Filius chaos

17 - Olympus again, oh how much do I hate that place?

Annabeth

I turned toward the voice.

A figure stood at the entrance of the throne room.

He was dressed entirely in black.

Two swords were strapped to his waist, and a dark hood covered most of his head. A mask concealed the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

Behind him stood several others.

They were dressed similarly, though their masks were different colors. Red. Green. Blue. Orange. Yellow. Indigo. Violet.

Every single one of them radiated an aura that made the hairs on my arms stand.

They looked like warriors.

No.

They looked like killers.

My eyes instinctively returned to their leader.

His eyes.

Sea-green.

My heart stopped.

They reminded me of Percy.

Not just Percy...

They reminded me of someone I had loved more than anything.

Someone I had lost.

Someone I had spent months wishing would come back.

I stared at him.

"Percy?"

The masked man tilted his head.

Then he scoffed.

"Who is Percy?"

My heart sank.

But something about his voice...

I couldn't explain it.

It sounded familiar.

Far too familiar.

Perseus

The moment that woman asked if I was Percy, something inside me twisted.

Of course she would recognize the eyes.

She had spent enough time staring into them.

But she didn't recognize me.

Good.

I had no intention of making this easy for her.

Hearing her say that name only made my hatred burn hotter.

Percy.

That was who I had been.

The boy who had trusted her.

The boy who had fought for Olympus.

The boy who had been willing to die for people who ultimately betrayed him.

She was one of the reasons I had become who I was.

And yet...

If she hadn't betrayed me, I would never have discovered the truth.

I would never have met my real family.

I would never have learned who I truly was.

So perhaps I should thank her.

Of course, I wouldn't.

Once my plans were fulfilled, I would give her the death she deserved.

But not yet.