Destiny Jackson

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“What problems?” I furrowed my eyebrows at Nathan, or Eros, or whomever he was.

“Everything, Destiny. Your whole life.” I rolled my eyes. That was ridiculous. He couldn’t know anything about my life. I didn’t even know anything about my life. No one quite seemed to.

Suddenly, Luke and Harry were at the subway door, pounding to get in. Harry pried apart the doors, letting he and Luke inside of the car. He must be incredibly strong.

“Stop this, Eros. You don’t know what you’re doing,” Luke growled.

“I should have known it was him. How didn’t I know it was him?” Harry muttered to himself, running his fingers through his ginger-colored hair.

“You think that you’re all so old and wise,” Eros looked at the pair with a condescending gleam in his eye. “Guess what? Only I know what is to happen. I made this all happen. Harry, you truly believed that you can fall in love with just anyone? That fate picks your soulmate? That’s wrong. In-cor-rect.” Eros drug the word out like a song, as if the four of us were to start dancing a jig in underground New York City.

Harry’s eyebrows rose, and his face seemed to be that of an old man’s, tired and stressed. “This...this...” his voiced roared. “You put me through all of this?!”

Eros chuckled softly, and I realized that he had been wearing a mask the whole time. I, a blindfold. He could pretend to be someone else, and I could believe him, because those who truly and deeply want love can find it anywhere. That’s what I was. A fool for love. Or perhaps just a fool.

Harry grabbed Eros’ wrist, twisting. “Luke, grab Destiny and hold on to me! We’re sorting this gods-damn thing out, once and for all!”

Luke grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly and smiling at me. Harry held my other, in a way only a lover could. For a moment, it was just like it was the three of us, being best friends together. That’s when the light came.

It fled into my vision like I was seeing the sun for the first time since I was born, and somehow it burned without causing pain. My body seemed to collapse into air, and my lungs were left breathless.

For a moment, I was floating in a warm spring. But that ended as soon as it had begun.

When I came to, I was in a place that I knew I had been many times before.

“Olympus,” I breathed. “Mom...” My nose took in the scent of honey, and I looked up. Twelve people were standing in front of me, all of their eyes opened in a way of concern or excitement. Either way, all eyes were widened.

“Zeus,” I squinted hard. Where had that come from?

A voice rang out behind me. “She remembers?” That man. That face. That mouth. I knew him. “Dad? Percy?” Names were slipping out of my mouth from nowhere.

“Shh, Perseus. Let her remember.” A man stood directly in front of me, with green eyes identical to my own.

“Poseidon.” I knew that name, and I knew the man. “Grandpa.”

His eyes widened with curiosity, and then started twinkling. “Why, Destiny Jackson,” he remarked. “I believe that you do remember.”

And I did. I remembered the stories I had been told when I was younger, younger than five, my true age. I remembered the stories about my mother and father fighting against the titans. I remembered their stories about-

“Luke Castellan,” My head turned sharply to the left. Luke was still there, holding my hand just as tightly as he had before. “I remember the stories about you.” His face grew white. I could tell in his blue eyes that he was ashamed. Luke looked away, embarrassed.