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A Sea of Sorrows -> Act 1, Part 1

Act 1: the Fall of the Gods

Dear Percy. This was the year the Gods fell from Olympus, and I fell from you. I miss the us from that year. I wonder, did either of us know what was in store?

Series Summary: A chronicle of the moments you fell in love with your enemy, Percy Jackson. An epilogue to your fate and an epitaph to your grave.

AKA in a universe where you are a traitor to Camp Half-Blood. This is an ode to the boy that led to your downfall: Percy Jackson.

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i. Against all odds, you would say that you were looking forward to the Yancy school trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Yeah, you didn’t really care about art or architecture or the weird little naked statues of the gods (you definitely didn’t appreciate that), but you were looking forward to your first extraction mission as a demigod — even if this little outing of yours couldn’t be considered a quest, and even if it was long overdue.

See, the thing was. Being undetermined was a disease in the world of Greek mythology, and it was a disease that followed you like the plague. it was a curse when your Godly parent refused to claim you, refused to acknowledge you. You were cursed from the start, cursed to run around, seeking kleos, and for what?

For absolutely nothing.

That was something no one let you forget. From your spot on the floor in Cabin Eleven (there wasn’t enough space for you to have an actual bunk), to the brown mass of curls on Grover’s head that frantically kept glancing back at you to make sure that no monster had snuck up on you during the last thirty seconds he hadn’t been looking at you. It even took Chiron about three years worth of convincing to let you go out, as he used the same reason (excuse) over and over again: you aren’t claimed. You don’t know how to defend yourself. It is too dangerous.

That’s what it always boiled down to.

You weren’t claimed, fine. You could live with that. Probably. You didn’t need to be claimed to be able to fight either. Since your mother’s passing four years ago, you had become a year round camper so you had more training under your belt than, say, ninety percent of the Apollo cabin. Yet, even they were allowed to leave camp and get up to all sorts of nonsense.

Were you not enough for your godly parent to look up from whatever divine duties they needed to do? Were you not good enough for your godly father to come down to save your mother when she was on her deathbed? You weren’t even sure if your father knew your name.

You weren’t claimed, and it bothered you. And clearly, it bothered the entire camp too. Not being trusted to do quests or missions, being sent pitying glances from your spot at the Hermes table, limiting your value to who your godly parent was as if that was the only thing that made you, you. Maybe you should’ve just been grateful you were a demigod at all, although sometimes you seriously doubted that. Perhaps you were even just a mortal girl with exceptional Clear Sight.

Who knew? (Well obviously the gods did, but they were stuck on their thrones in Olympus doing who knows what.)

Anyways, you forced all those stray thoughts out of your mind. It did you no good to wade in your sorrow, especially if no one else thought it was enough to care about. You despised your father, but you could keep it to yourself (for now).

You sent Grover a small smile when he glanced back at you again.

Next to you, Percy Jackson, pulled a face.

Percy was a thirteen year old boy. With staggering sea-green eyes, black hair and tan skin, he was the half-blood Grover had called Chiron out for. For a year, it had been you, him and Grover fighting your way through the hell-hole that was Yancy Academy. Between failing classes, cheating off each other during tests (and failing those anyways because apparently both of you sucked at academics equally) and throwing dirt into Nancy Bobofit’s eyes, whenever she threw her weird bits of peanut-butter-and-ketchup sandwich on Grover, you would say that you and Percy were probably each other’s closest friends. Throughout the year, you and Percy had become each other’s anchor. You shared the burden of academic challenges, often finding peace in the fact that if you were going to fail, at least you’d do it together.

There was a certain comfort in Percy’s company, a sense of acceptance that was rare and maybe even precious. He never looked at you with eyes of thinly veiled judgement that others often did, nor did he offer unwanted pity, that felt more like a burden than a comfort. It was probably because he had no idea of his demigod heritage, but with Percy, you were just you. Unclaimed, perhaps, but never unseen.

You liked Percy’s company, and considering he was your best friend, you were impatiently waiting for the day Chiron gave you the all clear to return to Camp Half-Blood. There you and Percy could spend your days picking strawberries, sparring, whatever it was you two wanted to do. And hopefully, Percy would end up being unclaimed, or maybe even the son of a minor god, so you could ride out your days in the Hermes Cabin forever. Maybe one day, you would even be promoted to getting a bunk. That would be especially great.

“Excited for the trip, Major?” Percy grinned at you.

(Major was the name Percy had started calling you out of the blue when the two of you first met. You didn’t know what was going through his head when he’d thought of it, or if had even been thinking at all, to be honest, but it unfortunately stuck.)

You sighed, tilting your head on your seat so you could glance at him through the corner of your eyes. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

Ahead of you, Grover squawked when Nancy Bobofit threw another bit of her sandwich at him.

“I’m going to kill her,” muttered Percy, his eyes darkening at the red-headed girl. You patted Percy’s knee, trying to stop him from leaping at Nancy on the bus. She sucked, but it wasn’t worth Percy getting expelled from Yancy just yet.

Chiron — sorry, Mr. Brunner, led the museum tour.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before. Ancient Greek armour (that you knew weren’t that ancient), pots with little dancing figures painted on them, steles with, to no one’s surprise, weird naked statues of gods running across them. It was really nothing special, just the usual artsy stuff mortals were crazy for, but you did get a kick out of Percy snapping at Nancy when Chiron was rumbling about something to do with Greek depression or something.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Percy gave her his nastiest stink-eye.

Everyone laughed. You nudged Percy’s shoulder, and he turned his gaze to you, kicking your shoe in retaliation, before remembering that Chiron and Mrs. Dodds were still there, and they didn’t look all that happy with Percy’s interruption.

Mrs. Dodds was an interesting character. She despised Percy with all of her being (not heart, you weren’t sure if she had a heart), but you would say she had a soft-spot for you. Like whenever she gave Percy after-school detention for blowing up a bin or something, you would turn, smile at you and give you this weird melted candy bar that tasted oddly like hot fudge and sea salt?

While the chocolate was a much appreciated gesture, you didn’t enjoy the way she snapped at Percy, and you agreed that there was something off about her. Like in the way she wasn’t exactly… normal? But you doubted anyone would listen to you anyways, and if Chiron hadn’t picked up on it, then it probably wasn’t important.

