AN: I've had this chapter ready for a bit so I decided to post it early instead of waiting another week. Enjoy!
This chapter contains spoilers for 'The Hidden Oracle' and the 'Sword of Summer.'


January 13

ANNABETH

"Was this really the only picture you could get of Magnus?" Annabeth said as she eyed the flier her father gave her. They had stopped at a local printing center to print out large stacks of missing person flyers.

"I know it's not the best picture, but that's all your uncle Randolph could get. We've got to work with what we've got," her father sighed.

She looked over the information in the flier.

Missing

Magnus Chase

Age: 15

Sex: Male

Hair: Blond

Eye Color: Gray

Please contact: Frederick Chase for information or

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth mulled over the information. "Today's his birthday, he'll be 16 today. Do you think we should update that?"

Her father's shoulders slumped. "Let's hand these out first and then we can think over those changes."

They left the center with a stack of flyers each. The frigid Boston air blew strongly, almost knocking the flyers away from her arms. Shortly after Annabeth and her father started handing out flyers to anyone that would give them time of day. They also began hanging some flyers in nearby light poles and walls hoping to get any information.

One way or another, they found themselves on Beacon Street near a pond handing out flyers. The chilly air along with the lack of leads on Magnus was making Annabeth irritated. As they walked down the street she said irritably, "Unbelievable. I want to strangle him." Referring to her uncle Randolph.

Her father sighed. "We should probably avoid killing him. He is your uncle."

"But two years?" Annabeth demanded. "Dad, how could he not tell us for two years?"

"I can't explain Randolph's actions. I never could Annabeth."

That just seemed like a lame excuse from her father's part. How does one go about not keeping tabs on a child left as their responsibility? What kind of sick guardian would do that?

"I know you're irritated Annabeth, but right now we have to do our best to find Magnus." He checked his phone. "Randolph is at the city shelter in the South End. He says no luck. We should try the youth center across the park."

Each passing second filled Annabeth with more dread. "How do we even know Magnus is alive?" She asked miserably. "Missing for two years? He could be frozen in a ditch somewhere!"

Her father stopped for a moment, thinking of his words carefully. "Randolph is sure Magnus is alive. He's somewhere in Boston. If his life is truly in danger…" He trailed off.

That didn't comfort her at all, instead the feeling in her stomach grew to a point where dread was the overpowering emotion she was feeling. She just felt that something was going to happen.

That feeling of dread was only confirmed later in the day where they received a call. Annabeth's dad took the call as they were having a late lunch.

"Frederick Chase speaking," he began. "Yes, I'm looking for information about my nephew Magnus…" Her father's face paled as he continued listening to the other person on the line. "What do you mean in the river?... The bridge blew up?... Yes, I understand. I'll be there as soon as possible."

Annabeth set her food down quickly as she listened. What had happened to her cousin. Her father turned to look at her with a pale face. "They found Magnus."

A myriad of emotions flowed through Annabeth. First relief at hearing news about her cousin, then dread as she took in her father's expression, followed by anger at her uncle Randolph for not looking over Magnus all those years. "What did they say?"

His father shook his head. "I'll tell you on the way." They both stood up, grabbed their coats, and headed to the car. As they drove, he spoke again. "I don't have all the details, but it looks like he was caught in an explosion on a bridge. They fished his body out of the Charles River and is being held in the hospital."

"Is-is he ok?" Annabeth stammered.

Her father didn't answer. The silence was all the answer she needed.

They were led to the hospital mortuary dressed in scrubs and protective gear. The doctor had explained that Magnus had been found dead when he was fished out of the water, and they couldn't do anything. He offered his condolences and would await further action about what to do with the body.

Her father slowly removed the white sheet from his face and there he was, her cousin that she hadn't seen in years since she lived in Virginia. He looked paper pale; his blond hair had grown longer, and his features had matured compared to the photo they had on the flyers. He looked so thin, and she didn't dare remove more of the sheet to observe the wound on his midsection.

She gently stroked his face through her gloved hand, he was as cold as ice. "Oh Magnus," she cried, and then she broke down.


January 15

The following two days passed in a blur. They tried to contact and visit her uncle Randolph, but he would not answer his phone and was not at his home. It was like he had disappeared from the face of the planet.

She tried to call and text Percy a status update about her situation, but the messages were just not going through. The last thing and only thing she received from Percy was:

(January 13) 7:53 PM- Percy

Ugh, got sick

Hope you're doing well.

