The Last Guardian

Chapter Eleven

A/N. Review time!

"Just upload the next chapter instead of slacking off. Poor Hippolytoast." -KryptonWrites

Bro, what?

"this is such an interesting premise to develop off of I can't believe I've not seen a single other fan-fic that runs off of the premise of each god having their own "guardian" to be the mortal second during the gigantomachy. Temporary assignments to fight alongside each other yes, but not permanent avowal to a respective god that lasts for as long as they live. Their lives/existence as collateral for the oath seems rather extreme and slightly limiting for the plot but I trust you know what you're planning with all this :)" -XXIVA

Thank you. I've always wanted to write a Guardian fic that wasn't like the rest. I do know what I'm planning, don't worry :)

Onto the chapter!

Chapter Eleven

     Percy yawned and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

     The sound of crickets filled the air as they sat in silence.

     They would soon fall asleep to the ambience of the night.

      Percy stared down the doors of the building in front of them as they got out of the car. His backpack hung off of his shoulders, feeling heavy with all the bear meat.

     Artemis's eyes scanned the building in front of them. It was a tall silver building that was a blank canvas. Just a straight silver skyscraper that wasn't taller than the buildings next to them. The only sign that they were in the right place was the small logo above the opaque glass doors.

     DOA Recording Studios.

     A sign on the doors read 'NO SOLICITORS. NO LOITERING. NO LIVING'.

     "I remember when Erebus used to be a cave. Definitely an upgrade." Percy muttered.

      Artemis looked at him suspiciously. Since when did he know about Erebus? And the way he said it, it was like he had been there before, but when? He had spent the last four thousand years at her temple. Three offerings every day, not once did he miss one. And before that, he was with her all of the time.

      She shook it off as they opened the doors and walked inside.

      They stepped into the lobby. Muzak plated softly on hidden speakers. The carpet and walls were steel gray. Pencil cactuses grew in the corners like skeleton hands. The furniture was black leather, and every seat was taken. There were people sitting on couches, people standing up, people staring out of the windows, or waiting for the elevator. None of the people moved. Artemis noticed that if she looked out of the corner of her eye, she could see the people just fine, but if she looked right at them, they seemed to be transparent. Like she could see right through them.

      The security guard's desk was a raised podium. Even Percy, standing at six feet even, had to look up at him.

      He was tall and elegant, with chocolate colored skin, and bleached-blond hair shaved military style. He wore tortoiseshell shades and a silk Italian suit that matched his hair. A black rose was pinned to his lapel under a silver name tag.

     Percy took the lead and walked up to him. Artemis walked behind him. Their footsteps seemed to be a million times louder than the Muzak that filled the room.

     "Excuse me, Charon, I need passage for two to the Underworld."

     The man looked down at the Guardian. He pulled down his shade a little bit to look over them. His eyes were empty, full of despair.