The Sea's Storm

The Sea's Storm Issue #9

A/N. You know the new routine. Review time. 

"Yo wassup" -perzoeOTP

Hello my son. Hello. 

Anyways, he's the only review we have today, so without further ado, the next chapter.

     Percy stared at the bulletin board. The red yarn tied to the pushpins resembled the ones from movies. He had connected a bunch of dots trying to figure out what was going on.

     He had started off by listing everything that he knew. The Blemmyae worked for someone, and that someone had a connection to Greek Myths. Percy figured that out because he, one, knew what Tartarus was, and two, had a way to send monsters there. The boss seemed to have a scythe as a mark. Also, the "boss" wanted the security tapes.

     Then, there was the fact that the gas line was cut. He didn't know who for sure cut it, but he felt like it was someone from this boss guy.

     Not connected to everything else, but he still felt weird about it, was that detective from the FBI. Kronos wasn't exactly a common name. On that note, Atlas wasn't either. And even then, Atlas in the myths had a multitude of daughters, and they were all in groups. One group, the Hesperides, was a group of five daughters that resided in a blissful garden, where their father held up the sky.

     Five daughters lived with Atlas, the police chief. They even had the same names as the original Hesperides! It was a lot of coincidences, and Percy didn't figure that Atlas had a sense of humor like that. He wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling in his gut.

     He had a feeling that the conspiracy was connected to the FBI agent and police, but he had nothing to connect them. He just needed one connection, just one line of red yarn and he would have figured this whole thing out.

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     Percy sat on the floor in the hallway outside of the band hall. He was next to the boys bathroom. He might've been skipping band.

     He was drawing in a notebook. It seemed to be a new design for a suit. He started writing something.

     Footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting louder as the person came closer. They stopped as someone sat down next to him.

     "Hey." She said.

     Percy stopped writing. "Hey Zoë."

     "I heard about your mom."

     "Yeah, well, it was on the news, so not hard to miss."

      "How are you holding up?"

      'Um, I'm, uh, handling it." He paused. "You know, she wanted to be a writer. She had the first draft of her novel ready. That afternoon that she finished it, she died. She would never get to see her dream come true."

      Zoë nodded. "That's... that's... sad."

     Percy started writing again. It was all he could do as he felt tears start to prick his eyes.

     "You okay?" Zoë asked.

     Percy started to nod. It was too shaky though, and after a couple of seconds he was shaking his head. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. Zoë instantly wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back. She didn't say anything, opting to just be there.

     "I just... I just miss her. And the apartment is gone, and I'm living with Gabe, and... that's not going well because of what I did."

     "What you did?" Zoë asked gently. She pulled his head into her lap, running her hand through his head. He seemed to gather just a little bit of composure.