Linked Demigods (HIATUS)

Chapter 8: Escape The Ship

NO POV

Annabeth wanted to go alone, since she had the cap of invisibility, but Wind and Percy refused.

"If you get hurt, and we couldn't help, it'll be on our head," Wind said seriously, "No friend or family or mine will ever get hurt, killed or captured again."

Percy sensed that there was something behind that, some past. Time had a similar sense. Thinking about it, the demigods (save for Wind) had no idea about why Time was called the Hero of Time, whether Wind was a hero too, and what they did in the past. They were mysteries that they took a good risk in trusting, but became worth it.

While Tyson didn't want to go, Wind urged Tyson, and eventually Tyson agreed, even if he was biting his fingernails and shaking. They dropped by their cabin to grab everything they needed. Wind had put everything of his in a place called an 'inventory', which Time had as well. It was a weird thing that only the visitors had. It was clear that they wouldn't stay any longer.

They snuck through all the corridors, following the signs. Annabeth, invisible, scouted ahead. They always hid from people, though everyone they saw was in that glassy-eyed trance.

When they reached the area the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Annabeth quickly shoved them all into a closet to hide. They heard a couple of guys down the hall.

 "You see that Aethiopian drakon in the cargo hold?" one of them said.

The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome. "

Annabeth, though still invisible, squeezed Percy's arm. Percy wondered whether he was supposed to know him.

"I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man, no contest!"

The voices faded down the corridor. Annabeth took off her cap, becoming visible.

"That was a camper?" Wind asked.

"Yes! That was Chris Rodriguez! From Cabin 11?" Annabeth said.

"What's another half-blood doing here?" Percy asked.

Annabeth frowned, deep in thought.

They continued down the corridor. Nobody needed a map to know how to get to Luke. Wind had a troubled expression on his face. At the end of the hallway, they're were double oak doors that looked like they must lead somewhere important. When they were about ten metres away, Tyson stopped.

"Voices inside," He said.

Wind's pointed, Hylian ears flicked.

"I hear it too," Wind agreed.

"You guys can hear that far?" I asked.

Tyson began to imitate the voices. Just as they figured out that they were caught, Percy shouted.

"Run!" he exclaimed.

The doors burst open. Luke appeared, flanked by two giants with javelins, bronze tips aimed at their chests.

"Well..." Luke said, a crooked smirk on his lips, "Isn't it my two favourite cousins, and the youngest Hero."

"Age doesn't matter!" Wind echoed Wild's words to him when he felt like he was being left out because his age.

"Well said. Come right in," Luke said, the smirk still playing on his lips.

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The stateroom was a clash of beauty and horror. It was filled with what looked beautiful, the furniture was nice, food set out well...

And then there was the golden casket. 

Wind frowned, feeling the dark energy coming from it. It was a sarcophagus, engraved with scenes of cities on fire and heroes dying. Despite the sunlight, the whole room felt cold.