Important A/N: I've got a new story idea and would really appreciate some feedback on what you guys think of it. Percy is orphaned at 10, goes on the run, and he comes across Annabeth, Thalia, and Luke (Percy and Annabeth will both be aged up to 10 instead of 7. I promise it'll make sense). They're all heading to camp together until Percy again gets separated from them and ends up all on his own while the other three get to camp/Thalia gets tree'd. Won't get into anymore details, but that would be the premise of it before following an altered PJO. Also, I was thinking of taking a stab at Perlia because I've only seen the pairing a handful of times and haven't come across what I would consider a good one. Would love to hear what you guys think about the idea.
Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 14: Gods' Upheaval, Gods' Redemption
Nico wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest if the entire throne room could hear the arrhythmic throbbing coming from his chest. His heart roared in his ears as his mind raced to process everything that had happened, and everything that was still happening, in the handful of seconds that had passed since Athena had spoken.
The white warrior he'd heard so much about had appeared. As her first act, she'd cleaved the Master Bolt in two. Then, an unbelievably powerful woman had materialized– a primordial, Hemera. A moment later, the white warrior's helm had vanished and revealed Annabeth, exactly the one who'd died in Tartarus months ago. That should've been enough; Nico's shock had already reached its limit.
But the bombshells had continued with Hemera's admission that Percy was alive. At that moment, Nico had accepted that he'd lost it; there was no way for this to be transpiring in reality. His vision had narrowed. But just before the son of Hades' overloaded mind had shorted out, it'd snapped to terrified attention as the embodiment of Hell itself coalesced just meters from him.
Tartarus and Hemera continued to hold their silent standoff, each primordial waiting for the other to move first. The dark whirlpool encompassing the monstrous deity's face wasn't even addressing Nico, but the young god felt unbearable terror icing its way through his entire body. Around him, every Olympian stood just as horrified, shivering as they slowly inched for their weapons. The only sound in the room was Annabeth.
Her ragged breathing echoed around the silent Hall of the Gods, a thin knife that did little to cut through the elevating tension. Even from next to Hades' seat at the end of the U-shape of thrones, Nico could see Annabeth shaking. Her trembling hands slowly made their way to her temples, digging through her hair, unsuccessful in their attempt to stop her tears from falling. The son of Hades felt sick watching her, unable to imagine what she must be going through, what she must have already been through, receiving news like that. He could barely understand the words himself. Percy was alive.
Hemera's eyes darted to Annabeth, and the twisted rage on the primordial's face fell away for a moment. But the contorted expression quickly returned, marring her kind eyes and soft lips, before she faced Tartarus again.
"Why. Are. You. Here."
There was no questioning tone in her hardened voice, an impossible shift from the serenity of when she'd first spoken. Hemera seemed to already expect an answer; her eyes glowed white, and a double-edged sword appeared in her hand. A metallic note rang as the weapon's bright, burning tip struck the throne room's marble. Tartarus cackled as he raised his hands in mocking surrender. The raucous sound carried an equal, if not greater, sharpness as his razor talons.
"Peace," he demanded before training his 'face' on Annabeth's unkempt form.
The demigod's hands had interlaced atop her head, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Each shaking breath revealed that every attempt of hers to calm herself couldn't have been any less successful. Athena dropped her spear and shrank to her human form, whispering in her daughter's ear to no avail. Considering the unfocused, distant expression on the demigod's face, Nico wouldn't be surprised if Annabeth couldn't even hear her mother.
His veins chilled further when the rageful aura emanating from Tartarus seemed to dim. Its malevolence was replaced by sickening glee, shown in the tight grin on the primordial's sinewy face as the vortex shifted to humanoid features. Nico's stomach turned as he realized the reasoning behind Tartarus' excitement. The hellish primordial didn't seem to care about any specific goal at the moment; he was content feeding off the tortured anguish all but made visible inside Annabeth.
Nico's jaw clenched, churning anger replacing his apprehension towards the monster standing before him. He took only a single step forward before Hemera seemed to arrive at the same conclusion. With a final glance at her champion, her aura brightened as she raised her sword.