“Mr. Jackson,” began the centaur in disguise. “Did you have a comment?”

“No, sir,” said Percy, his cheeks burning red.

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. “Perhaps you’ll tell us what this picture represents?”

Percy looked to where he was pointing. He nodded slightly, indicating that he knew the answer to that question (if he didn’t that was fine anyways, you would’ve just whispered it to him). “That’s Kronos eating his kids, right?”

“Yes,” Mr. Brunner said, raising an eyebrow. “And he did this because…”

“Well… Kronos was the king god, and —”

“God?” Mr. Brunner asked.

You flinched slightly when Percy said it; you didn’t think the gods would be willing to hold back if they caught him making that little comment. The gods had incredibly short fuses, and it was often their temper that caused the most destruction — like when Ares shot that one archduke back in 1914 and started World War 1.

“Titan,” Percy fixed. “And…he didn’t trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—”

“Eeew!” squealed some girl from behind you. Honestly same, random girl, same.

“—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans,” Percy powered through, “and the gods won.”

Nancy Bobofit mumbled, “like we’re going to use this in real life. Like it’s going to say on our job applications, ‘Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.’”

You didn’t like Nancy much, but there was probably some merit to her question. The gods cared so much about themselves, that one day they probably would manage to hijack mortal job interviews into a pop quiz of ‘what is Aphrodite’s favourite brand of perfume’ or ‘write a one thousand word essay on why Zeus is most supreme god, explaining clearly why his brothers Poseidon and Hades suck ass.’

You rolled your eyes.

“And why, Mr. Jackson,” Brunner said, “to paraphrase Miss Bobofit’s excellent question, does this matter in real life?”

“Busted,” Grover muttered.

“Shut up,” hissed Nancy, her face even brighter red than her hair.

Percy looked pensive for a moment, the most pensive you’d ever seen him apart from when he needed to decide between blue cookies or blue jelly beans. “I don’t know, sir.”

“I see.” Chiron sighed. “Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan’s stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld.”

Kronos. The name sent chills up your spine. The Titan lord who had once ruled before the gods, now a whisper from the past, yet his legacy lingered like a shadow. As Chiron recounted the tale, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of foreboding, a sense that the history of the gods and Titans was not as distant as it seemed.

Your gaze shifted downwards to your trembling hands. You clasp them together to try and steady them. The tales of gods and Titans, of heroes and monsters, they all seemed like distant echoes of a world you were forced into but never truly belonged. You felt the weight of your unclaimed status, a constant reminder of your place, or lack thereof, in this mythological tapestry.

You watched Percy. His fate was yet to unfold, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. He had a path, albeit unknown to him, but you… you were adrift in a sea of uncertainty, a ship without a sail.

The gods, those mighty beings who played with the lives of mortals and demigods alike, they were the root of your turmoil. How easy it must be for them, to watch from their celestial thrones, to judge and to ignore the pleas of their children. Your mother, a casualty of their indifference. She was a life that could have been saved.

And yet, despite the anger that simmered within you, a rage that threatened to boil over with each passing day, you found yourself paralyzed. To hate the gods was one thing, but to act against them? That was a line you weren’t ready to cross. Not yet.

So you clung to the fragile hope that one day, perhaps, they would see you. That one day, your godly parent would claim you, would acknowledge your existence. Until then, you were a torn heart caught between the desire for vengeance and the need for acceptance.

In the days to come, I would stand by you as you discovered the truth. But, when the weight of your destiny became too much to bear alone, my greatest regret was that I could not stand beside you. Your bond was a testament to the strength that friendship and loyalty could bring. Mine was a testament to the darkness and hatred of our world.

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ii. The days after that were a tumultuous mess. You hadn’t understood them yourself.

There was an emergency call back to camp. You and Grover had pulled up to Percy and his mother who were at Montauk Beach, stolen his step-father’s car, drove it all the way to Camp Half-Blood in Long Island, got attacked by Minotaur of all things (it was your first time seeing a monster in real life), then Mrs. Jackson had gotten killed Avengers: Infinity War style and finally, Percy had somehow slain the beast.

He had passed out for a couple of days after that. You took care of him in the infirmary, spoon-feeding him ambrosia, checking his temperature and redressing any bandages. Sometimes, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, would come in to critically assess Percy with her storm-grey eyes, as though he had mortally offended her or something, before telling you to readjust his pillows and stalking out.

Annabeth scared you a bit (a lot), but with the arrival of Percy and the possibility of him being the one to take her on a quest outside of camp, she had begun to hang around you more often. She was very passionate about architecture, and was also pretty funny when she didn’t look like she wanted to slit your throat.

You were pretty happy that Chiron had recruited you and Annabeth to show Percy the reins at Camp Half-Blood.

(Although, you weren’t entirely sure why he had asked Annabeth as well, considering that Percy knew you better than he did her, and she had the tendency to freak out new campers. But you guessed it had to do with your ‘lack of understanding of Greek mythology because you were undetermined.’ Like you could control that)

Anyways, you and Annabeth caught Percy up to speed about Camp Half-Blood, and you were only about half-way through when Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, stumbled across you and decided to graciously give Percy the ‘half-blood initiation ceremony’, which was really just sticking his head in the toilet. Before you could fist-fight Clarisse however, what happened after that was what you liked to call The Great Toilet Incident of ‘05, which you were certain went down in camp history and cemented Percy’s place in the darkest parts of Clarisse’s pitch black heart.

“I’ve got training to do. Dinner’s at seven-thirty,” Annabeth said flatly, still dripping wet. “Just follow Major to the mess hall.”

You looked at her in surprise. You didn’t know how she picked up the nickname. You guessed that Percy really did talk a lot in his sleep.

“Guys, I’m sorry about the toilets.” said Percy, not sounding very sorry.

“Whatever.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

Annabeth looked at Percy sceptically.

The toilet thing probably was Percy’s fault, but you found yourself opening your mouth to defend him anyways. “He doesn’t know how to control his demigod side yet. He only found out he was one of us hours ago.”

