Revenge is Best Served by Percy Jackson
The Awakening
Previously: Her friends rushed towards her but Athena reached her first. Reaching out she pulled her daughter into her body, steadying her and brushing her hair away from her face lovingly. Annabeth summoned the last of her strength to focus on Zeus, hate burning in her eyes. "Worthless," she hissed sharply, sounding just like Athena, before falling slack in her arms.
She woke sluggishly, the remnants of her nightmare crawling over her clammy skin like spiders. Still not fully awake, she reflexively shifted towards the left side of the bed, feeling for his warm, solid body to ground her and chase away the fear. Nothing. She lazily lifted her eyelids, croaking his name; god her throat was so dry. Where was he? She looked around frantically, rasping his name as loudly as she could manage, as she searched his cabin for any sign of his presence.
The door flew open with a loud bang, but she didn't startle. She was lost to her panic, hyperventilating even as two sets of arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders. For a short moment, she relaxed. The floral and cinnamon scents were somehow familiar and vaguely comforting. She remembered those scents… she remembered those people… she remembered… that day. Then came the tears.
Terrible bellowing sobs spewed from her mouth as her memories returned. She could taste the salty tears on her lips, a dreadful feeling of de ja vu flooding her body. He was gone. She choked on her cries, barely able to draw breath as her stomach twisted, expelling its contents. She doubled over as she heaved, bile and saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her knees gave out and she sank onto the floor, her head hanging loosely, ignoring her snot as it mingled with the other viscous fluids on her chin.
"Shhh Annabeth," a soothing voice finally broke through the screaming masses in her head. Piper. "You're okay. It's okay." A soft hand rubbed her back in soothing circles. The cinnamon scent grew stronger as a cloth was swept across her jaw tenderly. Hazel. A cold glass was held to her lips and she gulped the liquid down quickly and gratefully. She paused a moment to catch her breath. When was the last time she had water? She tried to focus on her breathing. In… and out. In… and out. Even such a simple task seemed impossible. By pure willpower, she lifted her head, her fuzzy gaze falling on the calendar.
Two weeks.
14, 24-hour days. At 60 minutes an hour and 60 seconds a minute, Percy had been gone for 1,209,600 seconds. Every moment of every second was agony. Every day started the same. Every afternoon was endured the same. Every night ended the same. Percy was gone and Annabeth was empty. She couldn't handle it anymore. She wasn't strong enough.
"Annabeth sweetie," Hazel started, close to tears herself, "why didn't you tell us it was this bad?" Piper nodded emphatically, looking every bit as concerned as Hazel. Annabeth felt shame well up for being so weak in front of her friends. She was a daughter of Athena for gods' sake!
"I'm okay guys," she tried to smile, but she couldn't muster the strength to put on a convincing show, "I just had a moment of weakness."
"Bullshit, Chase," Piper growled, "If you were okay you wouldn't have been screaming for Percy at the top of your lungs!"
"It's okay to hurt Annabeth," Hazel said sweetly, putting a hand on her shoulder, "we want to help you."
"We do," Piper reinforced, much softer, "we're all really worried about you Annabeth." She took notice of Jason, Frank, and Nico hovering anxiously a few steps away, concerned and frightened expressions on all their faces.
"Annabeth…" Nico started, his voice shaking as he knelt next to her, "please let us help you. We can't stand to see you like this." He looked close to tears.
Frank wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple, his compassionate expression speaking volumes.
Jason caught her eyes, his own eyes misty and glazed over. He blinked a few times before walking over and taking her hand in his. "We're scared for him too. You guys were our courage when we were frightened, our hope when we were discouraged, and our strength when we were weak. Let us be strong for you now."
Any will she had left, to pretend she was strong, disappeared when she heard the sincere concerns of her closest friends. She let her head fall onto Frank's shoulder, as her own shoulders fell dejectedly.
"I'm not okay. I feel weak and lost and empty. I can't stop crying. I see him and feel him, I hear him in everything. I've been physically sick every day since he was… banished," Annabeth winced as she forced the word out of her mouth. She had to make it real. She didn't want to live in that dark, crushing place anymore.
"When was the last time you ate anything?" Jason inquired, squeezing her hand softly.
"I…," Annabeth paused. When was the last time she ate? Her stomach clenched and twisted, looking for food to digest, "I don't know." she whispered dejectedly. Hazel and Nico exchanged a concerned glance.
"We're gonna go get you some food Annabeth, okay?" Frank crooned softly, making eye contact with Annabeth, his heart clenching at the desolation he saw there. There was no trace of their strong, fearless leader in those eyes. He squeezed her once more before they all got up and moved toward the door, exchanging looks and whispered words. "We'll be back soon."
"Okay." Annabeth mouthed, no sound passed through her lips as her eyes, once again, became unfocused and misty. Her body reflexively contracted inward, as the sunlight filtered through the cracked door and cast across her face.
As her friends left, the darkness returned. Her Percy was gone.
"Exactly," a voice whispered, "your Percy."
Something sparked in her. Her Percy was gone. He wasn't theirs to take. She scrambled towards the flicker of anger and held on tight. They stole her Percy.
"Will you do something about it," the voice urged, "Or will you continue to wallow in your despair as your Percy is slain by his enemies in the Pit?"
"My mother has ordered me to stay here in the camp and 'let things work themselves out.' She told me not to 'provoke Zeus any further.' How can she expect me to just sit here and twiddle my thumbs while Percy battles giants and titans for his life, serving a punishment he didn't deserve? She told me there was nothing I could do. I love him and I want to help him, but she's right, what can I do?" Annabeth rambled helplessly, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"I apologize," the voice drawled mockingly, "I was under the impression I was speaking with Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, leader of the Greeks, slayer of Titans, Giants, and Primordials; not a cowardly, helpless little girl, who follows her mother blindly."
"Excuse me? I AM Annabeth Chase. I am a daughter of Athena. I slayed the Titans, the Giant, and Primordials. I found my way to The Underworld. I stood up to the Olympians. I fought two wars. I made my way through Rome, on my own, and found the Athena Parthenos. I slayed Arachne. I fell into Tartarus, closed the Doors of Death, and came out of it with my life." Annabeth was almost screaming, her breath coming in heavy pants. "My mother is wise, but I have not, do not, and will not follow anyone blindly, even her. I am NOT a coward, I am NOT helpless, and I am most certainly NOT a little girl. I am Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, and you WILL give me the respect I deserve."
"Hmm," the voice hummed smugly.