"You disgusti–"
Two heaving thuds sounded, and Nico stumbled under the shaking weight of the twin sickles that had cracked the marble they fell against. Tartarus' smile stretched further against his taut, purple skin as he again raised his talons in surrender.
"I truly have only come to spea–"
"Then speak," Hemera snapped, cutting off Tartarus' drawling tone.
The hellish being growled before his red eyes snapped from god to god, throne to throne.
"It is time for this iteration of Olympus to end. It is a shell that deserves to be shed and shattered."
Tartarus' venomous glare settled on Zeus, whose face remained drained of color as it turned away from the thinly sparking bolt of lightning on the floor. Pointing a single digit towards the King of the Gods, Tartarus continued,
"I believe you understand that best, Zeus, considering the disloyalty present in your council."
A wave of unease washed across the throne room as the King of the Gods silently traced the surrounding deities before returning his eyes to the malevolent primordial. Nico had just barely discerned the linger of Zeus' gaze on each of the Olympians that hadn't bent to his every whim. As of a minute ago, Athena seemed to have lost his favor as well.
But what had Nico most worried was Hemera's silence. The primordial watched angrily as Tartarus spoke, but she did nothing. Her attention frequently switched between Annabeth, still being hopelessly whispered to by Athena, and Tartarus. Nico saw Hemera's other hand find its way to her glowing white blade, tightening on the hilt like a vice. Her whole body stood tense, and Nico couldn't meet the blinding light emanating from her eyes. It felt to him as if she wanted to bound forward, but something was stopping her.
What is she waiting for? Nico thought to himself before Tartarus continued.
"Even without my intervention, it would only be a matter of time before Olympus fell from within," the primordial grated, eyes again flickering between the gods, "Expedite the process. Abandon your cause, and raise a new one from the ashes."
Nico breathed a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding when color returned to Zeus' face. The young god's anxiety, terrified that the King of the Gods could even go that far, slowly dissipated. Zeus' expression contorted as his face burned red, and he ripped his Master Bolt from the throne room floor. It still only sparked weakly, but it had finally inched back together into its former shape. Thunder rolled across the throne room, reverberating into a deafening orchestra.
"YOU, the Primordial of the Pit, are asking me to ally with you?! In some ridiculous expectation that someone would trust that you will not kill us all anyways?!"
Nico's brow furrowed instantly, and a handful of Olympians shifted at Zeus' outburst. Before anyone could question the direction of the god's anger, Tartarus released a searing laugh that ripped cracks open in the surrounding walls.
"Ally. You are an ant in my shadow. I am telling you to leave Olympus, to step away from this Eclipse, with anyone loyal to you," the Primordial drawled, leering over the stunned Olympians, "As for trust, no. That is for the weak, the naive. I will make you a vow. I swear over the Void of Chaos to not kill you or any other Olympian that leaves and chooses not to oppose me. And Olympus becomes yours, truly yours, when I am done with it."
Silence wasn't given the opportunity to fall over the throne room before an ancient voice reverberated from all sides.
I accept your contract.
Hemera's grip on her weapon loosened as she stared into the sky with eyes wide. Only then did the Hall of the Gods fall still. Zeus stood with his back straightened, his mouth half-open as it considered its next spoken words. Athena's head snapped up from Annabeth as horror etched itself across her features, her eyes directed towards her silent father. Artemis shared her expression, as did some other Olympians. But no one spoke before Jason did, emerging from his peering position behind his father's throne.
"D-dad?" he stuttered, "What are you waiting for? You can't be considering this, right?"
Nico couldn't help but feel some amount of sympathy for his former crewmate. Trembling at the front of the throne room, Jason seemed terrified. His gaze was sporadic as his entire worldview shattered in front of him. The young god's eyes snapped between Annabeth and Zeus and Tartarus. The friend he'd condemned to her death, who'd saved him from his own just a day prior. The father who'd filled his head with dreams of glory, who seemed to be considering the words of a monster. And the monster himself, who Jason had thought his terrible actions would have stopped from arriving.