She gave you a crippling stare, before sighing and nodding. “Percy, you need to learn that this is your home now.”

“No it’s not!” he protested, crossing his arms.

“It is, Percy,” you offered him a meek smile. “It’s our home, for kids like us.”

“You mean, mentally disturbed kids?”

“I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway,” you said. “Half-human.”

“Half-human and half-what?”

“I think you know,” prompted Annabeth.

“God,” Percy’s brows furrowed for a moment before his eyes widened with realisation. “Half-god.”

You nodded. “Your father isn’t dead, Percy. He’s one of the Olympians.”

“That’s…crazy.”

“Is it? What’s the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they’ve changed their habits in the last few millennia?” Your tone grew bitter as you spoke and you glanced at the ground, trying to hide your glare.

“But if all the kids here are half-gods—”

“Demigods,” Annabeth said. “That’s the official term. Or half-bloods.”

“Then who’s your dad?”

You raised your head to look at them. You thought that he probably should’ve been able to guess Annabeth’s godly parent by now — she was basically her mirror reflection after all.

“My dad is a professor at West Point,” Annabeth said. “I haven’t seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history.”

“He’s human,” you summarised to Percy.

Percy looked confused again.

“What?” snarked Annabeth at him. “You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?”

“Who’s your mom, then?” Percy crossed his arms.

“Cabin six.”

“Meaning?”

Annabeth straightened. “Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle.”

Percy regarded her, and then turned to you. “Who’s your parent, Major?”

“Ah, well.” You laughed nervously, scratching your cheek. “Er, you know how the kids back in cabin eleven were talking about being undetermined? That’s me. That’s why I’m still stuck in the Hermes cabin, because I haven’t been claimed yet.”

Percy’s eyebrows shot up, and he took a step closer, his expression shifting from surprise to something softer, something that didn’t need words. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, his voice as steady as a ship in calm waters. “Being undetermined doesn’t make you any less of a demigod, right?”

He looked at Annabeth who nodded sincerely. Even if she hadn’t agreed, you didn’t think for a second that Percy would have cared. That was just the sort of person he was.

“And who knows,” he continued, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile that seemed to chase away shadows, “your godly parent might claim you any day now. Until then, I’ve got your back in cabin eleven, alright Major?”

You felt a swell in your chest, a tide of emotion that left you momentarily speechless. You were touched. It astounded you how Percy could be calm — gods, somehow comforting you when he had just been through what were the worst few days of his life. You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Percy had this way of making the world seem okay, even when it felt like you were holding up the sky.

“Thanks, Perce,” your lips split into a smile. “I’ve got your back, too.”

The two of you grinned at each other before realising Annabeth was still there.

“Do you know who my father is, then?” Percy asked.

“Undetermined,” Annabeth said, “like I told you before. Nobody knows.”

“Except my mother. She knew.”

“Maybe not, Percy.” Annabeth frowned. “Gods don’t always reveal their identities.”

“My dad would have. He loved her.”

You watch Percy, his face a mix of hope and confusion, and you can’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness. The gods, they’re so distant, so wrapped up in their own affairs that they forget the very children they bring into this world. They claim love, they speak of duty, but when it comes down to it, where are they? Not here, not when Percy needed them, not when his mother needed saving. Not when anyone needed anything, but themselves.

It’s a harsh truth. The gods are selfish, caught up in their eternal games, their politics. They don’t bother to save a mother, to comfort a son, to reveal their identities and embrace their children. They leave you all to fend for yourselves, to figure out the world without a guide, without the assurance of a parent’s love. He believes in a father’s love, a love that should have shielded, should have saved. But it didn’t, and the silence from above speaks volumes.

But you, you won’t let them get to Percy. Because unlike the gods, you know what it means to care.

Don’t you?

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iii. That night, as the world around you faded into the quiet hush of slumber, a curious sensation took hold—a dream, or so it seemed, yet not quite. Dreams were fleeting. They often slip through the fingers of your mind, vanishing from your memory once you woke up. But for some strange reason, you felt the trickling trail of deja vu climbing up your spine.

You think that you’ve had this dream before. Probably.

A shiver of recognition danced up your spine, a whisper of memory that felt like an old friend—or perhaps a ghost from the past. It was a dream that had etched itself into the grooves of your mind, returning with the silent stealth of a cat prowling in the night.

You strained to recall the last time this dream had visited you. It could’ve been a year ago, a month ago — even last night. But you did know that you’d had it. This dream had treaded the halls of your sleep before.

In the realm of dreams, you found yourself wandering through an ancient forest, the moonlight casting ethereal shadows upon the ground. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the whisper of leaves. The moon, a sliver in the sky, provided scant illumination, casting long, haunting shadows that danced between the ancient trees. Your footsteps were muffled on the forest floor, as though the earth itself conspired to keep your passage secret.

As you ventured deeper into the heart of the woods, a creeping fog began to rise, slithering between the trunks like a living being. It seemed to follow you, to surround you, and with it came a cold that seeped into your bones. The mist grew denser, a tangible presence that drew closer with every passing moment.

You reached out, fingers brushing against the cool vapour, and felt a presence—an ancient, powerful force that had been lurking in the corners of your dreams for as long as you could remember.

And then, without warning, the forest fell away, and you found yourself standing at the edge of a clearing. The mist swirled here, gathering strength. From the heart of the mist, a figure materialised. It was tall and imperious, its form shifting and wavering as if woven from the fog itself. Its eyes, when they met yours, were bottomless pits of darkness, and you felt yourself falling into them.

“Child,” it spoke, and the words seemed to resonate with the very fibres of your being. “I have watched you, and I know the suffering you’ve been dealt by the gods.”

“They have wronged you, as they have wronged me,” the figure continued, the mist swirling with every gesture. “They sit in their celestial palace, blind to the struggles of those below. But I see your potential, your desire for justice. Together, we can make them regret.”

In the quiet of your dream, your heart stirred. You did not know who this figure was or what he wanted from you, but his words reached you. The gods, those distant watchers, had become but silhouettes against your tribulations, their figures blurred by the tears of your unanswered calls. Beings who had turned their back on you, refused to acknowledge when it mattered. Left you unclaimed, left your mother to die, left Percy’s mother to die and since the beginning of time, left humanity to suffer in a cyclic torture.

