Odyssey

Traitor

Annabeth took Percy to a bath not filled with blood, and bathed him. During the whole time, neither of them said a word. After the bath, Annabeth put a cloak over his head, and snuck him into her room at a nearby Inn. She sat him on the bed, then kneeled down in front of him to meet his eyes.

"Sorry..." he spoke softly.

"For what?" Annabeth asked.

"...for killing those men like that," he said.

Annabeth scoffed, then grabbed hold of each of his hands, "Don't be dumb," she said. "They had it coming, attacking you while you were bathing. And it's not like I didn't know already that you were a fierce warrior."

Percy met her gaze, it was warm and joyful. He had never felt that before. "I love you too," he said.

Annabeth blushed, "...t-thank you... you didn't have to say it—"

"I wanted to," he interrupted. He pulled her onto the bed with him, "I mean it."

Their lips met once again, and their night continued. Some angry yells from neighbors, shouted about the loud sounds they were making, and shaking the walls. But they didn't listen, they just keep going, again and again.

Percy had already won 12 golden wreaths in the first week. He waited to see if more mercenaries would come attack him again, but none came. So he decide to just win the last few events and spend as much time with Annabeth as possible.

Then the day came, the Olympics had ended, and the truce from Sparta and Athens was expiring. Annabeth laid in bed, watching a word out Percy sleep. She held his hand, watching him sleep soundly. Sometimes he would make a noise, like he was having a nightmare. Then she would kiss his cheek, and he would stop. She didn't want to leave him today, she wanted to leave with him now.

A banging at the door woke Percy up, Annabeth quickly got on top of him, holding her hand over his mouth. "General, the ship is ready to return to Athens. Are you up?"

"Yeah," Annabeth said. "I'll meet you at the ship." She said, looking at Percy's eyes. A smile grew on his cheeks, she moved her hand from his mouth.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she said, leaning down to kiss him.

"Wanna go again before you have to leave," he asked. "Just once."

She chuckled and kissed him, "We both know that once will turn into twice, then three times, and four—"

"I get it," he sighed, and grabbed her hips. "Lets run away," he said again.

"Percy..." she said against his lips. "One of your kings tried to kill you, and when they find out they didn't. They'll never stop hunting you. You have to go to Sparta to see why."

He sighed, knowing she was right, "But I don't wanna. I like staying here in bed, with you, naked."

She laughed, kissed him again and got off him. She could feel his eyes on her rear as she walked across the room for her clothes. She heard him stand up, and then he wrapped his arms around her. They stayed in an embrace for a bit, before Annabeth remembered she was late. Percy then dressed her, and put her armor on around her. Making sure she looked perfect like usual.

"You look beautiful," he said.

"I know," she smirked, and did a twirl in her armor.

They shared one last long kiss, before Annabeth tore herself away from him. Everything in their bodies and minds screaming at each other, not wanting to go. He watched her ship leave the docks, then sail out to the ocean. Then he sailed for Sparta.

When Percy got there, he wasn't greeted with cheers or celebrations. He was greeted with people crying. and people looking at him, weirdly. A look he hasn't seen since he was a child. Once he reached the throne rooms, he was surprised to see King Paul not there. But instead, Luke was in his chair.

"Brother," Percy said. "What are you doing in our father's throne?"

"Guards!" Luke said. A circle of spears ringed around Percy's neck. "You have a lot of nerve showing your face here, you traitor!"

"What are you talking about? Where is King Paul?" Percy asked.

A dark smirk grew on Luke's face. Then it disappeared again. "Don't you know? Brother," he said like it was a curse. "You killed our father."

"What?! What are you talking about? King Paul?! Father!" Percy called out. "Luke what is happening?"

Luke hit Percy in the gut, Percy went down to his knees. "Since you coldly killed King Paul, our father. And since you were away. I took the throne myself. Now you may call me King Luke of Sparta."

"How did he die?" Percy asked.

"Don't play dumb Perseus! You hired mercenaries to kill him while he bathed! He was naked and unarmed, and they slaughtered him!" Luke yelled. "We captured one, and told us that you were responsible for hiring them."

"Lier," Percy said, standing up now. Guards tried to push him back down, but Percy was to strong, and he stood up anyway. He glared at Luke. "To much of a coward to kill him yourself. Typical. I guess you were the one who sent the mercenaries after me?" Percy pulled out a bag he had strapped to his back. Then tossed a severed head of one of the mercenaries onto the floor. "I was bathing too, same situation as the father you killed. And I killed them all," Percy glared at Luke, Luke was now shrinking in his shiny armor. "I will kill you, and I will take revenge for our father."

"T-take him away!" Luke yelled in a shaky voice. "Send him to Pephka, so he can die! Perseus is now a traitor and an enemy of Sparta!"