¹𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀. percy jackson

XLII.

ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｏｌｙｍｐｉａｎ

"SO HE FOUND PAN?" Lucia beamed. "And caused a panic!"

Annabeth sat across from her the next morning. They were positioned the same way they were the day before except this time Lucia looked at Annabeth with a bright smile instead of a scowl.

The blonde girl had spent almost the entire morning talking to her. Half of the conversation was her gushing about Daedalus's laptop and all the notes she found in them. Annabeth talked long and hard about his different plans, ideas, and inventions. Even though it took Lucia a lot of brain power at times she listened to every word she said.

Then she started explaining what happened after the battle of the labyrinth, Lucia noticed her being careful when she talked about him, never using his name. Which she was grateful about. Because even though she trusted Annabeth, She did not want anything to do with Percy Jackson.

But Annabeth mentioned someone else that grabbed Lucia's attention, one of her close friends: Grover Underwood.

Not a lot of things were clear to Lucia about him, mostly that he was shy and ate her cardigan one time. But when Annabeth mentioned that he'd found the god Pan, Joy filled her.

"Grover." Lucia said "Finding Pan was important to him. Real or not real?"

"Real," Annabeth answered, This would happen often in their conversation. If Lucia became curious or a blurred memory or thought unraveled itself from all the knots in her head she would ask. Things were going well except Lucia hadn't asked a single question about him.

I hate Percy Jackson.

"The Council of Cloven Elders treated him like an outcast after he announced that Pan was dead but Grover still traveled all over the East Coast" Annabeth explained " He was trying to spread the word about Pan and convince nature spirits to protect their own little bits of the wild. He would only come back to camp a few times to see his girlfriend, Juniper."

"Why are you using past tense?" Lucia asked, She felt her stomach drop." "Annabeth. He's not-."

"No no," Annabeth reassured, she was careful with her words. "Last we'd heard he was in Central Park organizing the dryads, but nobody has seen or heard from him in two months. We've tried to send Iris messages. They never go through."

Lucia felt a sudden twist in her stomach, what if Kronos had Grover? what if he was hurt? what if—"

Camp hal—

Grover's voice rang in her head do you think I could stand it if you...

Grover, She was worried about Grover.

"We need to find him." Lucia insisted "He can't. He can't get his hands on him."

Annabeth smiled slightly "We will Lucia...Look about the war—"

"No." Lucia shook her head "Don't tell me anything. You can't trust me. I might believe in you Annabeth but I'm still flighty. I still don't know how to organize everything."

Annabeth frowned "I trust you."

"You shouldn't," Lucia said in a bitter tone

"Lucia. Do you want Kronos to win?" She whispered

Lucia thought about the people she had remembered she cared about. Her brothers and Sisters, Annabeth, Grover, and Chiron. She couldn't let them get hurt like Lee. Not without a fight.

"No." She whispered shyly "I want to protect the people I care about." She thought back to the ship "Kronos made me think I cared about him that he was important to me...but it never felt like that...Now things are clearer. I don't want Olympus to fall."