And, so close, was the embrace of the mist — echoing your fury, validating your resentment.

“Why should I join you?” you asked, though part of you already yearned for the vengeance he promised.

“Because your rage is a weapon that can reshape the world,” the mist replied, its form growing more defined, more commanding. “The gods fear what they cannot control, and they cannot control the fury of the heart. Join me, and we will turn that fury into a force that will shake the heavens.”

The dream held you captive, the reality of it as undeniable as the mist that enveloped you. The mist’s words were a poison, sweet and lethal, but before you could utter another word, as the dream reached its peak, as you teetered on the cross-roads of a decision that could alter the course of history, it began to unravel.

The forest, the mist, the towering figure of the mist — all faded into the ether, leaving you alone in a barren land of tempestuous silence.

You awoke with a start, the remnants of the dream clinging to you like cobwebs. An anger still simmered within you, stoked by something you could not quite place your finger on. An unsettling feeling rose and fell with every breath you took.

What just happened?

You tried to think back to your dream that night, but as you’d found yourself everyday for the last couple of months, you couldn’t remember a thing. Well, maybe except for a pressing throb within the depths of your mind.

Strapping your head-piece securely on, blue plumes spilling from the top. Your armour was strapped on and you were decked out in metal from head to toe. You double-checked that your sword was tucked into your sheath before joining the Athena alliance in their march for the Capture the Flag match.

You quite liked Capture the Flag. It was one of those games where you had to do something and everyone got to run around and play — albeit, Camp Half-Blood kids did run around like headless chickens most of the time.

Percy scrambled to catch up with, tripping over his shin-guard that was a few sizes too big for him. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you grinned at him.

“So what’s the plan?” He asked. “Got any magic items you can loan me?”

You shook your head. “Nah. Sorry. Magical items are things you get from your godly parent when they feel like it. I haven’t got anything.” you waved at your basic sword for effect. “That’s why I usually go with one of the spare swords from the training shed.” You pointed at his pocket. “You’ve got Riptide, though, haven’t you? That’s more than enough.” Percy shrugged. “I don’t have it anymore, it vanished. I’m stuck with a regular, boring sword like you.” You frowned at this. Didn’t Chiron give it to him? He should still have it, shouldn’t he? “That’s strange. Just make sure Clarisse’s spear doesn’t touch you, it's electric and stings like hell. Annabeth will handle getting the banner from Ares.”

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Okay, Major.” He said ‘Major’ with the same tone you would call someone ‘Bossy’.

You laughed before catching him by the strap of his armour when he tripped over again. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Border patrol, whatever that means.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “That’s easy. Stand by the creek, keep the reds away.”

“What’re you doing?” You rubbed your chin thoughtfully. “I think I’m supposed to be a decoy for Luke when he runs for the flag.”

Percy looked at you appraisingly. “I guess you do look like him. I see how that would work.”

He swerved to avoid getting a faceful of the dirt you’d kicked up at him with your shoes.

Percy then started chasing you down to the creek where the Athena alliance were planting their flag, similar to how the satyrs would chase the dryads near the strawberry patch albeit a lot slower because of his armour that was triple his body weight.

You stopped when you reached the silver flag, causing Percy to topple into you and send the both of you flying into the ground. You laughed, tugging the boy up with your hands and punching him in the shoulder. He huffed before waving at you and walking down to the creek to assume his duty of border patrol.

You went to stand by Luke.

Overall, you would say Capture the Flag was a success.

The Athena win streak was not lost this match, and you got to beat down one of the Hephaestus kids with your sword, which was always a pretty good bonus. The blue team cheered loudly, carrying Luke on their shoulders as he waved the Ares flag about in the air. You were going to join them when you saw Percy, drenched in water, arguing with the air.

“I told you. Athena always, always has a plan,” said the air before shimmering and revealing Annabeth with her invisible yankee cap.

“A plan to get me pulverised,” snapped Percy. His arms were crossed as he stared down the daughter of Athena.

“I came as fast as I could. I was about to jump in, but…” She shrugged.

“You didn’t need help?” you suggested, popping up between them.

Percy’s glare dropped as he saw you. “Sup, Major. I’m guessing decoying for Luke went well?”

“The best,” you agreed before noticing the wound on his arm. “How did you do that?”

“Sword cut,” He said, rolling his eyes. “Stupid Clarisse and her pig-headed minions.”

“No,” Annabeth interjected sharply. “It was a sword cut. Look at it.”

You watched, incredulous, as the blood disappeared. Where a gaping wound had been, only a faint line lingered, and even that was fading fast. In moments, it dwindled to a mere scratch, then vanished as if it had never been.

The smile slipped from your face.

“I—I don’t get it,” he said.

Annabeth was deep in thought, face wrinkled in concentration, and you could only imagine the intense mental gymnastics happening behind her gaze. “Step out of the water, Percy.”

“What—”

“Just do it.”

Percy emerged from the creek, hair plastered to his face and body bone-tired, but strangely enough, completely dry. He swayed on his feet, and you reached out to steady him, your touch firm.

“Oh, Styx,” Annabeth cursed. “This is not good. I didn’t want…I assumed it would be Zeus.…”

You could only meet Percy’s gaze in a muted horror.

Of course you’d picked up on Annabeth’s train of thought. But the revelation left you reeling. You couldn’t believe it. I thought… of course they wouldn’t stick to the oath. This —... the one thing! How could they? What?

Your jaw clenched, and your grip on Percy tightened unconsciously.

Percy opened his mouth but before he could say anything, a canine howl reverberated throughout the forest.

Everyone tensed and Chiron barked out “Stand ready! My bow!”

Above you, a monstrous creature crouched on the craggy ledge, its silhouette massive against the sky. Its eyes burned like coals from the depths of a forge, and its massive jaws bristled with teeth, each one as lethal as a freshly honed blade. It stared down at you with an intensity that pierced through your body.

A hellhound. Your eyes widened, gripping the handle of your sword.

Nobody moved except you, who yelled, “Percy, run!”