Zeus didn't even turn to acknowledge his son, still fixated on that same spot in the distance while thoughts invisible to everyone else turned in his mind. Tartarus' growing smile threatened to shear the skin that stretched to translucence around his cheekbones. He pressed on.
"Whether or not you openly join my cause is of no interest to me; Olympus' future is set. Look around you, paltry gods. Dionysus, Ares, Poseidon. All dead. And the culprit? Merely a fraction of my power."
Tartarus waved his hand, and what looked like an iron cell materialized behind him. Twisted metal covered every inch of the box, coiling into itself like thick barbed wire and blocking out any view of its contents. Until Tartarus snapped his fingers.
The thick wiring creaked as a wall unwound itself, unveiling the prisoner bound inside. Nico stumbled back when the flames of the hearth illuminated the figure. Suspended midair, impaled on a stake through his back, lay Tartarus' champion in his black armor. But his helm was nowhere to be found, revealing to the Hall of the Gods the face of Percy Jackson. The demigod's eyes were closed, his face was slack, but the labored rise and fall of his ruptured chest told everyone present that he truly was still alive.
At the foot of Athena's throne, Annabeth's eyes shot open. Her frantic gaze snapped towards the arrived prison, bloodshot eyes settling on the broken form inside. In an instant, her harrowed trembling washed away, instead replaced by a deep stillness and a palpable aura. The demigod's owl helm rematerialized over her head, and twin daggers appeared in her hands.
"Would you like me to wake him?" Tartarus asked, baring his teeth in a grin, "Or would you like to keep your seats?"
A warbling shriek erupted from Annabeth's armored form as her wings ripped her into the air, and she dove towards the prison. Hemera and Athena tore behind her at a moment's notice, all three imperceptible blurs that had shot past the hearth before Nico could blink. As he swung his entire body to follow them, the son of Hades only heard the fading echo of Tartarus' laughter and found the trio standing amidst nothing but dissipating red haze.
Annabeth shoved both of her blades to their hilts into the marble of the floor, stifling another scream as she knelt. Tearing her gaze from her anguished daughter, Athena whirled towards the King of the Gods. Her sentiments were voiced more quickly by Artemis.
"Father! Why are you still silent?!"
There was no respect, no restraint, in her voice. Nico could see on her face that the Goddess of the Hunt meant to convey nothing but disgust. Slowly, Zeus met her eyes, but he didn't answer. His gaze shifted from his daughter to Jason. Then from Jason to the dim weapon in his own hands, the central tear still visible. Then from his Master Bolt to Annabeth, momentarily pausing on her glowing daggers buried in the floor. Finally, his eyes moved from the returned demigod to the surrounding Olympian thrones. Most accurately, he surveyed the two that were rubble before he settled on his standing one.
Zeus' lips eventually moved, releasing a nearly inaudible whisper. Hera grimaced before she steeled herself and vanished in a flash of light.
"Where did she go?!" Artemis shouted, horror creeping into her voice.
The King of the Gods finally regarded the goddess, his vision hardening. After seeming to swallow a lump in his throat, Zeus finally spoke aloud.
"It is the only way."
The throne room plunged into abject silence. Hemera froze as her eyes found the Olympian, disbelief not a strong enough word to describe her expression. Annabeth's head snapped in his direction, and her helm unleashed a dangerous flash of light. Any following questions died in Athena's throat, and Artemis stumbled backwards with her mouth agape. Hades' pale face suddenly burned red, and Hestia's expression reflected the dimming embers of the hearth.
"It is the only way," Zeus repeated more firmly, "They are all coming for m– for all of us."
What shocked several of the surrounding Olympians most was that the King of the Gods had gestured towards Hemera as he'd spoken. Zeus huffed before continuing, unable to hide the harsh edge in his voice.
"But now, we have a promise of Chaos. We must leave now if we are to preserve our reign."
Solely from his suddenly permeating aura, Nico knew his father had finally had enough.