"Annabeth… who" Piper questioned haltingly, "…who are you talking to?" Annabeth's head whipped toward the sound of Piper's voice, hair flying and framing her menacing expression. Her chest was heaving, her nostrils flared and her eyes… were flaming. She looked like a warrior. She looked like Annabeth.
Annabeth was disoriented. Who had she been talking to? Had she been hallucinating? No. She may have been distressed but she wasn't delusional.
"I want to help you Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena," the voice almost chuckled, before returning to its solemn tone. "War is coming. A war unwinnable without Perseus Jackson"
Annabeth sighed, she should have known they weren't regular nightmares, they were too repetitive. It seemed like war was always coming for her and Percy. They could never catch a break, one thing after another. She turned to her friends, who were observing her warily, "It's nothing guys. I finally snapped out of it, that's all." The group stared at Annabeth for a moment longer before running to her and throwing their arms around her.
"I'm glad," Hazel whispered, "we were so worried." There was a collective sigh of relief as they let go of Annabeth and stepped back.
Nico blinked away a few tears as Annabeth's eyes met his. He hadn't seen that determination since Percy had gone. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I have to help Percy," Annabeth spoke fiercely, "something is coming, I don't know what but I've been dreaming of it since he's been gone, and it can't be defeated without him."
"I'm in," Jason said firmly.
"Me too," spoke Piper, lacing her fingers with Jason's.
"We're coming," Frank declared, his arms wrapped around Hazel. She nodded in response to his statement, a look of such fervent determination almost out of place on her pretty face.
"So, what's the plan?" Nico asked simply.
"I don't know." Annabeth spoke, not discouraged. "First we speak to Chiron." She marched towards the door, stopping suddenly as someone grabbed her arm. She looked at Piper inquisitively.
"Umm… Annabeth, I'm all for talking to Chiron but, maybe you should get cleaned up first." Piper said, smirking. Annabeth blushed as she looked down at her clothes. She was wearing one of Percy's old shirts and a pair of his boxers.
"That would be best," Annabeth said sheepishly, glaring at her friends as they chuckled. "Give me 15 minutes."
Once Annabeth was ready, the group headed to Chiron's office. The other demigods stared as they saw Annabeth for the first time since Percy's banishment. Pity was in every expression, and Annabeth felt herself bristle at being treated like a victim.
"Focus on the goal, Annabeth," the voice urged. She started slightly, she almost forgot about that aspect of her situation. She still didn't know who the voice was. "I cannot reveal that right now. All I can disclose is that I am a friend."
For some odd reason, Annabeth had no doubt in her usually skeptical mind, that the voice was telling the truth. She couldn't figure out why she trusted this disembodied voice so implicitly. It wasn't familiar, but it was comforting. His ability to communicate with her telepathically, didn't bother her at all. She would think about it later, right now there were more pressing issues. She rolled her eyes at that thought; issues more pressing than a disembodied voice in her head- what a life.
Annabeth was so deep in thought she nearly walked right into Chiron's door. Ignoring the snickering behind her, she took a deep breath and knocked. Chiron answered almost immediately, his face grave.
"I've been expecting you," he sighed heavily, "come in." Annabeth scanned Chiron's face as they entered the Big House. There were lines in his face, deep lines, that weren't there before. He shoulders seemed hunched and his hooves dragged, like he was carrying a great load.
"Chiron…," Annabeth started.
"You are aware of course, that I have been forbidden by your mother to grant you permission for this quest?" He looked exhausted. Annabeth felt her heart squeeze. What happened to her wise, optimistic mentor?
"And you are aware that we will be going regardless," Jason stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes. You wouldn't be my students if you didn't," Chiron's eyes sparkled with pride. "Percy is like a son to me, as he has become a brother and best friend to you all. Please bring him home." In that short moment, Chiron was the closest to crying Annabeth had ever seen.
"We will," they coursed as one. The air vibrated with their statement, a feeling reminiscent of swearing on the Styx. The statement was final, they would save Percy or die trying. A knock sounded on the door, ominous and forceful. Chiron answered it as the gang looked at each other, acknowledging their unspoken pact.
"It's Rachel," Chiron called, trotting back in with the unique mortal prophet.
"Hey guys," Rachel greeted them, much less enthusiastic than usual, "I saw you guys come in here with Annabeth and I wanted to check…," her sentence trailed off as her eyes began to glow green. She walked to the center of the room, her unsettling eyes trailing over everyone, and finally focusing on Annabeth.
"A hero of heroes once again scorned
Of trials and vengeance, your journey is born
In darkness he stumbles, his body in flames
Near death after death, led by He with Many Names
You shall follow a chaotic path
To avoid The All-Knowing One's lethal wrath
Your time is too short to save your love
Soon, he'll fight his way to the land above
With six heroes you shall start, but not end
For a chance to survive, there must be ten
A hunter, a warrior, familiar indeed
One born of water, and a mystery
Reunited in Paradise, you shall answer the call
Redeemed by The One Who Created It All"
The glow of her eyes faded and she swayed dizzily on her feet, catching herself on the arm of a chair. "Wow. Thanks for the save guys," she mumbled irately, "It's been a long time since a prophecy made me that dizzy." The room was silent. There was so much information to process. What did it mean?
"I think we should talk this out together," Piper stated, "maybe we can figure out where to start."
"That's a good idea, Pipes," Hazel agreed, nodding, "anyone have any ideas?"
"The 'hero of heroes' who was scorned is definitely Perce," Jason volunteered, "he did swear to get revenge on the gods who banished him." Everyone nodded in agreement. There was silence as they tried to interpret the next part of the prophecy.
"The line 'time is too short to save your love'," started Frank, "As much as I hate to say it, I don't think we're supposed to be saving Percy."
"I don't think we can really know what the next few lines are about until we start the quest, they're really subjective," Hazel said, for Annabeth's sake.
"No, Hazel," Annabeth swallowed around the lump in her throat, and blinked away her tears, "Frank is right."
"Let's pick back up at 'with six heroes you shall start'," Nico proposed. Annabeth smiled at him gratefully, "the six we start with is obviously us, and I'm pretty sure the 'one born of water' is Percy. Who are the hunter and warrior?"
"It says 'familiar indeed'," Annabeth stated after taking a moment to consider, "I think that means people we know. Maybe the hunters of Artemis," she mumbled, thinking out loud. She gasped, "It's Thalia."
"The last I heard from Thalia she was leading the hunt for monsters terrorizing the forest of Pholóē," Chiron offered.
"Pholóē," Annabeth questioned, "the birthplace of Fae folk?"