You tried to step in front of the boy, your sword clutched in between your fingers. The hellhound barked, and although you expected it to forget Percy and redirect its course to you, it dove past you (ignoring you completely) and ripped into Percy’s armour.

You didn’t look back as Chiron and the Apollo cabin took care of the hellhound, focusing on Percy whose chest was blooming with deep, red bloodstains.

“Percy!” You cried out, dropping to your knees beside him. Your fingers fumbled with his chestplate, trying to ignore the slick, warm blood that coated your hands.

“Di immortales!” Annabeth exclaimed. “That’s a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don’t…they’re not supposed to…”

“Someone summoned it,” Chiron announced, trotting over. “Someone inside the camp.”

The dead body of the hellhound melted into the shadows, presumably returning back to the Underworld, only, you didn’t care. What you cared about right now was Percy Jackson who was drenched in blood with a horrific gash torn into his body.

“You’re wounded,” Annabeth told Percy as if no one knew that. “Quick, Percy, get in the water.”

You draped Percy’s arm around your shoulder, helping him step into the creek with little protest.

“Chiron, watch this,” Annabeth said.

As Percy staggered into the creek, the water seemed to greet him like an old friend. The blood that had painted his clothes a grim crimson began to dissolve, carried away by the gentle current. You watched as the gruesome wound in his chest closed before your very eyes. The torn flesh knit together, leaving not even a scar behind. It was as if time had reversed, as if the claws of the hellhound had never touched him.

But that wasn’t the part that stunned you the most.

“Look, I—I don’t know why,” Percy tried to apologise. “I’m sorry.…”

“Percy,” Annabeth said, pointing. “Um…”

There was a sign above Percy’s head, an unmistakable one that no one did not know. A hologram of green light, spinning and gleaming. A three-tipped spear: a trident.

“Your father,” Annabeth whispered. “This is really not good.”

“It is determined,” Chiron stated solemnly.

Campers knelt around you, even those from Ares’ cabin, though they did so grudgingly.

“My father?” Percy was bewildered.

“Poseidon,” said Chiron. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

A shadow was drawn upon your face, eyes fixated on the trident above Percy’s head. The throb in your head returned and all you felt was a torrent of fervent, quivering, absolute rage that coursed through you.

I know that it wasn’t your fault, Percy, but at that moment, I couldn’t think of anything else.

iv. Being a demigod was a curse.

It was a relentless burden, especially when you had been confined within the walls of Camp Half-Blood for four years, and still, your divine parent remained a shadow, unclaiming and aloof.

You found yourself in the misty lands of your forest dreamscape. This night, the mist gushed and swirled around you, almost preparing to engulf you within it.

You lifted your face to the heavens, rain simmering on your face like little angels doting you with frigid kisses, each drop mingling with the silent tears that trembled down your cheeks. It was almost as though you were praying, but you knew better than that.

Prayer had once been a solace, a hope, but now it felt like a bitter reminder of divine neglect.

You didn’t pray often, actually, you avoided the thing all together. Why pray to gods — a god, who has forsaken you? You lifted your face to the heavens, rain mingling with the tears on your cheeks. Prayer had once been a solace, a hope. Now, it was a bitter reminder of divine neglect.

Your heart seethed with a silent fury, a hatred for the gods who had ignored your existence, even as they favoured others. The injustice of it all burned within you, a fire that no rain could extinguish.

Beyond the visceral surge of anger, there was a profound sense of betrayal — a feeling that the gods had once again overlooked your years of waiting and longing for recognition.

With a heavy heart, you spoke into the storm, “You could have saved her, but you didn’t.”

The words hung in the air. “My mother. She was one of your most faithful, but, when she needed you most, you turned away. Why? Was her devotion not enough?”

The silence that followed was your answer. “You say you watch over us, you care for us, but where were you?”

Your voice broke as you continued, “And what about me? For years, you ignored me — you still ignore me. For years, you left me to fight for myself in a world that you created. I don’t understand. We’re your children, aren’t we? Aren’t we supposed to matter to you? We deserved better.”

“You’re supposed to be our parents. We deserve someone who would fight for us, who would value our lives. But what do we get instead?! Fucking selfish deities, with all the power in the entire goddamn world who leave us to suffer and die in some sick game you orchestrate just because you can!”

“You don’t understand! I’ve waited my whole life for just a sign from you. Our whole lives revolve around you! What more could you want from us?” The tears of the sky dripped onto your shaking form. “You claim Percy like it’s a joke to you. Two days after he learns you even exist, you take him into a world you’ve barred me out of for my entire life!”

The thunder seemed to mock your pain, and you trembled with a mixture of cold and fury. “You take him from me, like I haven’t suffered enough. You take, take, take until there’s nothing more to give! What do you want from me?!”

You were screaming at the sky now, head pulsing with nothing but red-hot rage. “I’m done waiting! You’ve shown me exactly what we mean to you — nothing!”

Something clasped your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart caught in your throat. Your eyes trembled, pupils dilated at the sudden contact. As you turned away, a presence enveloped you, not the warm embrace of a father, but the cold touch of something ancient and powerful.

A dark mist surrounded you. The air crackled with static, a lingering feeling of something you couldn’t quite name.

“I can help you,” he whispered, his words slithering through the air. “The gods have overlooked you, ignored your potential. But I see it. Together, we can overthrow them, claim the justice and recognition you deserve.”

You stood still, the realisation dawning on you like a cold sunrise. This was Kronos, the Titan King, the very essence of time and treachery. The air around you grew colder, the mist swirling with a newfound intensity.

The mist around you thickened, and Kronos’s voice became more insistent, laced with false promises. “I can help you,” he whispered again, the words slithering through the air like a serpent.

“Think of it,” he continued, the mist now taking on a more convincing form, a figure of authority and power. “With my aid, you could rise above the gods who have wronged you. Your suffering will not be in vain. We will make them pay for their indifference. Pay for how they left your mother all those years ago, how they abandoned you and your fellow demigods for their own selfish desire.”

You felt the anger and sorrow within you stir, manipulated by his words. It was a dangerous game he played, but in your heart, the seeds of rebellion had been sown.

“Join me,” whispered Kronos.