Fucking gods

The funeral home got in contact with Annabeth and her father about the funeral arrangements for Magnus. They had decided to hold his funeral on the 15th and after sorting out everything with Randolph she would head back to New York. Unfortunately, like everything in her life, things did not go according to plan. She couldn't help this feeling in the back of her mind that kept telling her that Magnus was still alive in some way or another.

The funeral was to be held late that afternoon so imagine her surprise when she opened the door to the empty funeral home only to come face to face with… Magnus.

Annabeth was completely flabbergasted as she saw her cousin leaning against his coffin. He looked healthy and very much alive. She worked through her shock and managed a very quiet, "Magnus."

Magnus turned around, his expression changing from mischievous to shock as well. She stepped closer looking at her cousin and the body in the coffin. Was it a fake body? Was he trying to convince people that he had died? And more importantly if that was the case, why?

"I knew it," she said. "I knew you weren't dead." Before Magnus could say anything, she tackled him in a hug. He tensed up at first but relaxed soon enough.

They gently separated. "Yeah… um…," he said, trying to blink back some tears. "I'm really glad to see you."

Annabeth looked back at the body lying in the coffin. "Are you going to make me ask? I thought you were dead; you butt."

He smiled. "It's hard to explain."

"I guessed as much. Is the body fake? You're trying to convince everyone you died?"

He looked uneasy. "Uh… not exactly. It's best that people think I'm dead though. Because…" he trailed off. He was pondering his words.

Magnus tried to weasel his way out of her questioning, but she would not let him. She wanted answers. Her natural curiosity was getting the best of her. She wanted to know what put him in such a precarious situation.

Magnus explained that Randolph was almost killed on that bridge which made her wish he had been killed instead of Magnus. Magnus started talking about his father and the pieces started fitting together. The connection between the bridge explosion, Magnus coming of age two days ago, Randolph insisting Magnus was in danger once he turned sixteen, their family's history, Magnus never meeting his biological father.

"Magnus… oh gods," she muttered. Could Magnus be a demigod? It wouldn't be unheard of. There were plenty of demigod family members that shared a mortal bloodline such as the Stolls, the Graces and the Gardners. It wouldn't be out of the picture to imagine that Magnus could be a child of…Athena? No, that didn't make sense. Magnus had never met his father and his mother was Aunt Natalie so it couldn't be Athena. Perhaps it was another god? Apollo? Hermes?

"I should have known. Randolph kept rambling about how our family was special. How we attracted attention. But I had no idea you…" she considered her words carefully. All her previous assumptions leaning towards Magnus being a demigod were weighing on her. "I'm so sorry I didn't know sooner. I could have helped you."

"Um. I'm not so sure-"

"My dad's flying back to California after the funeral," she cut him off. "I was going to catch the train to New York, but school can wait. I get it now; I can help you. I know a place where you can be safe." She could take him to Camp Half Blood where she knew he would be safe.

Instead of leaning in, Magnus pulled away. She wanted to ask what was wrong when a tall white man wearing all black and a candy cane scarf stumbled onto the chapel. Annabeth looked at the man then at Magnus, "who-"

"That's my friend!" Magnus yelled. "I really have to go." He took her hands. "Listen Annabeth. I have to do this by myself. It's like… like a personal-"

"Quest?" She supplied.

"I was going to say pain in the-yeah quest works. If you really want to help me, please just pretend you didn't see me. Later after I'm done, I'll come find you and explain everything. I promise right now I have to go."

As much as Annabeth wanted to help, she knew she had to do as he said. She took a flier out of her pocket and circled the second phone number on the flier. "Call me, let me know you're ok. Or if you change your mind."

He quickly took the flier and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, you're the best."

She sighed. "You're still a butt."

"I know, thanks, bye." With that he ran off with the tall man as she was left to go through her thoughts.

She knew without certainty that Magnus was a demigod like her. She would have to figure out who his father was. She was leaning towards perhaps Apollo or Hermes. They were gods that tended to have the most children along with Athena, but something was telling her there was something else.

Another thought came to mind. She recalled her encounter with the Kanes late last year and how the Egyptian gods also existed. If the Greek, Romans and Egyptians could all exist simultaneously, who was to say that other pantheons also existed? Perhaps the Norse, Aztecs, Celtic, Mesopotamian, Hindu gods and everyone in between also existed. Could it be possible that her cousin belonged to any of those pantheons?


Annabeth kept her promise of not seeing Magnus crash his funeral. She watched as everyone (there weren't that many people) paid their respects and especially her father. She wanted to tell him everything but that would only complicate things. The best she could do right now is keep her mouth shut until she had answers.