"Centaurs as well," Chiron added, unable to turn off the professor for even one moment, "but yes." Annabeth drew in a sharp breath.
"What is it?" Jason asked, irritated.
"Pholóē is in Greece," She explained
"And?" Piper inquired, still confused.
"We are working against the agendas of many powerful gods, one of them: Zeus," Annabeth elaborated
"How are we supposed to get to Greece? We can't fly, and we sure as hell can't drive," Nico snarked at Jason.
"We'll have to sail," Annabeth said, matter-of-fact.
"Without Percy?" Hazel gasped, "Do any of us know how to sail? Do we even have a boat?"
"Leave that to me," Annabeth asserted, "I'll handle it. We'll leave tomorrow at six am. Any objections?" Everyone shook their heads, awed at Annabeth's strength and resolve. With a curt nod, she walked out of the room purposefully.
She stared at the door in front of her, the number across the top becoming blurry as the rain streaked across her face. She should have come here sooner but she couldn't even muster enough strength to eat, let alone walk out of camp and catch a taxi. She was breaking almost every rule, yet there she was. She raised a shaky hand and placed her finger on the doorbell. She couldn't bring herself to push it. Her head fell to her chest as the tears flowed down her face and mixed with the rain, her lips trembling with the strain of holding back sobs. She probably wasn't even welcome, but she couldn't bring herself to leave either. She was standing there, staring at her blurry right index finger on the doorbell, when the door flew open. A woman, with warm brown eyes and soft brown hair framing her heart shaped face stood in the doorway.
Sally Jackson.
"Annabeth?" Sally questioned, squinting into the rain. At the sound of her name, she burst into loud noisy sobs. The weight of her body became too much and her knees gave out. Arms caught her and pulled her into warmth. She was so overwhelmed by everything she just couldn't stop crying, but it was okay to cry in front of Sally Jackson. She was a mother to everyone, including her. So, she let it all out.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sor-," she hiccupped, rambling and bawling like a baby in Sally's lap.
"Shhh, Annabeth, shhh," Sally cooed, "why are you apologizing?"
"Percy Is gone," Annabeth sobbed, "Percy is gone and the prophecy says we can't save him and I'm so sorry I couldn't protect him and I can't save him and he's gone and you're so good and kind and you don't deserve any of this and I'm so sorry I didn't come see you sooner and I'm just so sorry."
"Oh no Honey, no," Sally refuted, "None of this is your fault. You have done nothing but protect and love Percy. I know it was a lot to handle, I'm not upset with you, okay?"
"I'm so sorry, Sally," Annabeth cried.
"Look at me, Annabeth," Sally grabbed her face and pulled it up from her shoulder, "None of this is your fault. I don't blame you, okay?" Annabeth nodded, her tears drying up, as Sally kissed her forehead
"Hey, Annabeth," Paul Blowfis interjected tenderly, wrapping her in a towel, "would you like some tea?"
"O-okay, yes please," Annabeth sniffled, a little embarrassed about her impromptu breakdown. "Thank you."
"Annabeth, I'm going to remind you of something you already know, something that the gods continue to forget about our Percy," Sally spoke in a mock-whisper, drying Annabeth's hair with the towel, "He's strong. Stronger than all of them because his strength comes from inside. That's the Jackson way. Now tell me about this prophecy." Annabeth recited the prophecy, sparing her the scarier theories and details.
Just as she finished, Paul came out of the kitchen with a tray of tea and sat it on the coffee table. He squeezed Annabeth's shoulder and flashed a reassuring smile, that somehow made her feel slightly better. As she fixed her tea, she watched Paul and Sally interact. He adored her, and she him. You could practically see it oozing out of their pores. It was in the way he stroked her cheek and the way she smiled. It was in the way he fixed her tea, and the way she held his hand the whole time. It was in the way he pressed his lips to her temple for just a second longer than normal, before giving her a little privacy, and it was the look in her eyes as she watched him walk away. Sally Jackson loved the same way as her son, completely and selflessly. The similarity made her chest hurt.
Sally turned back to Annabeth with a small smile still on her lips. "Percy will endure much more and fight harder and longer for someone he loves than he would for himself," Sally spoke with such conviction, Annabeth's fear almost completely disappeared, "and I know he loves you more than anything; except for me of course," Sally winked, chuckling, and Annabeth almost smiled, her eyes lightening a shade. "Don't you worry about our Percy, Annabeth, he has our combined strength with him down there. He'll be just fine."
It was almost midnight. Annabeth had stayed in the Blowfis home for almost six hours, absorbing all the love and courage she could. There was a reason Percy Jackson was such a great person, and her name was Sally Jackson. Sally had dropped her off five minutes ago, now she had a different parent to talk to. As she snuck her way to the lake, one of her favorite memories of Percy came to the surface of her consciousness.
Annabeth was paranoid. Even invisible, she was worried about being caught. "You. Me. Lake at Midnight," Percy had whispered in her ear at the bonfire that evening. The forbidden act, as well as the memory of his breath on her ear, made her shiver, even in the hot summer air. As she broke through the trees, she saw him there. He was shirtless, his camp t-shirt balled up on the bank next to him. His pants were rolled up and his feet in the water, as he leaned back on his hands, his head tipped skyward. The moonlight was cast over him softly, and in the gentle breeze he looked like a god. There was a small smile on his lips and his eyes were closed. She felt his peace in her soul and it made her smile too.
"Hey, Wise Girl," Percy called, not moving an inch. Annabeth's jaw dropped as she looked down at herself. She was still invisible! Maybe, he was just guessing, because it had been so long. She trod silently toward his ethereal form, the closer she got the more beautiful he was, she was entranced. She stood behind him and leaned over his face, careful not to disturb his peace.
Percy's eyes snapped open, meeting hers exactly, and the breath rushed out of her lungs at an alarming rate. His eyes were waves of blue and green crashing together and swirling around. He shifted his weight and reached a hand up, knocking the cap off her head. His smile widened as she became visible, his eyes wandering down to focus on her lips. "Percy," Annabeth breathed his name, for no reason other than wanting to hear his name.
"Annabeth," he breathed back, pulling her around his body to straddle his lap. A small, round object was pushed into her palm- it felt smooth. She looked down at her gift, confused as to why he'd given her a sand dollar. He placed his forehead against hers, noting the ever-changing shades of gray in her eyes, as he pulled the tie from her hair. It fell around their faces, creating a curtain that blocked out the world. He traced her lips with his eyes as he leaned in.
