Of New Life

Chapter 27

The chapter I wrote was so long I had to split it up. Here you go. 

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Percy's POV:

Percy knew he was dreaming immediately. He found himself in a room with dark smoke-like substance surrounding him. In front of him stood Annabeth and someone else he couldn't make out, but they were dressed in black. Percy knew they couldn't see him.

The figure started tracing a staff in their right hand. Percy knew that staff, he saw it yesterday.

Hera.

"Your child will be quite powerful. It will have many things that will come after them. One wrong move, and you have Titans after your children," Hera explained. Percy knew they were talking about his youngest child, who wasn't even born yet.

To his left, Annabeth stood shocked. "But I don't understand, legacies aren't supposed to be powerful-"

"Does the child you hold in your hands not carry limits of the power of Poseidon?"

Annabeth took a step back and shifted Silena in her arms.

"They don't have strong powers, but yours happens to be different," said Hera.

"But he/she has brain damage-"

"That is what you think, and that is what the gods think. It appears to be that way, because your child is such a rare case. Did you really think a legacy of Athena would be born with brain damage?"

Percy hadn't thought about that.

Annabeth stared at Hera. "So what do you expect me to do?"

"Kill it," she ordered. Hera lifted back her headscarf and turned to face him. She stared at him with her sharp light brown eyes. "Hello, Perseus."

Percy sat up in bed fast. He clutched the sheets tightly in his fists and breathed heavily. He was in a cold sweat from head to toe. He turned and looked at the clock; 2:34am. His chest felt tight and he had a massive headache to match it. He felt so claustrophobic, like he had to get out of the room.

Annabeth awoke next to him, staring up at him. "What's wrong?"

She reached up to touch his arm, but Percy flinched and pushed her hand away. "Don't touch me," he panted.

Annabeth looked hurt, but recoiled her hand away from him. "Sorry..." she peeped.

Percy stood from their bed and walked downstairs and out the door. Before he knew it, he was sitting down in the sand on the beach, feet in the water. He sat like that for about 5 minutes before he caught his breath and relaxed.

Now that he had calmed down, he felt bad for pushing Annabeth away. She was only trying to ask him what was wrong, and he had sort of flipped out on her and ran out of the house.

But Hera had told her to kill their baby. Annabeth was not one to listen to Hera but by the looks of it, she didn't know that it was Hera. Percy couldn't just let her kill their baby. And why was this one different than Luke and Silena? Athena and Apollo wouldn't lie to them because if they knew how powerful their baby was, they'd be open about it to them. But why was Hera the only one to know this?

Percy sighed and stood back up. He wanted Annabeth to share her side of it, he didn't know if she knew more. He walked back inside and up to their room. Annabeth laid on her side, still awake but looked tired. When she saw him, she sat up and moved to the very edge of her side of the bed.

Percy stood in their doorway, surprised by her actions. She sat so stiff and breath jaggedly, staring at him expectantly. His heart dropped; was she... afraid of him? No, Percy told himself that that couldn't be true. He hadn't hit her or anything, never would, just pushed her hand away. Still, she looked nervous.