"He was too young," her father said. "He didn't deserve this."

"Yeah," she sighed.

The coffin was carried out by her father, her, and a couple of pallbearers that the chapel provided. The coffin was loaded onto the hearse where it would be laid in its final resting place.

After burying Magnus, she and her father found themselves in their hotel room. He was packing his things to head back to California.

"I really wish we could have done more for him, you know," her father said. "If I knew, I would have taken him in."

Annabeth hugged her father. "None of us knew, Dad. You can't blame yourself for this."

His hold on her strengthened. "I didn't want to fail him like I did you…"

Annabeth didn't respond. Instead, she tightened her hold as well. After several moments they split apart.

He finished packing the rest of his things. "My plane leaves soon, Annabeth. Your train doesn't leave until tomorrow morning. Will you be alright by yourself?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Have you met me?"

"Good point." He finished packing the last of his things. "If anything comes up let me know and stay safe." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Love you."

"Bye Dad, love you too." She watched as he left the room and parted ways. She didn't want to lie to him, but she had promised to keep Magnus' secret to herself… well not fully to herself. There was one person that she trusted telling. She went back into the room and sat onto the bed, pulling her phone out. She dialed Percy's number hoping that it went through.

"Go through, go through, go through," she repeated as she dialed his number. Unfortunately, it didn't go through. She sighed and opted for a text.

6:01 PM- Annabeth

I'm going to stay in Boston

for a couple more days

Thankfully the message went through.

6:02 PM- Percy

Hey, what's up?

Something happen?

Do you want me there?

6:02 PM- Annabeth

It's a long story. What did

you say happened to you this week?

6:03 PM- Percy

Long story as well

6:03 PM- Annabeth

Want to talk about it?

6:03 PM- Percy

Definitely


January 14-17

PERCY

Percy was having a shitty week and that was saying something, his weeks were usually shitty, but this week was much shittier than usual.

On Tuesday he had to say goodbye to Annabeth since she was going to Boston with her dad to try to find her cousin Magnus. She assured him that she would be back soon, and they could continue from where they were interrupted on Monday night.

So far nothing too bad. Things took a turn for the worse on Wednesday when he felt something… happening.

He couldn't describe it. It was a feeling in his gut telling he was going to get involved in godly bullshit one way or another. Lo and behold two hours later, freaking Apollo shows up at Percy's apartment begging for help.

Where was Apollo a month ago when Percy needed Taylor Swift tickets? Ok that was a bit rude, but really the guy had been made mortal by Zeus as punishment for starting the second great prophecy.

"Percy, you have visitors outside," his mom said from the front door.

Percy raised his head from the coffee table. "Who's visiting mom?"

"Apollo," she responded simply.

"Apollo? As in the god Apollo or Apollo from NASA?"

"The god Apollo."

Percy was silent for a moment. "Tell him I'm not here!"

"Percy," his mom sighed. "Come on, I don't want to lie to him."

"I'll escape through the fire escape. That way you won't have to lie," he offered.

"Percy," she chided using her mom voice. Ugh there was no fighting with her once she used her mom voice.

He stood up regrettably, going to the front door to answer the door. Percy didn't dislike Apollo; he just didn't want to deal with any godly stuff right now. Apollo showing up at his front door probably meant that he would be sent on a quest in exchange for a college rec letter. Percy, however, was done with all that bullshit, he had submitted his three letters last year. That meant that he would refuse any quest that Apollo sent him on. He had also promised Annabeth he would be on his best behavior.

He took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves. He swung the door open and simply said, "Why?"

On the other side of the door was a tall scrawny teenage boy about Percy's height with messy curly brown hair and acne. This did not look like Apollo. Behind him stood a young girl of maybe twelve years old with a bob cut and red glasses.

"Percy Jackson, my blessings upon you. I am in need of assistance." The boy said.

This was not going to end well.


He decided to drive Lester Papadopoulos (Apollo) and his companion Meg McCaffrey to camp. Percy would like to say it was smooth sailing and no monsters attacked. Unfortunately, the opposite happened. The Prius was run off the highway by a squad of plague spirits called Nosoi and crashed into some trees. His parents were not going to appreciate their car insurance rates increasing.

That was bad enough but to make matters worse, the Nosoi wouldn't die when they were sliced by Riptide. Things only got worse when Apollo was completely useless throughout the entire fight. Percy considered nicknaming him something like 'the most useless of teens.'