"My Wise Girl," he trailed off as he brushed his lips against her cheek, "this sand dollar was given to me," over the bridge of her nose, "by my father," and across her other cheek, "as a means of protection." He kissed each eyelid, "that sand dollar is worth a lot to the sea world, nymphs and spirits especially," and the tip of her nose, "now I'm giving it to you, so you can feel safe at sea, even without me," the pressure of his lips was feather light.
There was a moment of pause, she could feel him near but not close enough. She opened her eyes, though she didn't remember closing them, and looked at him inquisitively. He was smiling softly, his eyes shining like turquoise gems. "You're beautiful," he whispered softly, reverently, "I'm in love with you, Annabeth Chase."
Her eyes watered at his sincere confession. She knew he loved her, just like he knew she loved him, but he had never… declared it so clearly. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, the emotion welling up inside her. "I'm in love with you, Percy Jackson."
His answering smile was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and fell into the river, recreating that perfect moment years ago, when they had their first real kiss.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sat staring at the lake, thinking about that day. She would do everything in her power to get Percy back. Everything and anything. She pulled the old sand dollar out of her pocket. She ran her fingers over the pattern, it was hard to part with, it had been a gift from Percy, but to keep him alive she would give up anything. Annabeth knelt before the lake and prayed.
'Lord Poseidon, please help us. I'm starting a quest to save Percy and we must travel by ocean. We have no boat, no map, and no knowledge of sailing or the sea. What we do have is a prophecy, a place to start, and an all-consuming need to save Percy. I love him. I love him and I can't function knowing he is scared, lost, and in pain. Possibly dead," Annabeth sobbed, "Please Lord Poseidon, please help me. Help me bring your son back home. Please accept this offering, it is something very precious to me." She dropped the sand dollar into the lake, praying with all she had left in her soul.
"Stand, child," a deep voice rumbled. She scrambled to her feet, nearly sobbing with relief at the sight of Poseidon. "My son, is enamored of you, young Annabeth. After hearing your prayer, I am certain you are just as enamored of him. Is this true?"
"Yes. I am in love with your son." Annabeth stated, with conviction.
"This quest you seek to take, will be wrought with danger and tribulations. Even I, can sense a great change brewing in the atmosphere. Perseus will be a crucial component of this change, and I believe you will be as well." Poseidon observed Annabeth for a moment, before coming to a decision, "I will help you, daughter of Athena, for I too, want Perseus safe. I have blessed your journey. I will provide for you a boat, and the knowledge of how to operate the vessel. You shan't worry about other deities attacking you when you travel by sea, however, I cannot protect you from monsters and other mystical beings. You will meet me here at dawn." Poseidon stated.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Annabeth bowed her head in respect, shaking with the force of her relief. "I am forever indebted to you."
"Bring my son home safely, and it is I, who shall owe you a great debt, daughter of Athena," Poseidon smiled gently, walking forward and placing a hand on her head. She was suddenly dizzy as information was transferred into her head at a speed to quickly for her to register. "Be safe, Annabeth. You are favored by the sea." He steadied her as her head swam, grabbing her hand and pressing something into her palm before disappearing.
When she regained her motor skills, she opened her hand. Nestled inside her palm was her sand dollar. She brought it to her lips and kissed it reverently, "Thank you, Lord Poseidon."
Annabeth couldn't sleep. She was so full of nervous energy that she tossed and turned all night. By the time she finally gave up, it was dawn. She got dressed, grabbed her bag and knives and walked back down to the river. She had half an hour before she had to meet her friends at the entrance to camp. She walked through the trees and stepped onto the bank of the river. She began to pray as the minutes ticked by and Poseidon still wasn't here. Five more minutes passed and she began to panic, when a dolphin broke the surface of the water and dropped a large envelope at her feet. "Annabeth Chase?" it trilled.
"Yes. That's me." Annabeth announced.
"I have something for you from Lord Poseidon. He sent me in his place to avoid suspicion from other gods for as long as possible. My name is Delphin." he said, nudging the envelope toward her. As she picked it up she could feel her panic beginning to melt. "You are to take a train to California. Our Lord has made arrangements for maximum secrecy. Your boat is located on the leftmost dock of the Santa Monica Pier. Enclosed you will find the train tickets and a few other amenities."
"Thank you Delphin. I am very grateful for your help," Annabeth spoke emotionally, she headed to the forest, mind already racing ahead.
"Ms. Chase?" Annabeth turned around, face inquisitive, "please bring Perseus home. He is very important to Lord Poseidon, and us, his people."
"I will, Delphin, I will." Annabeth swore to him. Delphin gave her a nod of respect and disappeared into the water. Annabeth ran all the way to the entrance of camp. When she arrived, her friends were ready and waiting for her.
"What's the plan boss?" Jason asked. All her friends looked at her, ready and eager to put their lives on the line; for each other and for Percy. Annabeth felt tears well in her eyes, at her friends' trust in her.
"Santa Monica Pier. There's a boat docked there for us." Annabeth stated, she gestured to the envelope "I have train tickets here. It's going to be a long ride, we can get some rest and strategize about finding Thalia." Everyone looked at her with wide eyes.
"Annabeth… how?" Nico asked, his jaw dropped.
"I spoke to Poseidon last night. He's as upset as we are about Percy's banishment. He blessed our quest and gave us a boat, cash, and train tickets so we can bring Percy home." Annabeth announced. They all reminisced on the day of Percy's banishment.
"I've never seen a god that angry before, and that says a lot considering my father," Nico said.
"Yeah…" Piper trailed off, "I've never seen a god that hurt before. He really loves Percy."
"We all do," Hazel spoke softly. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Let's get a move on," Jason proposed, "we have to find my sister as quickly as possible, so we can find Percy as quickly as possible."
The gang filed onto the train, splitting into their respective couples as the settled into seats. Nico slipped into the seat next to Annabeth, and caught her eye. "Are you okay, Annabeth?"
"No, I'm not," Annabeth sighed, "but I'm here. And as long as I'm here, I'll keep fighting. It's the Jackson way." Nico raised an eyebrow.
"You're not a Jackson, Annabeth," Nico chuckled, "not yet at least." Annabeth felt her lips twitch, but she didn't respond.
'You have done well, Annabeth," the voice acknowledged, almost making her jump, 'You are one step closer.'
'I haven't done anything that really matters,' Annabeth shrugged, brushing off his praise. 'How many steps are there?' she questioned, not sure she wanted to know the answer.
'Many more,' the voice answered vaguely. Annabeth sighed, she didn't expect anything different. 'Rest now. You will need it.' Annabeth laid her head against the window, her eyelids becoming heavy almost immediately. As she drifted to sleep, blue and green waves swirled together in her subconscious.
