it has Rachel giving Percy a strange look before she leaves the room, without so much as a 'Goodbye'.
Nothing my butt. He thinks of their earlier conversation and resolves to talk to Rachel about it after.
Chiron turns towards Percy then with a smile. Percy returns the smile immediately.
"Percy, my boy."
"Chiron."
"It's good to have you back." He says (again) with a smile that crinkles around his eyes, Percy can just imagine the tail swishing inside that mystical wheelchair.
"It's good to be back." Annabeth's hand finds his and gives is a reassuring squeeze. He looks back at her with a fond smile, this was how he wanted to spend all those months he was knocked out in an eternal slumber, sure he was glad that he had made new friends. People he would have never meant if it wasn't for Hera's almighty plan that seemed to screw up his school year. That was something else he would have to try and sort out over the coming days.
The thought of moving to New Rome was sounding better and better with every passing thought.
"So," he starts turning back to Chiron who is smiling at the duo in front of him, like a proud father. "What was it that you wanted to see me about?" he asks almost speculative, half afraid he would begin to ask about the months he was 'Asleep'.
He has been through enough questioning on that matter, enough for a lifetime or two. No one seems to understand the whole, 'I didn't know where I was, because I was asleep.'
"Ah." Chiron starts. The temperature in the room seems to drop at least two degrees. Annabeth's hand tightens slightly; Percy however misses this as he is too preoccupied with the butterflies in his stomach.
He gets the feeling he won't like what is coming next.
Chiron rests his elbows on the table, his chin lays atop his fists as he looks down at Percy with a speculative glance. "Annabeth," Percy's eyes immediately go towards his girlfriend who shares a steely glance with him before they shift back towards the centaur. "Has told me of your plans to move to New Rome."
Percy's heart seems to beat a little faster, Annabeth's hand holds his tightly, her eyes now focused on the table in front of her with a frown deepening the ridges of her forehead.
"What about them?" Percy questions, anger is starting to rise in his chest, this was their only chance to live peacefully together, to start a family, something both of them had wanted. He takes a slow calming breath, his nerves jitter in his gut.
Chiron for his part looks pained, as if he is a little unsure on how to proceed. Percy himself is a little unsure on how to proceed. Their future together seemed to rest on Chiron's next words.
"I'm just not sure if it's such a good idea."
Percy's stomach falls off Olympus and splats onto the pavement below with a resounding thud that has blood echoing in his ears. He isn't aware that he is shaking until Annabeth's hand squeezes a little too hard.
"What?" He is confused. Why can't they go? Why is it a bad idea? He looks at Annabeth, who is gritting her teeth with a frown. He can see the annoyance and anger written all over her features and so does Chiron. With a placating smile and a calming hand gesture he looks back at the two.
Percy can see the look of pity in his eyes with such clarity he almost starts to pity himself.
"Every time the two camps have met it has ended in bloodshed and war." Percy frowns in reply. "And I'm afraid most recently was no different." He looks sad, Percy notes, but he ignores that observation and allows his anger and frustration take charge.
"We saved the world together." He almost shouts, Annabeth's hand in his calms him down considerably. "Shouldn't that count for something?" Chiron just stares at him with that same sadness and pity.
"There have been many times," Chiron begins with a faraway look. "That we have co-operated with each other, but after every moment of peace there is war." He looks back at the two and Percy has to reel back in his seat from the look of protectiveness. "And I won't risk putting you two in danger."
"Not that we don't already have our fair share of danger anyway." Percy scoffs. Chiron simply looks at him with a sad frown.
Percy often feels pity for their mentor, he raises heroes to respect the gods and trains them to be the best that they can possibly be, sadly no one is invincible, no one can truly be the best and survive every attack. All it takes is one trip up, one slight miscalculation and they end up monster food.
He is more involved with half-bloods then the gods.
"He is right." Annabeth lets out after a few tense moments; Percy feels blindsided and immediately turns towards his girlfriend. She doesn't meet his eyes. "It would be too stupid for us to go there. That much hatred for each other, simply can't be overlooked from simply saving the world."
Percy looks down at the ping pong table in annoyance.
He knows they are right, but still he had hoped that maybe just once something amazing would happen for them, something like living in New Rome and raising a family together.
He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, giving her hand a squeeze.
"Fine." He grunts back. "Was that all Chiron?" he asks looking back up towards the older man.
Chiron smiles sadly and nods his ascent.
Slowly the pair raise from their seats, their hands shaking as they pull their chairs in. Percy really just wants to go chill out by the beach right now. He needs that salty fresh air. But he also needs the safety of his cabin.
"Oh and Percy," Chiron calls out from behind them, Percy takes a quick moment to turn around and look back at his mentor, Annabeth quietly shuffles out the door. He smiles up at the boy. "It really is good to have you back."
Percy manages to smile back, it doesn't reach his eyes, not really anyway. "Thanks again, Chiron."
The walk back to Percy's cabin is done in silence, both demigods far too lost in their own thoughts to even talk to each other, Percy's hands are stuffed in his pockets as he slowly makes his way towards the front door, a scowl almost permanently etched on his face.
His good mood from earlier vanished with Chiron's parting message.
Either way he is glad to be home. He has already promised his mum and Paul that he will be staying with them for a week, just after he has spent at least two days at camp with his friends.
They stop at his cabin where they encounter an awkward silence, something that hasn't occurred to them in quite a while. Percy wonders if this is how it was supposed to feel after kissing the girl of his dreams for the first time, too bad for him after his first kiss he was shoved into a battle with a group of monsters, he really never had any time for those awkward moments.
