Hello! How're you all doing? Great, I hope. This story is still winding down. If you'd like, here's the rundown. They're gonna edit the cave, get flashed to Olympus, and then the Olympians are gonna reward them. Because theyve been trying to get rid of Moctezumal but couldn't, or they just really hated that guy and they were glad he was gone. They're gonna get some gifts, all of them (the main people, not the Aztecs. Of course, they do get something but that's secret!) and then they go back to camp, Daisy is happy again with Percy and her sister Rose shuts up! And they all live happily ever after. That's the rundown without any major spoilers. Ok, my poll is still up! Join the 54 people who have already voted! Vote before time runs out! I own nothing but you should enjoy the chapter anyways!
Thalia's POV (short, just a recap of last chapter. Nothing new)
Just as I was finishing that thought, the new Percy finally caught up to me. I hadn't realized I was walking until I saw him jogging to catch up.
Surprised when j didn't greet him with a smart remark, Percy asked, "Are you okay?"
Barking out a noise that resembled a harsh laugh, I deadpanned, "Yeah. I peachy. Are you though?"
His confused face mirrored my thoughts, except my thoughts were more sad and confused than his face seemed. He wasn't sad about who he became, not even confused about that. He was confused about me, someone he knew for several years, a decade even. I hardly feel like I knew him all that time.
Percy's POV
I'm starting to the get the feeling that Thalia doesn't like me anymore. Just a hunch. I don't know why. I've been nice to her, treated her good, tried to be friendly. But she sneers at me, flashes the cold shoulder.
She says I've changed. That's I'm not Percy Jackson.
The only thing that changed about me is my personality. And I think the color of my eyes might be darker. That's not a big difference. I mean, a personality doesn't matter! It doesn't define who you are!
"It so does you liar," scoffed Alexander from inside my head. He was not every happy with the new Percy Jackson.
"I agree with Alex," joined Wrath's voice. "When we represent the body, are we supposed to be ourselves now, the old you, or this stupid idiot?"
I internally growled. "I'm right here you little son of a-"
"Woah! Language dude!" Jake interrupted. "There's little kids here."
"I'm not a little kid," Somos mumbled. "I'm as old as you guys are."
"But you're still a little kiddy to us Somos!"
I growled under my breath, swearing at them for making me distracted. "I'll get you all for that!"
To my frustration and disgust, they all laughed in unison at me. "Yeah right! Like we're actually scared of you. And we believe that you'll hurt us! Even if you're totally different, you're still Percy. And he'd never hurt anyone else. Especially his brothers, aka us!"
Muttering about out how much I hate them, I couldn't help but realize they're right. I try to tell this stupid body to kill them, to match my new personality, but it can't. It's been trained not to hurt them, and I'm not yet strong enough. But soon I will be.
Let me clear a few things up. I didn't create a new alter ego or anything when j became this new Percy. I literally did that. It's like changing your mind. First, you decide you like white (or being the old Percy). Then, you reach a point in your life where you realize that black is better (or I'm better). Get it? The old Percy is gone forever, and I'm not just saying that. I should know, because I am Percy Jackson.
Forever and ever now. Starting now.
Third Person POV (it works best for now. I hate it, but it works best. And it's not Everyone's POV, or Nobody's POV. It's third person)
Unknown to the two cousins bringing up the back of the procession, the front line was stopped. They were mere yards from the hole, but when the sentry went ahead to peek up, it became clear that it was the dead of night up on the surface.
Anne was faced with two choices. Go up now, and risk the Olympians being asleep, or sleep in the tunnel using the blankets and pillows while wasting time. Shocking Pat, who was about to give orders to start the climb, Anne decided on staying put. In her mind, it's best to waste time and all be together and fine in the morn, than to risk the Olympians sleeping, forgetting to flash them up, and then having everyone get attacked by bears, coyotes, or lions. Because you can definitely see wild man-eating lions in the forests of Virginia.
After giving the order for blankets and pillows to be given to everyone, Anne curled up on the dirt floor of the tunnel, a thin sheet draped over her slim form and a miniature pillow cushioning her head. To Anne's left, Pat stared holes into her best friend and boss's back before sighing and rolling over.
Pat's POV
I don't know how long Anne plans to keep this up. Something has been "troubling" her, as she keeps telling me. But she insists that she's fine. She doesn't need anything, nothing is wrong. Everything is just hunky-doory.
She ain't fooling me. I am a demigod after all, and even if she doesn't know my parentage, that doesn't mean I don't. I can tell that she's lying. I can tell what she's hiding too. I know that she plans to abandon us when the gods flash us to Olympus. I understand her motives, I feel her pain. For its also my pain.
And yet, here I am still. Not one word otherwise. But that's alright. She can't be expected to pay attention to everyone else's feelings. Not her, the leader.
I know that she plans to leave. But I know, from what I've picked up, that everyone else that's left needs her. Especially Percy. Now that I met him, he feels like the older brother i never had. And I'm going to do anything to help him.
Even if it means standing up to my best friend and eventually hurting her inside. But I'll do it. Because not only the leader has to make hard choices.
Ill do do anything to stop Anne from leaving. Anything.