'I'm coming, Percy.'
She woke sluggishly, the remnants of her nightmare crawling over her clammy skin like spiders. Still not fully awake, she reflexively shifted towards the left side of the bed, feeling for his warm, solid body to ground her and chase away the fear. Nothing. She lazily lifted her eyelids, croaking his name; god her throat was so dry. Where was he? She looked around frantically, rasping his name as loudly as she could manage, as she searched his cabin for any sign of his presence.
The door flew open with a loud bang, but she didn't startle. She was lost to her panic, hyperventilating even as two sets of arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders. For a short moment, she relaxed. The floral and cinnamon scents were somehow familiar and vaguely comforting. She remembered those scents… she remembered those people… she remembered… that day. Then came the tears.
Terrible bellowing sobs spewed from her mouth as her memories returned. She could taste the salty tears on her lips, a dreadful feeling of de ja vu flooding her body. He was gone. She choked on her cries, barely able to draw breath as her stomach twisted, expelling its contents. She doubled over as she heaved, bile and saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her knees gave out and she sank onto the floor, her head hanging loosely, ignoring her snot as it mingled with the other viscous fluids on her chin.
"Shhh Annabeth," a soothing voice finally broke through the screaming masses in her head. Piper. "You're okay. It's okay." A soft hand rubbed her back in soothing circles. The cinnamon scent grew stronger as a cloth was swept across her jaw tenderly. Hazel. A cold glass was held to her lips and she gulped the liquid down quickly and gratefully. She paused a moment to catch her breath. When was the last time she had water? She tried to focus on her breathing. In… and out. In… and out. Even such a simple task seemed impossible. By pure willpower, she lifted her head, her fuzzy gaze falling on the calendar.
Two weeks.
14, 24-hour days. At 60 minutes an hour and 60 seconds a minute, Percy had been gone for 1,209,600 seconds. Every moment of every second was agony. Every day started the same. Every afternoon was endured the same. Every night ended the same. Percy was gone and Annabeth was empty. She couldn't handle it anymore. She wasn't strong enough.
"Annabeth sweetie," Hazel started, close to tears herself, "why didn't you tell us it was this bad?" Piper nodded emphatically, looking every bit as concerned as Hazel. Annabeth felt shame well up for being so weak in front of her friends. She was a daughter of Athena for gods' sake!
"I'm okay guys," she tried to smile, but she couldn't muster the strength to put on a convincing show, "I just had a moment of weakness."
"Bullshit, Chase," Piper growled, "If you were okay you wouldn't have been screaming for Percy at the top of your lungs!"
"It's okay to hurt Annabeth," Hazel said sweetly, putting a hand on her shoulder, "we want to help you."
"We do," Piper reinforced, much softer, "we're all really worried about you Annabeth." She took notice of Jason, Frank, and Nico hovering anxiously a few steps away, concerned and frightened expressions on all their faces.
"Annabeth…" Nico started, his voice shaking as he knelt next to her, "please let us help you. We can't stand to see you like this." He looked close to tears.
Frank wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple, his compassionate expression speaking volumes.
Jason caught her eyes, his own eyes misty and glazed over. He blinked a few times before walking over and taking her hand in his. "We're scared for him too. You guys were our courage when we were frightened, our hope when we were discouraged, and our strength when we were weak. Let us be strong for you now."
Any will she had left, to pretend she was strong, disappeared when she heard the sincere concerns of her closest friends. She let her head fall onto Frank's shoulder, as her own shoulders fell dejectedly.
"I'm not okay. I feel weak and lost and empty. I can't stop crying. I see him and feel him, I hear him in everything. I've been physically sick every day since he was… banished," Annabeth winced as she forced the word out of her mouth. She had to make it real. She didn't want to live in that dark, crushing place anymore.
"When was the last time you ate anything?" Jason inquired, squeezing her hand softly.
"I…," Annabeth paused. When was the last time she ate? Her stomach clenched and twisted, looking for food to digest, "I don't know." she whispered dejectedly. Hazel and Nico exchanged a concerned glance.
"We're gonna go get you some food Annabeth, okay?" Frank crooned softly, making eye contact with Annabeth, his heart clenching at the desolation he saw there. There was no trace of their strong, fearless leader in those eyes. He squeezed her once more before they all got up and moved toward the door, exchanging looks and whispered words. "We'll be back soon."
"Okay." Annabeth mouthed, no sound passed through her lips as her eyes, once again, became unfocused and misty. Her body reflexively contracted inward, as the sunlight filtered through the cracked door and cast across her face.
As her friends left, the darkness returned. Her Percy was gone.
"Exactly," a voice whispered, "your Percy."
Something sparked in her. Her Percy was gone. He wasn't theirs to take. She scrambled towards the flicker of anger and held on tight. They stole her Percy.
"Will you do something about it," the voice urged, "Or will you continue to wallow in your despair as your Percy is slain by his enemies in the Pit?"
"My mother has ordered me to stay here in the camp and 'let things work themselves out.' She told me not to 'provoke Zeus any further.' How can she expect me to just sit here and twiddle my thumbs while Percy battles giants and titans for his life, serving a punishment he didn't deserve? She told me there was nothing I could do. I love him and I want to help him, but she's right, what can I do?" Annabeth rambled helplessly, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"I apologize," the voice drawled mockingly, "I was under the impression I was speaking with Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, leader of the Greeks, slayer of Titans, Giants, and Primordials; not a cowardly, helpless little girl, who follows her mother blindly."
"Excuse me? I AM Annabeth Chase. I am a daughter of Athena. I slayed the Titans, the Giant, and Primordials. I found my way to The Underworld. I stood up to the Olympians. I fought two wars. I made my way through Rome, on my own, and found the Athena Parthenos. I slayed Arachne. I fell into Tartarus, closed the Doors of Death, and came out of it with my life." Annabeth was almost screaming, her breath coming in heavy pants. "My mother is wise, but I have not, do not, and will not follow anyone blindly, even her. I am NOT a coward, I am NOT helpless, and I am most certainly NOT a little girl. I am Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, and you WILL give me the respect I deserve."
"Hmm," the voice hummed smugly.
"Annabeth… who" Piper questioned haltingly, "…who are you talking to?" Annabeth's head whipped toward the sound of Piper's voice, hair flying and framing her menacing expression. Her chest was heaving, her nostrils flared and her eyes… were flaming. She looked like a warrior. She looked like Annabeth.
Annabeth was disoriented. Who had she been talking to? Had she been hallucinating? No. She may have been distressed but she wasn't delusional.
