We Both Walk Among the Dead: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Part 4

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           Cabin 13 was dark, dismal, but still somehow optimistic-looking. I immediately took to the dark surroundings, but I didn’t like how there were so many windows. I would have thought that, since this was the Cabin of Hades, it would have been more cave-like. I guessed that the window option was meant to lessen the impact of Hades in the Cabin, since Caleb was living here and didn’t seem to have the best relationship with his loving father.

          I turned around in my spot to stare at his dark, shaggy head in bed. He had purposefully taken the bunk farthest away from mine, and was sleeping with his back to me. A slant of moonlight from the open window fell across his bed, making his dark hair shine in contrast to the matte dark grey sheets.

           I scowled at him and returned my gaze to the stars. Here, out a little, there was less pollution, and I could make out all the constellations clearly. For the past hour or so I had been tangled in the signs of the stars, reading their positions and how they related to the rest of the nighttime universe. In doing this, I could tell how events that had already occurred moved the stars, showing how the next events were about to occur. What most people didn’t understand about the universe was that it was connected to us – through our energies and souls, and any action we made affected the universe’s movement, which could be read in the positions of the stars. Even from only an hour of reading I could tell that the energy from the Gods was extremely negative, moving the stars a little farther away. The Gods were worried, angry, and scared about something – and I could tell that it wasn’t just from my escape. Something was happening among their children again, some sort of mutual feeling that had gotten the Gods’ attention. It didn’t feel entirely negative; most of it was actual positive feelings and some fear. But it seemed like Zeus was worried about a few certain individuals, who were dangerous in some way.

           I broke off from the stars to ponder my own thoughts. So the Gods were worried about a couple of half-bloods? Maybe I could join up with them, and see what they were plotting.

         But then I remembered that I couldn’t leave the Camp, not until the Lord of Death’s son was given a quest. Which made more sense now that I had communicated with the stars. I now knew why Caleb was supposed to die early, on the quest that he was going to receive soon. The Gods were keeping an eye on a few certain half-bloods, though I still needed to figure out why, probably because all three were able to actually harm the Gods. It seemed that Zeus was getting apprehensive, and was going to have Caleb mortally wounded on the mission that was coming up. The Fates had foreseen this, and Hades had just happened to be there while they were discussing it, most likely. So, in order to save his son from the fear of Zeus, he asked if there was any other being that also made Zeus terrified and so had to be dealt with. And the Fates had told him about me, locked up but still a danger to the Gods if I were to ever get free. Zeus would surely have accepted my death over Caleb’s, since it would never have occurred to Caleb just how far the extents of his powers were. I was the one would had made that connection, in all of history, and so my death would have been much more preferable, and less political. I was already the daughter of a Titan, which was my death sentence. It made much more sense if I were the one to go, instead of Caleb.

         But the Gods were still going to have to hide our powers from the rest of the world, in case we were persuaded to join some cause that could threaten the very existence of the Gods. Which meant that they would still try to kill Caleb, but knew that it would actually be me that would die for him.