Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing."
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10.
The Past is In the Past
IT TOOK A WHILE, but Percy found a place for them to settle. Hazel was fine as far as Ace could tell. Just a blackout caused by something he didn't know. Frank picked up Hazel, while Ace helped Percy beach the boat. They took Hazel up the cliff and settled down while they waited for her to wake up.
"Where are we?" she asked after coming too and taking in her surroundings.
Frank exhaled. "Thank the gods you're awake! We're in Mendocino, about a hundred and fifty miles north of the Golden Gate."
"A hundred and fifty miles?" Hazel groaned. "I've been out that long?"
Ace leaned over and put the back of his hand on her forehead, checking for a fever to make sure. He was happy to find there wasn't one.
"We couldn't wake you. Finally we decided to bring you ashore. We thought maybe the seasickness—" Percy said, his head nodding to Ace.
"It wasn't seasickness." She said with certainty, before taking a very long deep breath. "I—I haven't been honest with you, What happened was a blackout. I have them once in a while."
"A blackout?" Frank said, quickly taking Hazel's hand in concern. "Is it medical? Why haven't I noticed before?"
"I try to hide it," she admitted. "I've been lucky so far, but it's getting worse. It's not medical...not really. Nico says it's a side effect from my past, from where he found me."
The way she said that, sent a chill down Ace's spine. He had just talked to Hazel yesterday about how she was from New Orleans.
"Where exactly did Nico find you?" Percy asked. The strong winds blowing his hair.
She swallowed hard, debated for a minute, then shook her head.
"I'll explain," she promised, as she grabbed her bag and started shifting through it. "Is...is there anything to drink?"