"I want to help you Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena," the voice almost chuckled, before returning to its solemn tone. "War is coming. A war unwinnable without Perseus Jackson"
Annabeth sighed, she should have known they weren't regular nightmares, they were too repetitive. It seemed like war was always coming for her and Percy. They could never catch a break, one thing after another. She turned to her friends, who were observing her warily, "It's nothing guys. I finally snapped out of it, that's all." The group stared at Annabeth for a moment longer before running to her and throwing their arms around her.
"I'm glad," Hazel whispered, "we were so worried." There was a collective sigh of relief as they let go of Annabeth and stepped back.
Nico blinked away a few tears as Annabeth's eyes met his. He hadn't seen that determination since Percy had gone. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I have to help Percy," Annabeth spoke fiercely, "something is coming, I don't know what but I've been dreaming of it since he's been gone, and it can't be defeated without him."
"I'm in," Jason said firmly.
"Me too," spoke Piper, lacing her fingers with Jason's.
"We're coming," Frank declared, his arms wrapped around Hazel. She nodded in response to his statement, a look of such fervent determination almost out of place on her pretty face.
"So, what's the plan?" Nico asked simply.
"I don't know." Annabeth spoke, not discouraged. "First we speak to Chiron." She marched towards the door, stopping suddenly as someone grabbed her arm. She looked at Piper inquisitively.
"Umm… Annabeth, I'm all for talking to Chiron but, maybe you should get cleaned up first." Piper said, smirking. Annabeth blushed as she looked down at her clothes. She was wearing one of Percy's old shirts and a pair of his boxers.
"That would be best," Annabeth said sheepishly, glaring at her friends as they chuckled. "Give me 15 minutes."
Once Annabeth was ready, the group headed to Chiron's office. The other demigods stared as they saw Annabeth for the first time since Percy's banishment. Pity was in every expression, and Annabeth felt herself bristle at being treated like a victim.
"Focus on the goal, Annabeth," the voice urged. She started slightly, she almost forgot about that aspect of her situation. She still didn't know who the voice was. "I cannot reveal that right now. All I can disclose is that I am a friend."
For some odd reason, Annabeth had no doubt in her usually skeptical mind, that the voice was telling the truth. She couldn't figure out why she trusted this disembodied voice so implicitly. It wasn't familiar, but it was comforting. His ability to communicate with her telepathically, didn't bother her at all. She would think about it later, right now there were more pressing issues. She rolled her eyes at that thought; issues more pressing than a disembodied voice in her head- what a life.
Annabeth was so deep in thought she nearly walked right into Chiron's door. Ignoring the snickering behind her, she took a deep breath and knocked. Chiron answered almost immediately, his face grave.
"I've been expecting you," he sighed heavily, "come in." Annabeth scanned Chiron's face as they entered the Big House. There were lines in his face, deep lines, that weren't there before. He shoulders seemed hunched and his hooves dragged, like he was carrying a great load.
"Chiron…," Annabeth started.
"You are aware of course, that I have been forbidden by your mother to grant you permission for this quest?" He looked exhausted. Annabeth felt her heart squeeze. What happened to her wise, optimistic mentor?
"And you are aware that we will be going regardless," Jason stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes. You wouldn't be my students if you didn't," Chiron's eyes sparkled with pride. "Percy is like a son to me, as he has become a brother and best friend to you all. Please bring him home." In that short moment, Chiron was the closest to crying Annabeth had ever seen.
"We will," they coursed as one. The air vibrated with their statement, a feeling reminiscent of swearing on the Styx. The statement was final, they would save Percy or die trying. A knock sounded on the door, ominous and forceful. Chiron answered it as the gang looked at each other, acknowledging their unspoken pact.
"It's Rachel," Chiron called, trotting back in with the unique mortal prophet.
"Hey guys," Rachel greeted them, much less enthusiastic than usual, "I saw you guys come in here with Annabeth and I wanted to check…," her sentence trailed off as her eyes began to glow green. She walked to the center of the room, her unsettling eyes trailing over everyone, and finally focusing on Annabeth.
"A hero of heroes once again scorned
Of trials and vengeance, your journey is born
In darkness he stumbles, his body in flames
Near death after death, led by He with Many Names
You shall follow a chaotic path
To avoid The All-Knowing One's lethal wrath
Your time is too short to save your love
Soon, he'll fight his way to the land above
With six heroes you shall start, but not end
For a chance to survive, there must be ten
A hunter, a warrior, familiar indeed
One born of water, and a mystery
Reunited in Paradise, you shall answer the call
Redeemed by The One Who Created It All"
The glow of her eyes faded and she swayed dizzily on her feet, catching herself on the arm of a chair. "Wow. Thanks for the save guys," she mumbled irately, "It's been a long time since a prophecy made me that dizzy." The room was silent. There was so much information to process. What did it mean?
"I think we should talk this out together," Piper stated, "maybe we can figure out where to start."
"That's a good idea, Pipes," Hazel agreed, nodding, "anyone have any ideas?"
"The 'hero of heroes' who was scorned is definitely Perce," Jason volunteered, "he did swear to get revenge on the gods who banished him." Everyone nodded in agreement. There was silence as they tried to interpret the next part of the prophecy.
"The line 'time is too short to save your love'," started Frank, "As much as I hate to say it, I don't think we're supposed to be saving Percy."
"I don't think we can really know what the next few lines are about until we start the quest, they're really subjective," Hazel said, for Annabeth's sake.
"No, Hazel," Annabeth swallowed around the lump in her throat, and blinked away her tears, "Frank is right."
"Let's pick back up at 'with six heroes you shall start'," Nico proposed. Annabeth smiled at him gratefully, "the six we start with is obviously us, and I'm pretty sure the 'one born of water' is Percy. Who are the hunter and warrior?"
"It says 'familiar indeed'," Annabeth stated after taking a moment to consider, "I think that means people we know. Maybe the hunters of Artemis," she mumbled, thinking out loud. She gasped, "It's Thalia."
"The last I heard from Thalia she was leading the hunt for monsters terrorizing the forest of Pholóē," Chiron offered.
"Pholóē," Annabeth questioned, "the birthplace of Fae folk?"
"Centaurs as well," Chiron added, unable to turn off the professor for even one moment, "but yes." Annabeth drew in a sharp breath.
"What is it?" Jason asked, irritated.
"Pholóē is in Greece," She explained
"And?" Piper inquired, still confused.
"We are working against the agendas of many powerful gods, one of them: Zeus," Annabeth elaborated
"How are we supposed to get to Greece? We can't fly, and we sure as hell can't drive," Nico snarked at Jason.