“Yes,” you found yourself saying, the word escaping your lips before doubt could take hold. “Yes, I will join you.”

With a resolve born of grief and betrayal, I turned my back on the sky and walked away. That was the moment I swore my life to Kronos. It was the moment, I think, that sealed our fate.

I wish I could’ve said sorry to you, Percy, when I had the chance.

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The Promise

Nico di Angelo×fem!Reader (platonic), Bianca di Angelo×fem!Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 4.0k

Summary: Bianca leaves for the quest and asks you to keep a promise.

Genre: Fluff, angst, platonic

Warnings: y/g/p stands for 'your godly parent', reader is close to 13 (basically in grade 8), intrusive thoughts (a lot of them), set during The Titan's Curse, Blood and injuries, sharp objects, canon typical violence, I don't know how to proof-read properly so maybe some errors, I think that's it. (Please let me know if there are more)

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You watched as the Sun Chariot (or a bus for now) crashed into the canoe lake. This was unexpected, but you and some other campers who had decided to stay for winter break got up on your feet and gathered as many towels as you could find. The weather at camp was always modulated by magic, but it was still freezing and a cold for demigods was just as bad as it was for a mortal.

You saw a huge group of girls whom you immediately recognised as the Hunters of Artemis. They too were being passed out towels as soon as they trudged out of the lake. You gave towels to Percy and Grover, who were standing away from Thalia, who was being helped by another camper. You looked around, immediately noticing that Annabeth was nowhere in the crowd.

You pulled Grover aside to ask him where she was.

"We don't know" he shook his head, a sad frown forming on his face "She fell off a cliff after tackling a manticore, into the ocean, but Percy couldn't sense her…."

You looked over at Percy and Thalia. They were standing apart from each other, but both had practically the same expression on their faces. Both of them were close to Annabeth and were clearly going through the same internal conflict as you.

Annabeth was your first friend when you came to camp. She was your age and was by your side when y/g/p had claimed you.

When you found out that she, Thalia, Percy and were going to get some new campers, you were at camp and wanted to go with them. But they said it had been alright and that they'd be at camp soon. Now you thought you should've gone, you could've caught up with them and maybe then you could've saved-

"ARE YOU A DEMIGOD TOO?!" an unknown voice snapped you back to reality.

You turned around to see a boy, about ten years old, who was grinning from ear to ear, looking excited as if his dreams had just come true. You smiled at him slightly, despite your previous nerves.

"Yes, I am. Y/N, daughter of y/g/p."

"Hi I'm Nico" he said before speaking very fast using his hands to make gestures while he spoke "Did you know that y/g/p has a great attack power, with a huge blocking power when used with-"

"Nico, look at her. She's barely keeping up with your words. Much less what they mean" a girl a little younger than you walked over. She was one of the Hunters.

"Sorry about that" Nico said to you, not looking sorry at all, and jumping over to someone else as you faced the girl who had just joined you. She had dark silky hair and olive skin like her brother.

"Hi, I'm Bianca, Nico's sister," she explained, a shy smile on her face,"I'm sorry about that, he's been obsessed with this card game, all he has talked about for a year. And I think he's quite excited to be here at the camp".

"That's alright, I remember when I first got to camp. Everything was so exciting, I almost tripped into the lake while looking around" you laughed lightly. "Well, Bianca, I hope to see you around".

"Of course"

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The last time they visited had been quite a disaster, though the Hunters blamed most of it on the campers. You had met most of them then, only a few new girls had joined since then. You had wanted to join the Hunters, but had decided to live life as a camper for the first few years of your teen life. You'd join them later on if you still wanted to.

That didn't mean the Hunters hadn't, yet again, tried to convince you to. While at archery practice that day, you had told them that you wanted to go to school for a while, at least finish middle school. You shot an arrow at the target, missing the bull's eye by a few inches. Archery was not your preferred way in battle, your sword fighting skills were much better. You practiced other weapons just in case . Your sword was kind of like Percy's, but instead of turning into a pen, the blade retracted back into the hilt, so it looked like you had just the handle, that you hung on your belt.

"We could help you learn stuff you would actually require on the field." one of the newer Hunters said "schools never teach stuff you'll actually need-like hunting skills or how to make a net with proper reinforcements to catch monsters"

They continued to say stuff about how joining them was much better than living at camp and going to school, but eventually moved on to other topics.

After archery you had sword fighting. Percy was the only one who was there when you reached, so you both decided to have a friendly match.

Both of you were equally good, despite you being in camp longer than Percy. He had been on actual quests, something you hadn't done yet, so he had more experience. The round ended with both of you pointing your swords at the other's chest plates, grinning at how well you both did.

Nico had reached the arena a little after you started, looking at you and Percy spar, entranced with both of your skills and asked Percy to teach him to fight.

Percy looked around for an excuse- for some reason he didn't like the amount of attention Nico was giving him.

"I… uhhh have some… things to look at right now… maybe later? For now maybe Y/n can help you. What do you say y/n?" Percy looked over at you just as you finished taking a gulp of water.

"Yeah sure, if Nico's alright with it"

"I want to learn to fight like Percy" Nico said excitedly, "whoever can teach me".

"Ok then Nico, let's find you a sword".

Nico was kind of a natural at sword fighting. He could parry easily, and even though the sword wasn't perfect for him, he was able to handle it pretty well. He also tried archery and spears, but nothing came to him as naturally.

You both finished practice and again your mind was filled with negative thoughts of Annabeth. 'You should've gone with them to Maine' was all your mind was saying, even though a small rational part said that it wasn't your fault. The rest of your day was free, but you didn't want to be alone. Your thoughts were at the moment not the best to be alone with. But hey maybe you could complete that maths homework you got for the winter break.

"Hey Y/n? You want to play a game of Mythomagic with me?" Nico asked, pulling you out of the chain of thoughts. "I can teach you how to play!"

Well that's better than you blaming yourself for Annabeth's disappearance.

"Sure"

If Mythomagic was a weapon, it's be very hard to defeat Nico in a fight. Even with your knowledge of Greek beings, you could not use your cards to win the match. After countless rounds of the game, it was time for your hand to hand combat practice, so you took Nico along with and taught him some techniques. After that it was time for dinner.

