Percy Jackson's New Side (Book 2) - Destruction: The Dawn of the Forgotten

Chapter 12: Why Me?!

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Forward in Time

Third POV

Heracles looked at Dione again. He had been with her and Rhea for the past day, anxiously awaiting for Perseus to come back. If he didn't, he was going to have to go to Camp Half-Blood and see what was up. That would mean leaving Rhea alone. Normally, he wouldn't mind this. But now Dione was here, and she was a wild card. Who knows what ideas she could put into Rhea's mind after she had been through months of spending time with them? Rhea had the idea she had to do what they said, but now that Dione was here, some plots could emerge. 

Heracles was waiting for the Oracle of Cumae to wake up. 

He had Rhea on his lap and was playing with her hair, bored to the max without having anything to do. He also pulled Dione right up next to Rhea, something she didn't really want but had no say in the matter. His long and built arm was long enough to wrap around both of their waists, gripping them against his chest. His other hand made its way around Rhea's waist from behind and gripped her left inner thigh, taking pleasure in spreading it apart from her other thigh and squeezing it softly. He kissed her neck. Actually, no, more like it bit it lightly with force. 

His previous, unsaid question was at last satisfied.

A guard came in the room, bowing towards Heracles. His voice was raspy and gruff, and he had a ripped build. "Milord, she's awake. The Oracle of Cumae is awake."

Heracles grinned, and Dione's stomach inwardly twisted, wondering what was going to happen next. 

"You may go."

The guard left at Heracles's orders. Then Heracles put Rhea and Dione on the bed, got up, and then offered his hands to them. They both took one of his hands. As soon as he had a firm grasp on their hands he pulled them towards him, once again on either side. Then he walked out with Rhea and Dione. 

The three walked towards a room in the hallway opposite from Heracles's bedroom. He opened the door, finding the Oracle rubbing her eyes while she was sitting on the bed. Inside the room there was a sort of circular base that was faintly glowing, all sorts of wires plugged into it and were leading to the platform of the circular base. That's where the jar containing her spirit had been, and had eventually recharged to form a human, Sibyl. 

She had blonde hair and surprising amber eyes with purple specks in them. She also had been given clothes, but barely  any. Just undergarments and short shorts. 

"Sibyl." Heracles said, letting go of the two ladies next him. He motioned for them to sit by the wall in the chairs. Meanwhile, he sat right next to her on the bed.

"Heracles," she hissed in the complete opposite tone he greeted her with.

"Oh now, don't be like that. I brought you back to your human form!"

"I'd die over and over again than be with you!" She moved away form him, but he was angry now. He grabbed her hand, forcing her to a stop. Then he pulled her towards him, right next to him but not on his lap. He took a deep breath and managed to control his anger. 

"Learn to obey, Sibyl."

She huffed and turned her head away. Heracles grit his teeth and grabbed her chin, turning her head towards him.

"Last warning, love."

"I'm not your 'love'." She said coldly. 

Heracles pushed her away and stood up, looking at Rhea and Dione. "Out. I must deal with her alone."