"We'll have to sail," Annabeth said, matter-of-fact.
"Without Percy?" Hazel gasped, "Do any of us know how to sail? Do we even have a boat?"
"Leave that to me," Annabeth asserted, "I'll handle it. We'll leave tomorrow at six am. Any objections?" Everyone shook their heads, awed at Annabeth's strength and resolve. With a curt nod, she walked out of the room purposefully.
She stared at the door in front of her, the number across the top becoming blurry as the rain streaked across her face. She should have come here sooner but she couldn't even muster enough strength to eat, let alone walk out of camp and catch a taxi. She was breaking almost every rule, yet there she was. She raised a shaky hand and placed her finger on the doorbell. She couldn't bring herself to push it. Her head fell to her chest as the tears flowed down her face and mixed with the rain, her lips trembling with the strain of holding back sobs. She probably wasn't even welcome, but she couldn't bring herself to leave either. She was standing there, staring at her blurry right index finger on the doorbell, when the door flew open. A woman, with warm brown eyes and soft brown hair framing her heart shaped face stood in the doorway.
Sally Jackson.
"Annabeth?" Sally questioned, squinting into the rain. At the sound of her name, she burst into loud noisy sobs. The weight of her body became too much and her knees gave out. Arms caught her and pulled her into warmth. She was so overwhelmed by everything she just couldn't stop crying, but it was okay to cry in front of Sally Jackson. She was a mother to everyone, including her. So, she let it all out.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sor-," she hiccupped, rambling and bawling like a baby in Sally's lap.
"Shhh, Annabeth, shhh," Sally cooed, "why are you apologizing?"
"Percy Is gone," Annabeth sobbed, "Percy is gone and the prophecy says we can't save him and I'm so sorry I couldn't protect him and I can't save him and he's gone and you're so good and kind and you don't deserve any of this and I'm so sorry I didn't come see you sooner and I'm just so sorry."
"Oh no Honey, no," Sally refuted, "None of this is your fault. You have done nothing but protect and love Percy. I know it was a lot to handle, I'm not upset with you, okay?"
"I'm so sorry, Sally," Annabeth cried.
"Look at me, Annabeth," Sally grabbed her face and pulled it up from her shoulder, "None of this is your fault. I don't blame you, okay?" Annabeth nodded, her tears drying up, as Sally kissed her forehead
"Hey, Annabeth," Paul Blowfis interjected tenderly, wrapping her in a towel, "would you like some tea?"
"O-okay, yes please," Annabeth sniffled, a little embarrassed about her impromptu breakdown. "Thank you."
"Annabeth, I'm going to remind you of something you already know, something that the gods continue to forget about our Percy," Sally spoke in a mock-whisper, drying Annabeth's hair with the towel, "He's strong. Stronger than all of them because his strength comes from inside. That's the Jackson way. Now tell me about this prophecy." Annabeth recited the prophecy, sparing her the scarier theories and details.
Just as she finished, Paul came out of the kitchen with a tray of tea and sat it on the coffee table. He squeezed Annabeth's shoulder and flashed a reassuring smile, that somehow made her feel slightly better. As she fixed her tea, she watched Paul and Sally interact. He adored her, and she him. You could practically see it oozing out of their pores. It was in the way he stroked her cheek and the way she smiled. It was in the way he fixed her tea, and the way she held his hand the whole time. It was in the way he pressed his lips to her temple for just a second longer than normal, before giving her a little privacy, and it was the look in her eyes as she watched him walk away. Sally Jackson loved the same way as her son, completely and selflessly. The similarity made her chest hurt.
Sally turned back to Annabeth with a small smile still on her lips. "Percy will endure much more and fight harder and longer for someone he loves than he would for himself," Sally spoke with such conviction, Annabeth's fear almost completely disappeared, "and I know he loves you more than anything; except for me of course," Sally winked, chuckling, and Annabeth almost smiled, her eyes lightening a shade. "Don't you worry about our Percy, Annabeth, he has our combined strength with him down there. He'll be just fine."
It was almost midnight. Annabeth had stayed in the Blowfis home for almost six hours, absorbing all the love and courage she could. There was a reason Percy Jackson was such a great person, and her name was Sally Jackson. Sally had dropped her off five minutes ago, now she had a different parent to talk to. As she snuck her way to the lake, one of her favorite memories of Percy came to the surface of her consciousness.
Annabeth was paranoid. Even invisible, she was worried about being caught. "You. Me. Lake at Midnight," Percy had whispered in her ear at the bonfire that evening. The forbidden act, as well as the memory of his breath on her ear, made her shiver, even in the hot summer air. As she broke through the trees, she saw him there. He was shirtless, his camp t-shirt balled up on the bank next to him. His pants were rolled up and his feet in the water, as he leaned back on his hands, his head tipped skyward. The moonlight was cast over him softly, and in the gentle breeze he looked like a god. There was a small smile on his lips and his eyes were closed. She felt his peace in her soul and it made her smile too.
"Hey, Wise Girl," Percy called, not moving an inch. Annabeth's jaw dropped as she looked down at herself. She was still invisible! Maybe, he was just guessing, because it had been so long. She trod silently toward his ethereal form, the closer she got the more beautiful he was, she was entranced. She stood behind him and leaned over his face, careful not to disturb his peace.
Percy's eyes snapped open, meeting hers exactly, and the breath rushed out of her lungs at an alarming rate. His eyes were waves of blue and green crashing together and swirling around. He shifted his weight and reached a hand up, knocking the cap off her head. His smile widened as she became visible, his eyes wandering down to focus on her lips. "Percy," Annabeth breathed his name, for no reason other than wanting to hear his name.
"Annabeth," he breathed back, pulling her around his body to straddle his lap. A small, round object was pushed into her palm- it felt smooth. She looked down at her gift, confused as to why he'd given her a sand dollar. He placed his forehead against hers, noting the ever-changing shades of gray in her eyes, as he pulled the tie from her hair. It fell around their faces, creating a curtain that blocked out the world. He traced her lips with his eyes as he leaned in.
"My Wise Girl," he trailed off as he brushed his lips against her cheek, "this sand dollar was given to me," over the bridge of her nose, "by my father," and across her other cheek, "as a means of protection." He kissed each eyelid, "that sand dollar is worth a lot to the sea world, nymphs and spirits especially," and the tip of her nose, "now I'm giving it to you, so you can feel safe at sea, even without me," the pressure of his lips was feather light.