"You mean YOUR REIGN!" Hades shouted, nothing but malice laced in his voice, "If you abandon this place, our home, you are siding with Tartarus and are an enemy of Olympus!"
"I AM OLYMPUS!" Zeus roared as thunder boomed and lightning erupted across his body.
Almost instinctively, the King of the Gods raised his Master Bolt in his display, and its damaged form sputtered with sparks before dimming. The rolling thunder silenced, and the tendrils of lightning around Zeus thinned to spindly webs. The Olympians' voice heaved.
"I… I am going to save Olympus. It is the only way to survive this Eclipse," he breathed, staring at his weapon.
Nico's first thought was how much the Olympian sounded like Jason on the Argo II. But the similarity vanished from the young god's mind when Zeus' eyes hardened again as he regarded the surrounding Olympians.
"Make your choice. It determines your longevity."
No other Olympian could respond before Zeus thrust his bolt overhead and vanished in a spark. Nico's head spun on a swivel as he heard a staff hit the ground across from him and watched as Hermes dematerialized. In the following seconds, Hephaestus and Demeter followed suit. The remaining Olympians remained soundless, frozen in their shock, as they processed the schism that had effectively torn their family in two.
Ten people remained in the throne room of Olympus. Six major gods, two minor ones, a Seraph, and a primordial. Out of them all, the Seraph found her voice first. Annabeth ripped her blades out of the floor and dematerialized her helm, her sharp eyes instantly training on Jason. As her twin daggers touched, they coalesced into a single blade that the demigod leveled in the direction of her former crewmate.
"What about you? Siding with Zeus again?"
Nico's vision blurred as he watched Jason swallow a lump in his throat and curl his lips inward; the son of Jupiter was trying to stop himself from crying. On the opposite end of the blade, Annabeth seemed to be doing the same. Jason could do nothing but slowly shake his head in response. Annabeth's sword hand started to shake, and Nico could no longer hold back his own tears. He'd waited long enough to hug the friend he'd lost months ago.
The son of Hades ran forward and wrapped Annabeth in an embrace, and the daughter of Athena mirrored him just as tightly, each sobbing into the other's shoulder as the white blade vanished into nothing. Their reunion didn't last more than a minute before Hades barked his son's name. Nico unwillingly detached himself from the white armor that seemed to warm him like the spring sun, and he faced the God of the Underworld.
"Inform your friend," Hades said forcefully before making an almost-shooing motion with his hand.
Nico ventured a quick glance at Jason and found tears trickling from his eyes, and he quickly turned away. The son of Hades whispered to Annabeth.
"We've been planning a rebellion against Zeus for months, and I need to tell everyone else about what happened here. Will you come with me?"
Annabeth's eyes widened before she looked at Hemera, but the demigod seemed conflicted. She posed a silent question, or maybe a demand, and the Primordial of Day donned a somber expression before nodding. Nico didn't question the look in Annabeth's eyes as she nodded at him, and the pair dissolved into shadow.
(Line Break)
Following the pair's disappearance from the throne room, it seemed as if nobody left behind felt the urge to speak.
Hestia had returned to her seat at the hearth, her head buried in her hands as thin embers of the central flame fought to stay alight. The Goddess of the Hearth hadn't even had time to mourn Poseidon before her family had ripped apart in front of her.
The twin archers sat in their thrones wearing mirrored, listless expressions. Apollo sat uncharacteristically still, shocked into silence for the entirety of the horrible assembly, and he slumped in his seat. Artemis sat upright in hers, unbearably tense as her knuckles turned white on her armrests.
What had happened here in such a short time?
Hades still stood indignantly, his jaw clenched as he fought to not be overwhelmed by his emotions; one of his brothers had died, and the other had abandoned his home at the behest of his ultimate killer.
Athena and Aphrodite shared glances, their sorrow made more than apparent in their silent exchange. The pair had also returned to their thrones, still in the midst of processing how they'd ended up here; three Olympians dead, five gone, and less than half a family left behind.
