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Chapter Twelve - Carlos

They took a second train to Santa Fe the next night. Then they'd get on a plane to Dallas. At the mention of flying, Liam and Alyx had mixed reactions. Liam shivered, but nodded. Alyx wrinkled her nose.

"I hate heights." Liam muttered.

"Really? Why?" He shrugged.

"I've never flown before and I guess I got the fear from my mom."

"I hate planes period." Alyx crossed her arms, huffing.

"Unless you want to take a cab-"

"Fine, plane it is!" She stood, starting to pace and mumble to herself.

He laid in bed that night, the train moving but he didn't feel much because of the steady way they were going. The train was overnight, and would arrive early in the morning. He glanced down. Liam was sleeping, snoring softly, his hair disheveled. He noticed faint light illuminating Liam's face. He narrowed his eyes and leaned down, seeing Alyx on her phone.

"Go to sleep!" He hissed. Apparently he startled her because as soon as he told her, she jumped and shoved the phone under the sheets. He glared at the innocent look she gave him.

"Go. To. Sleep." She pouted and pulled out the phone, clicking it off and putting it aside.

"Only if you come sleep with me." He winced.

"Why?"

"Because I want someone to hold on to." He frowned but climbed down, crawling over her and then lying next to her. She happily put her arms around him, pulling his body into hers and nuzzling the back of his neck.

"Don't do anything weird to me while I'm sleeping." She nodded and sighed, rubbing his hip. Her breathing slowed a few minutes later, signaling she was asleep. Her grip around him never lessened, but to be honest he didn't mind. He slightly turned to see her face. The scars didn't distort her beauty at all, like you see in movies, but rather made it enhance. Her lashes were black and long, fluttering against her cheeks with her breathing. Her skin was so… Gorgeously flawless. Tanned, like she'd been in the sun her whole life, and sun-kissed like the way his mom would describe Apollo. The scars, one above her left eyebrow, thin and about the length of Pearl's pinky finger. The second an inch away from her right eye, and the third on her lower cheek. Her black hair was falling in her face, and unlike most people that were regulars from his mom's salon, her hair was actually soft. Velvety almost. Her hair had dried and now had a loose curl that'd he seen during training or lounging around. Pearl mentioned it to her once, which made her grin and ruffle her hair.

Before he knew it, he had turned all the way, his hands pulled to his chest, her arm around his waist to hold him close. He smiled a bit and slowly begin to fall asleep.

He stood in a dimly lit room with a concrete floor, concrete walls and broken down pillars. Steel doors were on the north wall. Eleven people, both men and women sat on the ground in tattered and stained robes, bleeding ichor, the blood of the gods. Their hair had been dirtied and tangled, their beards scraggly and unkempt. Their hands were tied together with steel chains, but the chains were cutting into their wrists horribly. He gulped as he laid his eyes on Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Hopefully they wouldn't sense his presence.

So Alyx's dream was true. The gods had been captured. He bit his lip as he watched Poseidon shuffle his position. Now, he knew that the gods were immortal and never aged, but Poseidon seemed to have aged like five years. All of the gods did in fact.

Then he noticed one missing and nearly scowled.

Hera.

He'd heard the true stories from his parents, never sugarcoating the stories at all. He wrinkled his nose and watched them in misery shuffle and shakily breathe.

"How do you think our grandchildren are faring…?" Aphrodite asked quietly.

"I do not know…" Zeus said. "I only hope they find out that we have been captured." The doors busted open, and a man with slicked back white hair, startling red eyes and pale skin walked in. He wore a nice Italian styled suit with a white shirt and a skinny black tie. He had an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Ah! My dear gods!" He said. His voice sent shivers down Carlos's spine. It was rich and persuasive, similar to charmspeak, but only because his mom told him about it. He'd never actually done it or heard it. It was deep and charming, and had a slight accent to it. Was that British or Australian he heard? He went with British.

Two Laistroygian's flanked him, armed and covered in black metal and black axes.

The gods glared coldly.

"How are you faring in this…" He looked around, wrinkling his nose. "Huh, thought I said to put them in the luxury dungeon."

"That is reserved for Plan J, remember?" One of the giants said, his voice deep and booming.

"Oh, right, right." He gave them a toothy grin. "I'm really sorry to burst in on your conversation, but I thought you'd like to see your grandchild." He said, pointing to Poseidon. He narrowed his sea green eyes, just like Percy Jackson's. The man snapped his fingers and a screen appeared in front of him, startling him a bit.

He teared up and nearly choked.

It showed Alyx in her clothes from the first day she picked him up, smiling and laughing.

"Oh, sweet, innocent Alyx. Has no idea who she is or where she's from." He gave another smile and their horrified faces.

"Where is she!?" Poseidon yelled, straining against his chains. His face was filled with anger and hate. "Tell me where my granddaughter is!"

He sat up, hitting heads with Liam, who yelped and backed away, holding his forehead. He felt something drip onto his hands, and realized he was crying. He heard the bathroom door open.

"Carlos?" Alyx ran over, dressed in jeans and a crop top, her scars and tattoos very visible. He looked at her, wide eyed and in shock. He grabbed her and hugged her tightly, loving the scent of her.

"Don't leave me." He whispered. She laughed slightly.

"Why would I leave you?" He tightened, making her grunt a bit and soften, hugging him back.

"I won't leave you. I promise."

"E-E-Even when you get your memory back?"

"I won't leave you no matter what." He nodded and buried his face into her neck, trembling rather violently. She rubbed his lower back, mumbling reassuring things in his ear.

He managed to get himself into the bathroom and take a shower. Gods, how embarrassing. Crying in front of Liam, who he barely knew, and sobbing like a brat not wanting his mother to leave him at daycare. He shivered and sniffed, thinking about his dream. He thought of the principal, and Camp Half-Blood.

He bit his lip, not wanting to accept this but…

Was Alyx Percy Jackson's daughter?

To Be Continued...