Just when things looked bad, one of the spirits engulfed Percy and he couldn't breathe. Luckily, he sprayed the spirit away with a torrent of water and Meg's karpoi friend, Peaches, made quick work of the spirits. Unluckily though, Percy got the mother of all head colds. He hadn't felt this sick in years.

The good news was, Apollo and Meg were near enough to camp that they could walk the rest of the distance. The bad news, he was sick, and the Prius had crashed between two trees and now the cops were involved.

Great.

He managed to pull some Percy Jackson charm (playing stupid and loading the cops with compliments), some pity from being sick, and some mist manipulation to save his ass from getting arrested. When he arrived home later that night, he crashed onto his bed while his mom bought him some soup and medicine. If this cold didn't let up soon, basketball practice was going to be a pain the next day.

He ended the night by sending Annabeth a message that hopefully went through.

7:53 PM- Percy

Ugh, got sick

Hope you're doing well

Fucking gods

And then he crashed on his bed.


Basketball practice was miserable as expected on Thursday. Thankfully Gregg gave Percy some reprieve by letting him take it easy and sit out most of the practice.

He tried texting Annabeth a couple more times that day but none of the messages went through. He really wished she was here with him.


He was feeling better by Friday and that night he managed to get some messages through to Annabeth. Annabeth told him everything. Her cousin had died…but not died? He didn't quite understand it. What he did understand was Magnus crashing his own funeral and Annabeth believing he was a demigod. In exchange he told her about Apollo and his disastrous quest to get the former god to camp earlier in the week.

Annabeth commented that things just seemed to line up a bit too well. He couldn't agree more. He felt like there was something new on the horizon.


Saturday was nice. He felt way better but things went bad on Sunday. After swim practice (on a Sunday?), his pals wanted to grab lunch and hang out afterwards, but he was rudely interrupted by Mrs. O'Leary. Well not rudely, she seemed uneasy and was trying to get the young demigod to go somewhere.

He bid his friends goodbye and then climbed on her back once they were out of sight. She shadow traveled him to camp and saw why the hellhound looked so distressed. The camp was being attacked by a giant colossus. He tried to play it cool by landing heroically on the colossus' head, but Mrs. O'Leary wasn't a fan as she peed on the colossus' head causing Percy to slip off and nearly plummet to his death.

"What the- Mrs. O'Leary, jeez!" Percy then looked down at the camp. "Alright, who unleashed the giant bronze guy? Apollo, did you do this?"

"I am offended," Apollo cried indignantly. "I am only indirectly responsible for this! Also, I have a plan to fix it!"

"Oh yeah?" Percy glanced back at the destroyed dining pavilion. "How's that going?" After Apollo revealed his plan to enchant an arrow and Percy was told to keep the Colossus distracted, Percy sliced one of the giant's spikes on its crown and started playing fetch with Mrs. O'Leary to keep the giant busy.

He then raised an eyebrow at Apollo. "Well? Start enchanting that damn arrow!"

After many minutes of keeping the giant distracted, Apollo was not useless this time around as he shot an enchanted plague arrow at the giant. The giant sneezed its head off, literally and it nearly crushed the son of Poseidon and Chiron causing Percy to yelp out profanity that would make a Phoenician pirate proud.

Things calmed down afterwards. Percy learned about Nero and his holding company from Chiron. Apollo went on to describe the prophecy that he had gotten from his magical talking arrow. He tried to recruit Percy again for his quest, but Percy refused. He still needed to pass his SAT, DSTOMP and avoid being killed by Annabeth.

Apollo recited the prophecy again and a couple lines stood out. The lines dealing with a bronze dragon and fire eater. There were also lines about approaching happiness. Percy looked at the horizon and grinned as a bronze dragon slowly came into view.

Leo was back.

Percy forgot that with Leo being back, that meant that Calypso would be back with him as well. The two awkwardly hugged and then Percy hugged Leo without punching him like all the other campers were.

"We really missed you Leo," Percy whispered.

"Aww shucks man, I knew you couldn't get enough of the Super-sized McShizzle."

"Don't make me punch you, Leo. I won't hold back," he threatened playfully. It had been almost five months since Leo disappeared. It was great to see him again in one piece. "Piper's going to kill you."

"I know," he said. "You'll have to help me man."

"Nope you've dug your own grave."

"Don't be so mean, water boy."

"Don't call me water boy."

After he and Leo finished their reconciliation, Percy had one more thing to take care of.

Calypso.