Hemera's heart broke again and again as she traced the expressions of each of the gods who'd remained in the throne room. Jason wasn't an exception to her heartrent gaze; she felt pity for the young god who sat at the foot of Zeus' throne with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. He was rocking slowly as he stared unfocused. Hemera cleared her throat.
"I am so sorry for everything that has transpired here today," she said as all heads turned towards her.
"Thank you, Lady Hemera," Artemis began, slowly letting her shoulders drop as the warmth carried in the primordial's voice washed over the room, "I am glad to finally meet you."
The Primordial of Day smiled at the goddess.
"As am I. For thousands of years, I have appreciated your recognition of me at the beginning and end of every night, never expecting a response."
Artemis blinked twice, having never realized that the primordial may have been watching over her all of those times. Apollo leaned forward from his throne, the color returned to his face.
"Did– Could you hear me, too?"
Hemera chuckled softly, and the melody seemed to spark against the rising embers of the hearth.
"'Sup, Apollo."
The word couldn't have sounded more foreign coming out of the primordial's mouth. Still, an even more alien occurrence made itself known a moment later when Apollo stuttered and blushed from his throne. Before the normally quick-witted god could formulate his next thought, Hestia spoke from the center of the room.
"My Lady, it is an honor to have you here. But, why have you come, and how did Annabeth end up with you?"
"As for Percy," Hades added, his voice less kind, "How is he tied to you? It seemed that you were waiting for his arrival with Tartarus; there was more than enough time to attack beforehand."
Hemera smiled softly as she conjured a seat at the mouth of the U-shape of thrones. After lowering herself, the Primordial of Day explained everything from the meeting in Chaos' throne room to her decision of breaching the contract that'd been made that day.
Over the course of her retelling, Hemera had watched the reactions of every Olympian carefully, but no one had earned her focus like Jason had when he'd learned about Annabeth's decision to save him.
Once she'd finished, Hemera remained silent as she waited for someone to voice an opposing opinion. The Primordial of Day felt no regret towards her decision of raising Tartarus alongside herself, but she would completely understand the perspective of any gods who disagreed. Her sentiments were only enhanced by the harrowing events that'd led to half of the Olympians abandoning their home entirely.
"Thank you, Lady Hemera," Athena whispered as tears welled in her eyes, "for not leaving my daughter to her suffering. You could have ended this Eclipse with only your silence after being unbound, but you chose to try and save her and Percy as well."
Hades had finally seated himself, and the God of the Underworld considered his own feelings towards the matter. He cleared his throat.
"It was a benevolent decision, certainly, but its consequences could be immeasurable. This puts the entirety of the world at risk, and your appearance here was undoubtedly the catalyst of the absence of half the gods on this council."
Hemera listened earnestly while two other Olympians moved to speak at once. Artemis paused when both she and Aphrodite caught their voices, and the Goddess of the Hunt sat stunned when she met horribly bloodshot eyes. She motioned for the Goddess of Love to speak first, who thanked her with a stiff nod.
"Hades," Aphrodite began, attempting to force her shaking voice to level, "you don't understand their pain. None of us do, and it made me sick to sense even a fraction of it."
Of course, Hemera understood that she was talking about the dyad between Percy and Annabeth. The rest of the Olympians knew the same, all well aware of its rare existence among certain pairs of people. The God of the Underworld's eyes hardened.
"Are you saying that I do not love my wife? That I do not understand being separated from her?"
Aphrodite's eyes darkened as she bared her teeth.
"Do not make this about you!" she hissed, "I am the only one who can see even a glimpse into the love between people. Their connection, the intensity of their dyad, is nothing like I have ever felt. And their pairing remains broken, still growing, only becoming worse after Annabeth saw Percy's body in that prison."
None of the gods needed Aphrodite's powers to gain at least a rudimentary understanding of Annabeth's feelings during the entirety of the assembly. Hades retracted his glowering as Aphrodite continued.
"If Lady Hemera hadn't freed Tartarus, there would be no opportunity to stop their pain without their deaths. And stretched into eternity, I cannot begin to understand how horrible that burden would become."