There was a moment of pause, she could feel him near but not close enough. She opened her eyes, though she didn't remember closing them, and looked at him inquisitively. He was smiling softly, his eyes shining like turquoise gems. "You're beautiful," he whispered softly, reverently, "I'm in love with you, Annabeth Chase."
Her eyes watered at his sincere confession. She knew he loved her, just like he knew she loved him, but he had never… declared it so clearly. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, the emotion welling up inside her. "I'm in love with you, Percy Jackson."
His answering smile was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He wrapped his arms around her waist and fell into the river, recreating that perfect moment years ago, when they had their first real kiss.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sat staring at the lake, thinking about that day. She would do everything in her power to get Percy back. Everything and anything. She pulled the old sand dollar out of her pocket. She ran her fingers over the pattern, it was hard to part with, it had been a gift from Percy, but to keep him alive she would give up anything. Annabeth knelt before the lake and prayed.
'Lord Poseidon, please help us. I'm starting a quest to save Percy and we must travel by ocean. We have no boat, no map, and no knowledge of sailing or the sea. What we do have is a prophecy, a place to start, and an all-consuming need to save Percy. I love him. I love him and I can't function knowing he is scared, lost, and in pain. Possibly dead," Annabeth sobbed, "Please Lord Poseidon, please help me. Help me bring your son back home. Please accept this offering, it is something very precious to me." She dropped the sand dollar into the lake, praying with all she had left in her soul.
"Stand, child," a deep voice rumbled. She scrambled to her feet, nearly sobbing with relief at the sight of Poseidon. "My son, is enamored of you, young Annabeth. After hearing your prayer, I am certain you are just as enamored of him. Is this true?"
"Yes. I am in love with your son." Annabeth stated, with conviction.
"This quest you seek to take, will be wrought with danger and tribulations. Even I, can sense a great change brewing in the atmosphere. Perseus will be a crucial component of this change, and I believe you will be as well." Poseidon observed Annabeth for a moment, before coming to a decision, "I will help you, daughter of Athena, for I too, want Perseus safe. I have blessed your journey. I will provide for you a boat, and the knowledge of how to operate the vessel. You shan't worry about other deities attacking you when you travel by sea, however, I cannot protect you from monsters and other mystical beings. You will meet me here at dawn." Poseidon stated.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Annabeth bowed her head in respect, shaking with the force of her relief. "I am forever indebted to you."
"Bring my son home safely, and it is I, who shall owe you a great debt, daughter of Athena," Poseidon smiled gently, walking forward and placing a hand on her head. She was suddenly dizzy as information was transferred into her head at a speed to quickly for her to register. "Be safe, Annabeth. You are favored by the sea." He steadied her as her head swam, grabbing her hand and pressing something into her palm before disappearing.
When she regained her motor skills, she opened her hand. Nestled inside her palm was her sand dollar. She brought it to her lips and kissed it reverently, "Thank you, Lord Poseidon."
Annabeth couldn't sleep. She was so full of nervous energy that she tossed and turned all night. By the time she finally gave up, it was dawn. She got dressed, grabbed her bag and knives and walked back down to the river. She had half an hour before she had to meet her friends at the entrance to camp. She walked through the trees and stepped onto the bank of the river. She began to pray as the minutes ticked by and Poseidon still wasn't here. Five more minutes passed and she began to panic, when a dolphin broke the surface of the water and dropped a large envelope at her feet. "Annabeth Chase?" it trilled.
"Yes. That's me." Annabeth announced.
"I have something for you from Lord Poseidon. He sent me in his place to avoid suspicion from other gods for as long as possible. My name is Delphin." he said, nudging the envelope toward her. As she picked it up she could feel her panic beginning to melt. "You are to take a train to California. Our Lord has made arrangements for maximum secrecy. Your boat is located on the leftmost dock of the Santa Monica Pier. Enclosed you will find the train tickets and a few other amenities."
"Thank you Delphin. I am very grateful for your help," Annabeth spoke emotionally, she headed to the forest, mind already racing ahead.
"Ms. Chase?" Annabeth turned around, face inquisitive, "please bring Perseus home. He is very important to Lord Poseidon, and us, his people."
"I will, Delphin, I will." Annabeth swore to him. Delphin gave her a nod of respect and disappeared into the water. Annabeth ran all the way to the entrance of camp. When she arrived, her friends were ready and waiting for her.
"What's the plan boss?" Jason asked. All her friends looked at her, ready and eager to put their lives on the line; for each other and for Percy. Annabeth felt tears well in her eyes, at her friends' trust in her.
"Santa Monica Pier. There's a boat docked there for us." Annabeth stated, she gestured to the envelope "I have train tickets here. It's going to be a long ride, we can get some rest and strategize about finding Thalia." Everyone looked at her with wide eyes.
"Annabeth… how?" Nico asked, his jaw dropped.
"I spoke to Poseidon last night. He's as upset as we are about Percy's banishment. He blessed our quest and gave us a boat, cash, and train tickets so we can bring Percy home." Annabeth announced. They all reminisced on the day of Percy's banishment.
"I've never seen a god that angry before, and that says a lot considering my father," Nico said.
"Yeah…" Piper trailed off, "I've never seen a god that hurt before. He really loves Percy."
"We all do," Hazel spoke softly. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Let's get a move on," Jason proposed, "we have to find my sister as quickly as possible, so we can find Percy as quickly as possible."
The gang filed onto the train, splitting into their respective couples as the settled into seats. Nico slipped into the seat next to Annabeth, and caught her eye. "Are you okay, Annabeth?"
"No, I'm not," Annabeth sighed, "but I'm here. And as long as I'm here, I'll keep fighting. It's the Jackson way." Nico raised an eyebrow.
"You're not a Jackson, Annabeth," Nico chuckled, "not yet at least." Annabeth felt her lips twitch, but she didn't respond.
'You have done well, Annabeth," the voice acknowledged, almost making her jump, 'You are one step closer.'
'I haven't done anything that really matters,' Annabeth shrugged, brushing off his praise. 'How many steps are there?' she questioned, not sure she wanted to know the answer.
'Many more,' the voice answered vaguely. Annabeth sighed, she didn't expect anything different. 'Rest now. You will need it.' Annabeth laid her head against the window, her eyelids becoming heavy almost immediately. As she drifted to sleep, blue and green waves swirled together in her subconscious.
'I'm coming, Percy.'
Notes
Taking a poll! Who's POV do you wanna hear next? Sally, Poseidon, or Zeus?
Right now Poseidon is in the lead!
Sally. It would be interesting to see what she will do.
7/8/18