Percy felt… conflicted about Calypso. Part of him felt thankful for the way that she assisted him all those years ago when he blew up Mount St. Helens. Another part of him felt guilty for not checking up on her when he promised to have her released from Ogygia. The last part of him felt unbridled rage for the way that she had cursed Annabeth while he and Annabeth were down in Tartarus. The last part wanted to sock her in the face and curse her out, but he knew it wouldn't do any good.

He needed to clear the air, take care of the elephant in the room. It wouldn't do any good to run away.

He took a breath before proceeding. He gently tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, her expression going from cheerful to guarded. "Hey, Calypso. Can we talk for a bit. Just you and I?"

She rubbed her arm and nodded. He gently led her out the pavilion and towards the beach, hoping that the sight of the water would be enough to keep him from doing anything too rash. He tried to make small talk to try to break the ice. "How have you been?" He tried.

"Good," was all she said.

They stood on the beach, looking at the horizon. The sun was just starting to set, coloring the skies with its myriad of colors. Percy turned to Calypso. He would never admit it out loud, but she was beautiful. He remembered thinking this all those years ago and it still held true even now.

He turned back to the ocean, looking at the soft rippling waves as they gently pelted the beach. His conflicted feelings were coming to the forefront again. He didn't know whether he wanted to thank her, apologize to her, curse her or do a combination of all three. He hoped that Calypso would be the one to start the conversation but that was not the case. They stood there in awkward silence, neither one of them making a move.

Finally, annoyance and anger won out. "Why'd you do it?"

She turned to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb Calypso, you know what you did." At her confused expression he clarified. "Are you familiar with the Arai?"

"…The spirit of curses," she mumbled. "Yes, I'm familiar with them."

"Perhaps you've heard how Annabeth and I fell into Tartarus last summer."

"Leo and Gaia might have mentioned it."

Percy tightened his hands into fists. "One of them unleashed a special curse on Annabeth. One that would curse her feel like I abandoned her in the middle fucking Tartarus. Do you want to know who the Arai said cast the curse?"

Calypso for her part kept herself together under Percy's rising rage. "I did," she whispered.

"So, my question again, why Calypso? Why did you curse Annabeth? You've never met her. What has she ever done to you?"

Calypso didn't answer his question. Instead, her look hardened and she offered her own question. "You left me on that island, Percy. I was in love with you and you left. You promised you would free me. Why didn't you?"

"Calypso, you know damn well why I had to leave. I made the gods promise to free you. It's not my fault they never got to it," he countered.

"Why didn't you ever check up on their promise? Make sure they kept it," she cried. "I was all alone on that island waiting to leave but it never came."

"That didn't give you the right to curse Annabeth though!" He yelled. "She didn't deserve it. I did. You should have cursed me. She hasn't done anything to you."

"I grew bitter, Percy, and I grew angry. I didn't mean to curse Annabeth. It was never my intention. I never knew that you two would end up in Tartarus and facing the Arai of all creatures."

"Yeah, but you still cast the curse," he sneered.

"Listen to me Percy. I'm sorry ok, but you're not free of judgment either." She grimaced. "Again, I ask, why didn't you ever check up on me? Is it a habit of yours to use people only when they're helpful and then toss them aside and forget them like you did to me?"

That line cut deeply into him. The worst part, it wasn't completely unfounded. He had used and manipulated Bob to a degree down in Tartarus. The same could also be said for Damasen. Those two would remain as Percy's biggest regrets in life.

Instead of acknowledging her statement he got defensive. "Tell me Calypso, when was I supposed to check in on you? Right after the war when I made the gods promise to release you and Olympus shut down afterwards. Oh, how about when I was kidnapped by Hera and was put in a coma for six months? Oh, how about on the quest to defeat Gaia and save the world or even better, how about when I fell into Tartarus. Was I supposed to check in on you then?"

She glared at him, which was an expression he had never seen before. "What about after you defeated Gaia? Did you ever bother to check in on me then?"

She got him there. He had promised to help Leo find and rescue Calypso from her island after they defeated Gaia, but he just came to realize that he didn't follow through with that one. "I…Leo sent a message. He said he had located you and was heading back to camp," he tried.

"You heroes are all the same. You use people, and once you're done with them you throw them aside," she hmphed.

Percy balled his fists tighter, his nails digging into his palms. "Didn't you keep Odysseus against his will on your island? Seems quite evil on your part. You kept him from seeing his wife for many years. After he left did you curse Penelope as well?"

She looked taken aback. "That- that's not the point Percy!"

