Curse of the Triblood

Chapter 52

Author's Note;

Hey guys! Thanks for reading the story and following it as long as you have. Hopefully, you like the story so far. What were your thoughts on the fights in the previous chapter? I would love your feedback. I wanted to know if you like the fights as is or are they getting boring.

Just today, literally before I published this, I spoke to my cousin; she is one of the biggest supporters of my writing, and I tried to catch her up on what was happening in the story since we haven't talked about it in a while. In truth, we haven't talked about it since the Lightning Theif. She was shocked, loved it, and amazingly enough, followed most of it pretty quick, even if there was a lot to unpack. I then told her how this book would end before the Heros of Olympus, and she was utterly shocked and thought it was terrific. Hopefully, you guys think the same when it's published.

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Percy POV

When I got to camp by walking out of the ocean and onto the beach. Beckendorf was dripping wet while I was perfectly fine. The moment he got on land, he began kissing the ground and saying things like he doesn't like underwater warzones. Some campers stopped their training; others stopped walking on the beach and rushed over to us. They began asking questions. That stopped when Adonia, my sister, and Silena, my daughter and Beckendorf's girlfriend, ran forward and parted the crowd. Silena rushed forward and gave the both of us a hug.

"You've been gone for two days," Silena told us. "I thought the worse."

"If it weren't for Percy, it would have been," Beckendorf admitted. "We barely got out of there." Beckendorf subconsciously touched the wound that was left from where Kronos stabbed him. Silena saw this and instantly lifted his shirt to see the injury.

"What happened?" Silena asked, checking him over.

She then saw the scar and gasped. A few tears escaped her eyes. Her eyes flared a magenta I knew all too well. The mix of pure passionate love, adoration, and pure unrestrained anger is a facial expression one does not expect. She looked so much like Aphrodite it made me chuckle. Then I felt a bit of pain; she still hid something from me. Something that she decided Silena should know and I should not. Love is complicated, and honestly, I love her, but the goddess of love is no exception, and she is also an exceptional pain in the neck.

The trees around us began to way, and leaves began to rustle. I looked around and looked concerned. It took me more time than I care to admit that I figured out it was coming from Silena. She was accessing her mother's domains subconsciously. Domains that come from pure emotion are harder to control because of it. But was more concerning was that fertility and vegetation were not Aphrodite's domains; they were Venus' domains. Silena was accessing the domains of her mother's Roman counterpart. That shouldn't be happening. That should never be the case, and yet it was. I guess Aphrodite and Venus are so similar that some powers can bleed through to the children of the other pantheon.

"Some close calls were actually on the money rather than just being close," I told her.

"How'd it go?" Adonia said.

"Get the cabin heads; we'll explain then."

When we walked around, I noticed the camp's numbers were lower than they were years ago. When I first joined in this lifetime, the camp was nearing four hundred campers, give or take a dozen. Now, we were barely reaching one hundred and fifty. Many had died in battle, like the former head of the Apollo cabin in the battle of the Labyrinth. Some disappeared and never returned, but others joined Kronos' armies.