The following silence didn't last long before Artemis continued in support of Hemera's decision.
"Regardless, Hades, we already agreed just before the meeting to support the demigods in their rebellion."
Before the rest of the room could question what, exactly, Artemis was talking about, she continued.
"Zeus' lust for power would have bubbled up and exploded over a lengthier time frame anyways. It is horrible what happened here, but both he and the Olympians loyal to him would have made this decision later."
Hemera quickly realized that the rebellion Artemis mentioned must have been where Nico had taken Annabeth. The Primordial of Day watched Jason's head snap up towards the rest of the Olympians, the young god soaking in the idea that his former crewmates were likely all working together against Olympus. Silently, Hemera wondered where the son of Jupiter would come down on the situation after the ordeal that'd just transpired. The sudden roar of the hearth brought the primordial out of her thoughts.
"I believe all of us are approaching this decision incorrectly."
Hestia had spoken shakily, and all heads turned towards her. Tears trickled down the goddess' face, but her eyes shone and she was smiling.
"There are arguments to be made about Lady Hemera's choice, both emotional and logical ones. But they should not matter at all. Above all else, this is a chance for us all to undo the horrible mistake we made when the Greater Prophecy was first revealed to us. This entire ordeal, inarguably, began the day we sat idly by while two demigods were condemned to their deaths in an attempt to save the world."
The twin archers sat up straight in their thrones, mulling over the goddess' words. Aphrodite wiped her eyes, and Hades' brows furrowed. Athena bit her lip as she thought back on that day, knowing she hadn't sat quietly; she'd come up with the idea. The Goddess of Wisdom realized Hestia was looking directly at her, and she felt the hearth's warmth rush through her body.
"This is our chance to do the opposite," Hestia continued, addressing all of the Olympians, "Lady Hemera made the decision for us to save both of them as well as the world. We cannot squander this; it is how we make Olympus whole again. We lost ourselves that day, and Lady Hemera's choice is our opportunity to return to what we should be."
No Olympian voiced another disagreement.
(Line Break)
Nico and Annabeth reappeared inside of a tent. The daughter of Athena looked around confused, mapping the huge interior of what was undoubtedly a magical tent belonging to the Hunt. She found a slim bed tucked into the corner, adorned with black sheets and black covers and black pillows. The couch near the center of the tent was also black, as was the matching recliner that pointed to the black TV mounted on a black countertop. Annabeth turned back to Nico, smiling softly.
"I was going to say 'I thought you were taking me to some rebellion camp,' but now I want to know why you don't like any other colors."
Nico laughed.
"Because it fits with everything. And the rebellion camp is right outside," Nico said, pointing towards the tent flaps, "we're just inside my tent where you're going to get some sleep."
Annabeth began to protest, but Nico just shook his head.
"I'm insanely exhausted after that meeting," the son of Hades explained, "and I can tell that you're in even worse shape after all of that."
The daughter of Athena sighed. She truly wanted nothing more than to rest. To learn that Percy was alive, and then to see him like that, had done a serious number on the demigod. She smiled again at Nico as she thanked him. The son of Hades grinned for a moment before his lip trembled.
"Thank you for being alive, Annabeth. It's been a really hard few months believing you guys were gone."
Before either could cry again, Nico cleared his throat and straightened up, smiling.
"There's gonna be enough time for more sobbing hugs tomorrow after I tell Thalia everything. For now, you sleep. Bed, sofa, recliner, whatever. Oh, and I've got extra clothes right–"
Annabeth's armor dematerialized from her body, seamlessly replaced by her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and a pair of blue shorts. She winked at the stunned son of Hades.
"Personally not a fan of wearing black-on-black."
"Man, that armor is so cool."
Annabeth laughed softly as she made herself comfortable on the couch, and Nico turned to leave his tent.
"Goodnight, Annabeth," the young god called behind him.
"Goodnight, Nico," the demigod answered.
In a matter of seconds following Nico ducking out of his tent, Annabeth drifted into a deep sleep. It took only a moment more for the daughter of Athena to find herself on a familiar strip of beach.