When everyone finished eating, Chiron made the customary toast to the gods and formally welcomed the Hunters of Artemis, which was punctuated with a few half hearted claps. Then he announced the ‘goodwill’ capture-the-flag game for tomorrow night, which got a much better reception.

You saw Nico talking to Travis and Connor at the Hermes table and wondered what the twins were up to now. After dinner you talked to a few campers, who were mostly discussing the strategies for the game tomorrow. You met Percy and talked a bit about where Annabeth could be. You concluded that if either of you had any dream about her, you would talk about it.

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The next morning, you talked to a few Hunters, mostly to Bianca and the newer members before going for practice. Rock climbing with a satyr, sword practice with Percy and then with Nico, archery with the Hunters and hand to hand sparring with Thalia.

Percy talked to you about the dream he had last night, how he'd seen Annabeth in a cavern. How he'd seen Luke under a rock, and how he'd trick Annabeth under it. Luke Castellan- he was someone you looked upto when you first came to camp, but after what all has happened.... Let's just say you didn't have many good things to say about him. Your dream last night was just you, in a dark room while voices of people you knew blamed you for Annabeth's disappearance, so you didn't exactly share that with Percy.

After the practice you were tired and decided to take a nap. You thought it would be better to have some rest before capture-the-flag, but that didn't really make things better.

In your dream, you saw Annabeth as she struggled to hold a huge darkness above her, very similar to what Percy had told you about. You heard a deep voice laughing in the background, saying something you couldn't make out. You saw Luke, he was scratched and his clothes torn. He was talking with a few dracaena, giving them some orders. The scene shifted, and this time you saw Lady Artemis as she made her way through a forest, looking for the prey she was after. You then saw Annabeth again, this time as tears rolled down her face, weak and tired of holding up the roof of the cavern.

You woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. It was late, about an hour to dinner. You went to the bathroom to freshen up before going to where you were supposed to meet Nico for yet another round of his card game.

You kept spacing out during the game, your mind trailing back to the dream you just saw. Again, doubt and guilt bombarded your thoughts, your mind working against itself as you blamed yourself for her disappearance. You excused yourself from the game when you saw Percy, and told him about your dream. He pointed out the various similarities between both of your dreams.

You were distracted throughout dinner. The same thoughts, the same fears kept coming back. This was also the reason why you were unable to defend your flag during the game, a simple smoke arrow enough for the Hunters to get to it. They won, yet again, an argument breaking out between Percy and Thalia.

You immediately step between them, trying to stop the argument. But only the Oracle was able to stop them, when it recited a prophecy as Zoe stepped forward.

You were not a cabin counselor, and thus were not at the meeting when the people who would be going to the quest were determined. That didn't stop you, and Percy, from trying to convince them to take you with. Zoe was very clear with it, and though she would prefer traveling with you rather than Grover, she said his satyr nature magic might come in handy. Thalia, well she wanted you to be safe. In the few months she had known you, you reminded her a lot of Annabeth, and she didn't want to lose you too.

"I wasn't there last time and she didn't come back" you said, trying to stop the tears of guilt that were trying to fall. "You heard the prophecy Thalia, maybe I'll be able to help. Maybe if I'm there no one will-"

"Wait," Thalia said "I hope you're not blaming yourself for her disappearance Y/N, it was none of your fault. We were there and we should've kept her safe. Please promise me you won't blame yourself".

A few tears rolled down your face "But-"

"None of that, it was NOT your fault ok?" was all she said before she said good night, and went to prepare her stuff for the quest.

You were still worried of course, Thalia, Grover, Bianca, Zoe and Phoebe... they were all your friends. After you had talked to Zoe for the third time within one hour, to which she said you couldn't come, again, Bianca walked over to you.

"Hi Y/N can.... Can I ask you for a favor?" she asked. She looked anxious and stressed about the quest, you nodded for her to go ahead. "Look, I asked a few of the hunters to take care of Nico, but guess they've stayed away from boys so long they want to interact with them in the least way possible. And Nico seems to look up to you a lot, so maybe you could look after him till I'm gone?"

You didn't quite understand why she was asking you to do it, she had known you for less than two days. "I will, but... why me?"

"Nico... he is not very good with people, but he genuinely looked happy when he was learning and playing with you. He doesn't let many people in, and if has let you, I know I can trust you. He gets impulsive when he's angry and right now he isn't very happy about me leaving on this quest, but I need to go."

"I understand. Don't worry Bianca, I'll look after him. I'm one of the only campers from my cabin who's here and I could use some company. Besides, Mythomagic is kinda starting to grow on me." You said with a smile that she returned, but you could see it was slightly forced.

"I promise I'll take care of him. And when you come back, you can tell him how amazing your quest was! He is so amazed by hearing about them from the campers, imagine how excited he'd be to hear them from his sister." you said and she laughed lightly.

"Thank you Y/n"

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Percy vanished the next day. He definitely went after the group that left for the quest. You chided yourself for not thinking of that. But then you found out Phoebe wasn't able to leave which meant in the end the fifth person was supposed to be Percy. And there was the promise you had made to Bianca that you'd be there for Nico till she came back. Maybe that's what the Fates wanted you to do.

It had been a few days since they had left for the quest, and you hadn't heard anything from them. You were getting more anxious everyday. Your dreams weren't getting better, and now sitting at the docks with Nico, playing Mythomagic, you were thinking what they meant. You had a bad feeling and even Nico had told you he was scared for Bianca. He said he had felt something a few days back, something that troubled him so much he came to you at night.

You had a hunch about Nico's godly parent and if that was true....

"Y/n it's your turn!" Nico said, startling you, and you almost fell into the lake.

"umm..." you checked his cards and placed yours, clearly winning the match.

"No fair!" he complained as you grinned. "Hey! I taught you how to play! You should thank me!" he huffed seeing your proud smile.

You ruffled his hair and laughed as he tried to swat your hand away.

"Thank you, Nico, Great Master of the ways of Mythomagic" you said, bowing your head as he laughed at your words.

You both had grown very close in the past few days. You helped him with combat and knowledge of the Greek gods and monsters, finding the difference between the real and Mythomagic versions of them.

