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"Where's Grover?"
Bianca looked at me, as if she was dying of sadness./p
"Annabeth….. Uh... When Percy... you know... Because Grover had an empathy link with him... He also... Died..." She said, not looking me in the eye.
"What?" | whispered, letting this sink in. No, no no please let this be a dream. Let this be a horrible dream and I wake up and Percy and Grover are there when I walk out of my cabin... It can't be true.
Grover Underwood... Percy Jackson... My two best friends... Lost. Gone. Dead. Because of me.
"I- I'm sorry... I know I've said it already, but... I can't say it enough... They both would be alive if I had just not taken the stupid toy. Or if I had stopped Percy from going..." Bianca murmured.
I fell to my knees right there and then, not caring that this was Olympus or that everyone was watching me. I put my face in my heads and started weeping. I didn't stop, even when I felt a strong pair of arms lift me up. I didn't care who it was, or what they were doing, the only thing on my mind was everything that went wrong with my life. My mom, my dad, my stepmom, my brothers, my sisters. They wouldn't understand. Even Thalia, the person who could understand me the most, wouldn't understand. Why were the fates so cruel? I kept crying until I fell asleep, the exhaustion finally catching up to me.
Athena's POV
I watched as my daughter crumpled to the floor, sobbing her eyes out. For once in my millennia of life, I was confused; that was the only thing I was sure about. My daughter, crying about some foolish son of Poseidon? I thought. For how long did she care for him? And that silly satyr- still believing in Pan, when it was clear he had faded years ago. I had felt it.
All of us, Olympians and demigods alike, gazed at Annabeth, some with pity, some with confusion (mostly me), some with sadness, and some with grief. She stayed on the floor, while her friends tried to comfort her. And then, I watched in anger as Annabeth was held by none other than my greatest rival. Poseidon. I couldn't believe my eyes. There must be something wrong with this action. A joke, or, a prank, as you mortals would say these days. I thought Poseidon hated children of mine! I stood and tried to walk over to my daughter, but Zeus stopped me.
"Let her be, daughter. They both have suffered a great loss. Let them grieve." He said, in a tone that warned me not to interfere.
"Hmph." I said, angry that even my father, who quarrelled with Poseidon more than I did, wasn't letting me do anything. I just sat back down and glared as the sea god handled my daughter with a surprising gentleness. He lifted her up, and walked over to Bianca, and whispered something into her ear. This just annoyed me. Why would he not say it in front of the Olympian council?
"Take care of her, for my son's sake. Protect her, and do not blame yourself. I forgive you. It was his choice. Do not waste this chance he has given you. Now, you must leave. Olympus has… Business needing taken care of." He told her, looking her straight in the eye. She kneeled, and nodded her head. Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you. Artemis had told Bianca she should stay to take care of Annabeth, when she had called the daughter of Hades to her throne. Zeus looked at her one more time and grimaced.
"Goodbye Bianca Di Angelo, but be warned. Your time of difficulty is yet to come."
And with that, the demigods left.