Fall Of The Eldest - Percy Jackson

Chapter 30- The Fight Of Vengeance Prt 3

Koda's P.O.V

We stood on the rim of the building. This circular cement only a yard stick or two wide, with a thousand foot drop on both sides.

I stood, facing a man who was once my friend, my family, who now had the most cherished and loved person that still thrived in that old family.

But I wasn't alone in this stand.

Once again, near fatal events and rescues have brought me close to another group of demigods and their friends. Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque, Nico di Angelo and all their friends stood with me.

Fen had helped the revolters; feeding them information, sharing important dates and how things were constructed. If it wasn't for her, none of this would be possible.

But now, she is rewarded with a knife to the throat at the edge of a high patio by the man she was betraying.

"Let her go." I spoke, trying with everything I had left in me to control my emotions and voice.

The wind was starting to pick up as afternoon started to shed into evening. With the gray strand of hair whipping me in the face, I studied the sun from the corner of my eye; almost five, maybe six for the summertime.

"I can't do that dear friend," he explained maliciously "You see, Fenner here, has broken one of our main laws here in the city; sharing highly classified information."

I met her dark blue eyes. They were glowing with fear, but I could also tell she still felt proud about what she did.

Fen never liked standing on the side lines in times of crisis. Like me, she fights with all her wits to help her those in need. Supplying knowledge, being there for emotional growth. Without her, half of my achievements would have been my failures.

"She's a traitor!" Ronan bellowed, turning his eyes on Fen as he dug the knife deeper. "And she is going to face the punishment as one."

Right when I though he was going to make the move, Annabeth's voice rose up. "He was your cousin, wasn't he, Octavian?"

That got his attention. Ronan turned his gaze to Annabeth, his pressure and grip on the knife to Fen's throat loosened.

That gave me a chance; I met her eyes. You told her? I silently messaged, but all she did was smile shyly. And she says I'm the hardheaded one.

"Yes, he was. And he died doing the thing he loved: taking care of this camp." Ronan conceded in a threatening voice, as if he wanted her to challenge that.

But Annabeth was a step ahead. Percy always said how smart and cunning she can be in situations. Now I can see her brilliance that the son of Poseidon always gawked over. "So is that what your are trying to do? Because if so, it's not something he would be proud of." Her words were strong, but also with peace and power.

"What do you mean?" Questioned Ronan.

"Look at the city," motioned Annabeth to the colosseum below. "Look at the people. Instead of bringing prosperity and success to Rome, you have shown them darkness and helplessness. Octavian's actions were to help the people, let them expand and grow into new concepts and embrace who they were."

In a violent and careless way that nearly killed thousands of other demigods searching for the same thing. I thought to myself, then deciding to keep my mouth shut, I had a feeling that the others were thinking the same.

Ronan was looking down at his feet from the child of Athena's words. Shame and thought emitting from him.

"Are you really going to let your cousin's work be turned into something worse?" Annabeth finished.