"Then was is the point?" He asked. "Maybe you recall that I met your sister, Zoë years ago and she was screwed over by Hercules. I never forgot about her, and I talk to her sometimes because I promised Bob that I would. I know that I'm not the best person out there and I'm not perfect and I'm sorry that I didn't check up on you, but what you did to Annabeth is inexcusable."

Percy breathed out again, his fists loosening. "I'm sorry, Calypso, okay. I'm sorry that you had to spend all that time trapped in your island because you supported your family and were punished for it. You didn't deserve that, but Annabeth didn't deserve your rage for something that I did."

To his surprise Calypso stepped forward, all rage sapped out of her. She threw her arms around him and there were several moments of silence.

"Thank you, Percy, for being honest and I'm sorry as well. I never meant to curse Annabeth but please understand that I was frustrated and bitter and I took it out on her." She wrapped her arms tighter around him. Being so close to her, he never realized how small she was. "Please, also forgive me Percy. I never meant to hurt you or Annabeth."

"I…I," he stammered. He slowly wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

"I know, but I'm sorry to you as well. I'm sorry that you fell into Tartarus and had to face unspeakable horrors. No one deserves that and I only made your suffering worse with my curse."

"I don't fully forgive you Calypso, but it won't do us any good to hold a grudge especially after you helped me back then so… agree to disagree?"

"I… don't know what that means." They split apart.

"Fair enough. You've been trapped on that island for too long. Hope Leo can bring you up to speed."

They both took a seat on the sand. "I still have the moonlace you know. I have it growing in my mom's flower box. I never forgot you, Calypso. I sometimes wonder how things would have turned out differently had I stayed in Ogygia."

She sighed. "You're a very hard person to hate and forget you know."

Percy chuckled. "You're not the first person to tell me that."

"Who else?"

"Leo."

"Ah, I see." She gently traced his cheekbones. "If only you could see your face."

"You've said that to me before, right before I left Ogygia. What do you mean?"

She grinned. "Nothing Percy. Nothing. I forgive you."

Someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned around to see Leo. "I hope you're not looking to steal my girl, Jackson."

"Your girl?" Calypso raised an eyebrow. "You're lucky I even look in your direction, Leonidas."

"Don't joke around mamacita. I know you can't get enough of me."

She rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, Valdez."

Percy shrugged and looked at Leo. "Did you finish talking with Apollo?"

Leo stepped closer. "Yeah. We'll be heading to the Midwest." He turned to look at Calypso. "Are you in sunshine?"

Calypso pondered for a second. "I get to go with you on a quest or I get to stay here longer with Percy? Sorry Leo but it looks like I'm staying," she joked.

Leo fake gasped. "You traitor. And after I got you off that island?" He then pointed at Percy. "You're a lot of things Jackson, but I never took you as a girl stealer."

Percy shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a lot of things," he laughed. "I'm just kidding by the way, don't tell Annabeth, she'll probably lose her shit and kill me."

"I'm telling her."

"What? Leo no. I'm sorry."


Percy bid his goodbyes to the camp as he headed down with Mrs. O'Leary back home. He wished Apollo, Leo and Calypso luck in their quest to find the next oracle.

Once he got home, he pulled his phone out, praying to all the gods that the call would go through. To his relief, it did.

"Hello? Percy?" Came Annabeth's voice from the other line.

"Hey, Wise Girl. I have a lot to tell you."

"Me too. You wouldn't believe the week I've had."


AN: I tried to summarize the events from 'The Hidden Oracle' and 'The Sword of Summer' and tell them from Annabeth/Percy's POV. ✍️📚

One thing that I wished we had really gotten was Percy having a discussion with Calypso (we got nothing). I wasn't sure how to write it since I feel Percy would feel both angry and guilty about Calypso. Just so you guys know, I'm really bad at writing arguments so that whole Percy/Calypso exchange was me trying my best.

Some good news, I finally finished writing chapter 22! 🎊 That means that chapter 20-24 are mostly written. Finally started outlining and writing chapter 25 (after putting it off for weeks) and all I can say is that it's going be a monster of a chapter. I've outlined 14 sections that cover events from June all the way to late August for chapter 25. So far I've written five sections and the word count is like 11k+ words. At the current rate it looks like the final chapter might be like 25k+ words so this story will end in a bang! 🎉

Also wrote a short college Percabeth Winter One Shot (on AO3): But Can You Feel This Magic in the Air? It Must Have Been the Way You Kissed Me Feel free to check it out ️

Again thanks again for reading and all the support! (Next chapter will be up either next week (12/9) or the following (12/16). Guess it will depend on my mood.