Independence & Heartbreak // [Percy Jackson OC] // Book 2

{Chapter Seven}

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"But I'll still believe though there's cracks you'll see/When I'm on my knees I'll still believe,
And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found/If you believe in me I'll still believe"
- Holland Road (Mumford and Sons)

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A LITTLE TOO EASY

"NO SHE COMES WITH US!" Percy yelled, fear in his voice, as the bear twins dragged him out of the room.

    "Percy it's okay" Arya told him as calmly as she could. She felt a calloused hand grab her arm and walk her backwards, away from her brothers and friend. She didn't mind staying with Luke, as long as the rest of them were able to escape.

    "It's funny you think you have a say" Luke snapped, his voice in her ear. It became clear that Luke was the one holding her and suddenly she felt her stomach drop. There was a time she was able to tell Lukes touch from everyone else's. Now she was no longer able to do that.

    "Don't touch her" Percy yelled with a menacing look. Had the situation been less tense Arya would have smiled at Percy's brotherly nature, but instead she was begging that it didn't get them killed.

    "Get them out of here! Agrius, stand guard outside while Arya and I have a long awaited chat."

     This time, Arya did scoff. Then, looked at Percy one last time.

    "Stay together! You guys are stronger that way!" Arya yelled out in warning, hoping it would trigger one of them to remember that the bear twins were much weaker alone and that could be used as their way out. When the doors slammed shut, Arya was left unsure if they had heard her warning or not.

     She felt her body being tuned to face Luke, and suddenly, it was as if the last fifteen minutes had never happened. The last nine months had not happened. Luke's face softened along with his eyes. Arya was transported back to before, when her a Luke were able to talk to each other about anything and everything, when they would sit under Thalia's tree and discuss their dreams for the future. This was the Luke that Arya missed, this was the Luke she wanted to bring back to camp with her.

     "This is the longest we've been separated since we met. I've missed you" He said, sliding his hand down her arm and grabbing her hand, it was a gesture he used to use to comfort her in times of need, but now it just reminded her of how much everything has changed.

     She quickly pulled her hand out of his grip and took a small step backwards.

    "Then maybe you shouldn't have left camp" She retorted. She wanted her voice hard and words pointed, but instead they came out meek and quiet, like she was scared of what she was saying.