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...
"How do we forgive ourselves for all the things that we did not become."
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THE START OF A FINE BROMANCE
DESPITE THE FACT that Ace had only known Percy for three days now. They were at the point of their friendship where they could sit in comfortable silence. Which is exactly what they did while they ate the entire bag of chips.
After that, Ace grabbed his glasses and put them on before pulling out his notebook. The thoughts in his head swirling, so much had just happened at once. The more Ace's history was revealed the more he understood, and yet it did nothing but confuse the shit out of him.
So he wrote and wrote until the thoughts in his head calmed and he was satisfied with the mess of words that littered the pages, and the world didn't quite feel like it was eating him alive from the outside in.
Closing the notebook, he sat it beside him. Ace's eye shifted over to Percy who was leaning over the side of the boat with one hand in the water, swirling it rhythmically.
He looked as bothered as Ace felt. It made Ace wonder if Percy with the water did the same thing as writing did for Ace, giving him a way to relax and think things through.
"So a sister huh?"
Percy blinked and pulled his hand from the ocean, shaking the water off before running it through his hair.
"Yeah. It was the one thing that stupid potion made me remember. Although, I figure it's because it was already so close to breaking through anyway."
"What was her name again?"
"Arya."
Ace nodded as he remembered the female giant who growled that name with pure hatred not more than twelve hours ago.
"That's what made you so sick after we saw the army isn't it? The mention of her name had you trying to remember things someone obviously wanted gone." Ace said as his eye caught a twig floating in the water. Ace reached over and snatched it up.
"It had to have been." Percy said, thanking back.
"What's she like?" Ace asked, his head trying to come up with possibilities of what a sister to Percy Jackson could be like.
"I don't know," Percy let out a long and defeated sigh, "I only know what she looks like," Then his face turned dark and both his fists clenched tightly, "And that I shouldn't have forgotten her."
The switch had been flipped, and Ace worried that if he said the wrong thing Percy would take out all his emotions on him. Ace had been through that before with his friends, but with them he knew how to stop. He would bet his life savings Percy could kill him with nothing more than a flick of his wrist.