His sword fighting skills had gotten much better. You both would practice and when free would play the game with other campers who would like to join after being persuaded by Nico. Nico would win almost every time. You would definitely miss your time with Nico when you returned home after winter break. But he'd be here next summer, so you could have a younger sibling after a few months again.

Nico started rambling about some random facts about ancient Greece he'd learned from the limited edition cards he'd collected andyou smiled at him. Granted, most of it was inaccurate and you'd have to tell him the actual facts later, but just listening to him talk with such excitement made you feel happy. You felt the urge to just keep him safe from the world. And yes he was annoying sometimes, so were the other younger campers sometimes, but all of them made you feel the same way Nico did now. Protective.

The world was a difficult place to live in, especially for demigods. So you wanted to do everything you could to give the younger campers a comparatively normal childhood.

You heard some of the campers say that Percy was back from the quest. Nico immediately started skipping over to the Big House, excited to finally meet his sister after a long time. You were about to go after him when someone pulled you aside.

"Y/n, his sister... we heard she didn't make it"one of the Athena campers told you, with a pointed look towards Nico.

All the blood drained from you. You turned to look at Nico, he was almost at the House. You ran towards him, calling him out but he didn't look back. What would you have said anyway? The guilt you had felt with Annabeth hit you again-this time it was Bianca who didn't come back, and again you weren't there to help.

Tears made their way to your eyes, and you were surprised to see how fast you had reached the Big House. But Nico was already at the door, looking inside trying to spot a person who wasn't there. Percy stood in front of him, facing you. Your eyes met his and one look from him told you that the news was true. The last bit of hope left you as you stood there, tears threatening to fall.

You stayed at a close distance as Percy talked to Nico, you could Percy talk, but not make out exactly what he was saying. The silence from Nico, easily one of the most talkative people you knew, was enough to break you. You wiped the tears that managed to fall despite your efforts. You were trying to control your sniffling when you heard a shuddering sound from behind you.

You turned to see four men with dull grey skin, yellow eyes in grey vests, camo trousers and boots. Their flesh was transparent and their bones shimmered underneath. You didn't know how they had managed to get inside the camp's barrier, and immediately grabbed your sword hilt - that transformed into a meter long blade, ready to take them down. But they walked right past you. You swung your sword at one's shoulder, severing it's arm. But it simply picked it up and placed it back, the flesh around it regenerating. They were walking towards Percy - towards Nico.

You made your way to them, screaming a warning "Percy look out!"

Percy turned around at your voice, seeing the zombie creatures, his eyes widening with what you thought was recognition. He pushed Nico away, telling him to run while he uncapped Riptide. You stabbed one of the skeletons, this time however, managing to anger it enough for it to attack back.

You and Percy were barely able to keep them at bay. Nico was saying things about how Percy had betrayed him, how he had broken his promise. Each word he said seemed to stab your heart. You knew it wasn't Percy's fault, as much as it wasn't yours, but you couldn't seem to shake the feeling of dread, that maybe you could've saved her.

Caught up in your thoughts, one of the skeletons managed to slash your arm, cutting deep into your flesh as you screamed in pain.

That's when you felt the Earth shake. Below the skeletons, a huge chasm opened up,swallowing them whole. You looked, startled, at the crack that separated you from Nico and realised your hunch was correct. He was a son of the Underworld.

Nico looked at your wide eyes sadly and mouthed 'I am very sorry' before he ran towards the woods.

"Nico, wait!" you screamed and began to run after him, only to feel dizzy. Percy caught you before you hit the ground.

"Y/N, you're hurt, you need to-"

"Percy." you looked him in the eye "Go after him. Now."

He didn't miss a beat as he nodded and ran after Nico, yelling at the few campers to help you.

As your wound was being stitched at the infirmary, your mind was all over the place. You needed to find Nico before he did something that would hurt him. As soon as they finished patching you up, you ran (as much as you could without undoing your stitches) towards the forest, despite the best attempts to stop you.

You found Percy, Annabeth and Grover looking for Nico. When you came into view, they frowned, your shirt was still drenched with blood and you were having trouble walking because of the pain. But Percy had seen you and Nico interact and he knew you both had become friends. He decided that at least you should get to know the truth about Nico.

He walked over to you and held out a small figurine. It was the kind Nico had with his card collection. You examined it carefully.

Hades, Lord of the Underworld.

You told them how Nico said he had felt Bianca a few days back. Percy then explained to you how Nico and Bianca were children of Hades, born before the oath was made and that they had been at Lotus Casino, a place where he, Annabeth and Grover had been to the first time they went on a quest.

"We're not telling Chiron about this" Percy said, "If this information stays unknown, Luke will not go after Nico. That could keep him safe. Also we don't want the gods fighting if they found out."

You nodded, but Grover said "But you can't hide things from the gods. Not forever"

"I don't need forever, just two years. Until I'm sixteen" Percy said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me. I can't let Nico be in any more danger. I owe that much to his sister. I'm not going to let him suffer any more"

"Y/N you need to rest. That wound will take time to heal" Annabeth said, carefully putting a hand on your good shoulder. You looked ather and realised how relieved you were to finally see her back and safe. You smiled at her.

"You had me so worried y'know? Don't disappear like that again" you said, hugging her with your good arm."What's with the streak by the way? Both you and Percy have one." you asked, eyeing the patch of grey that had appeared in her blonde hair.

"Right, we need to tell you about what all has happened. We have a bit of new information"

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That night, sleep was hard to come. Percy and Annabeth had managed to convince Chiron that the skeletons were responsible for the chasm and that Nico had run away to the forest and disappeared. You kept thinking about Bianca and Zoe. While you knew not to bury yourself deep in guilt, your negative thoughts were too intrusive. Lasttwo times your friends left, they were in trouble. Now Nico too was gone. You remembered your promise to Bianca before she left.

"Maybe you could look after him till I'm gone?"

The words kept coming back to you. You needed to keep your promise. You had to keep him safe. You told Bianca you would.

You took the figurine of Hades that Percy had told you to keep. Holding it in your hand you made a silent promise to yourself.

You had to find Nico. You had to keep him safe and bring him home.

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