Annabeth looks at him square in the eyes with a soft look. "You know," she starts just as he is about to lean forward for a kiss. "I really did want to go To New Rome with you."
Percy smiles and puts a hand on her cheek and smiles at her, his forehead rests against hers. She watches him carefully.
"I know." He replies back with a peck on the lips. Her eyes follow his lips before trailing back up to his eyes. "We will figure something out." He replies with a sad smile. "We always do."
She laughs at him and moves back, punching his arm. "You mean I do."
He smiles back at her, rubbing his arm out of habit, and not because his girlfriend is insanely strong. "Yeah. That's what I said."
She smiles and reaches back up to brush her lips against his.
His eyes shut and he smiles as she retracts from him. "See you at dinner Wise girl." He says opening the cabin door with a click.
She smiles back at him and walks towards her cabin with a swagger.
Percy will not admit, nor deny that he watches her with rapt attention, his eyes focused on her butt as she walks.
He smiles to himself and shakes his head, before he once again immerses himself into his cabin. He takes one step through the threshold and his senses go into immediate danger mode, his hand reaches in for riptide as the pen sits snug in his pocket.
His eyes scanning the immediate area.
He doesn't know what it is but he can tell almost immediately that it is a god of some kind. He just hopes that it isn't one that wants to kick his butt or turn him into monster chowder, he really isn't in the mood for that today.
"Percy," a soft voice calls to him, it's innocent and familiar in a way that fills him with warmth and joy. "I'm not an enemy." The words are spoken carefully and Percy smiles slightly at the huddled mass on the trunk at the end of one of the bunks. The smile is one of confusion and genuine relief.
"Lady Hestia." He says with a slight bow.
"Stand Perseus." She says as she rises from her seated position. The young eight year old form walks towards him with a smile that looks far too old on the young face. "We don't have much time."
"Much time?" Percy questions leaning against one of the columns that supports the roof above him.
"Yes, unfortunately they have no accepted your answer."
Percy is genuinely confused by the goddess in front of him. He frowns as he tries to reason out what exactly she is saying, but all he comes up with are blanks and they are more annoying and frustrating then he would have thought.
"Who hasn't accepted my answer?" And what answer. He thinks to himself. But Hestia is too busy looking around the cabin, as if at any moment they may be interrupted.
"The Olympians." She answers in a hushed tone as she turns around to face the bunk he had been sleeping on since he first arrived at camps almost five years ago.
Suddenly Percy's world seems to crash around him and he is rushing towards Hestia with a concerned frown. "What?"
Hestia for her part looks unnaturally calm and nowhere near annoyed as she should be by Percy's constant questioning. "They are going to turn you." She says pulling a backpack out of nowhere.
She hands the small dark green pack to Percy, who is still watching the goddess in annoyance and fear.
"You are too valuable." She says opening the pack. "You have clothes," she points to a few pieces of fabric before shoving them aside and picking up a plastic screw top bottle. "A water bottle, a first aid kit, some protein bars, nectar, ambrosia and," she opens the front compartment revealing a wallet, Percy is astonished to note that while the clothes and back pack aren't his, the wallet is. "Your wallet."
"Wait." He says after she has begun to push him towards the back of the cabin. "What are you doing."
She sighs loudly, looking more panicked by the minute. "I'm helping you." A quick 180 turn to see if anyone is in the cabin with them, Percy thinks the goddess is a little paranoid. When she turns back to him, her eyes are wide and beseeching. "I shouldn't be helping you." She says sadly then.
"Then why are you?" Percy asks after a beat. The back pack is now slung over his shoulder. His back to the back window which leads out towards the forest.
She stares up at him and hugs him tightly. Percy shocked does little more than pat her on the back awkwardly, he hasn't been hugged by a goddess before, so he doesn't really know how to proceed.
Letting go she looks up at him, Percy stares into the warmth of her eyes and suddenly he feels at ease, as if she hasn't just told him to run away and leave everything behind.
"Because we are family. And I owe you."
Percy smiles slightly at that before shaking his head.
"But what about Annabeth?" he questions surging towards the door, he can't leave her. He won't do that again.
"No." Hestia orders, immediately Percy turns to her, she is biting her lip, her arm held out wide as if trying to stop him by way of the force, and who knows maybe she can do that. Suddenly a look of determination and resolve flits onto her features and she stares up at Percy with a sad smile. "I will tell her." Relief floods across Percy and suddenly running away doesn't feel so daunting. "But she can't go with you."
"What?" He shakes his head and moves for the door. "No." he resolves clenching his teeth. "I'm not leaving her."
"It's the only way." Hestia reasons. Her hand grips the side of his top. He looks down at her in annoyance, before remembering who she is and what she could do to him. "Her life would be in danger if she went with you." Somehow Percy doesn't deny that. He gives in and shakes his head.
"Fine." He grunts releasing the door knob. He turns towards the goddess. "But promise me you will keep her safe."
"I swear on the River Styx." Hestia replies with a soft smile. Percy can't help but smile back despite that fact he is leaving again, doing everything his guts is telling him not to do.
He moves back towards the window Hestia had ushered him towards, slowly he opens it and straddles the window sill he gives his cabin one last look around.
"This will all blow over soon Percy." She says softly. "I promise."
Percy nods and climbs out the window behind him.
He never noticed the goddess had not sworn on the Styx.
Chapter two done, so tell me what did ya think? Good? Bad? Terrible?
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