The midday sun beat down on her, its warmth wringing the soreness from her body. A cool breeze meandered in from over the sea, carried by the tide breathing against the coast of Long Island Sound. The sand beneath her burned the soles of her feet, exactly hot enough to make her keep shifting her weight. Everything about the beach was exactly how she liked it.
But there was just one thing keeping the scene from being picture perfect, and Annabeth turned to find it just feet in front of her: tanned skin, a crooked smile, and those green eyes full of witchlight.
A/N: Man we've got a LOT of lines drawn, and I'm so excited to write this coming dream. I'm going to do my best to not rush through the rest of the story, but I realistically think we're nearing the big scary confrontation. Still some serious stuff to do, but I'm certain the length won't come close to Divergent Path's 140k word count. That honestly works out better for me because it makes me sad putting my favorite characters through so much pain. Still more to go tho :(
AvatarVader: Holy Craaaap lets go! I wanna see how this burgeoning civil war turns out! I wanna see the Nico and Thalia side vs. the old gods, Not to mention the assassin's dyad we've got going on with Percy and Annabeth. Hmmm Dya-ssassin? Either way, can't wait to see more overpowered Demigods wreaking havoc and taking names (and lives of the gods) My vote... Annabeth offs Hera, because Hera was historically a jerk to Annabeth. Cant wait for the next chapter!
The looming civil war is really going to be scary, especially considering the external enemy with Tartarus. This could turn into a three-sided war, with our heroes fighting on two fronts at once. What if Zeus openly allies with Tartarus... He wouldn't go that far right? Isn't abandoning home enough? Either way, Annabeth will definitely be getting the opportunity to stand against Hera in some way. I wonder what Jason's role will be. He really is going through crazy emotional turmoil.
levisorous: aw shucks man, you've done it to us again a cliffhanger LMAO. these chapter was great, i'm surprised you willingly had the pact be broken i was sure that annabeth was going to uncover it (which i mean let's bet honest she did she just ignored it). this chapter was such a rollercoaster in the best ways possible. so, we've got a full blown war on the verge of the throne room, percy is stuck in a prison. i feel like the connection that percy and annabeth has might play in a part the next chapter cause percy is going mimimi. although going off you last book, i feel like it just might be a chapter or two before we see our boy and he loses his marbles. anyways, awesome chapter dude. can't wait for the next one. also i've watched spiderverse and holy shit the ending is absolutely gut wrenching and also at the same time so good i didn't know how to feel. yknow thinking about it, that's how this chapter feels with this damn cliffhanger. LMAO, till next week dude.)
I'd hate to be Annabeth right now dude. It would suck so bad knowing what she did and still denying it ONLY to be forced to accept the truth. Now that the throne room confrontation is done, the REAL full blown war may just be on the verge of happening. Tartarus is really a sick monster for screwing with them like that. I thought about keeping Percy completely away, but now we've got their dream coming :) Really appreciate the comparison to ATSV but oh my god man my eye started twitching when I saw "to be continued." Praying it doesn't get delated.
fantasticfaner: This was beautiful and I can't wait for the next update next week I just know it's gonna be awesome!
dragonarcher99: Just binged this in a few hours, and I gotta say it's AMAZING! I am super excited to see where you go with this!
Appreciate your comments so much, and I really hope this chapter lived up to what you guys were anticipating :)
Dragon21356: Your vocabulary in this chapter is throughly incredible, the choice of words just perfectly reflects the atmosphere in such an epic manner. I have this awesome mental image of everything because of the way you describe situations and it's GLORIOUS. Can't wait man! Glad you are back and writing again hehe, hope you had a great trip!
As always, thank you so much. I'm so glad you're able to paint to scene so vividly for yourself. Also, I hope you think I haven't forgotten about a certain one of your reviews on Divergent Path (I just checked, it was on ch 22). I hope uni has been comfortably manageable for you and that you do end up writing a fic of your own. I still want to be the first to follow and favorite it :)