Percy POV
About two weeks after we decided to get help, Annabeth and I moved out of camp and out into the real world: New York. I don't know what compelled us to move out, but we talked to Chiron about it and even he felt as if it would be best. We have some of our best and worst memories attached to this place. At camp, we'd never be given a chance to heal from our trauma. At camp, we're expected to be strong and unbreakable leaders.
Annabeth was the one that decided to stay in New York. We'd be close enough to camp, to the gods, and to my family. Annabeth was slowly trying to repair her relationship with her father, but it still wasn't as easy as we hoped it would have been. Helen, her step mother, still hated her and refused to acknowledge her presence, only doing so to yell at her.
I grabbed Annabeth's hand and pulled her right out of there in a day.
"Home sweet home," I murmured, taking off the backpack slung over my shoulders as the two of us opened the door to our new apartment. The gods actually did end up helping us pay for things. Fighting wars without pension left us broke and without time to get a normal job, and my dad didn't think it would be appropriate that the "heroes of Olympus be homeless".
"It's not bad?" Annabeth said, looking around a little awkwardly. Again, with the gods paying for things, we didn't really get to choose our living space. It was rather small, but homey enough for just two people living. It really needed a makeover and a clean up.
Me and Wise Girl ended up dumbing our bags in the master bedroom and just went head on with the cleaning. We dusted, swept, and vacuumed for a solid two and a half hours before the area was finally hospitable.
"Now this looks better," I said, reaching out to give Annabeth a hug from behind. She leaned into the hug and just let me embrace her. I thought back to my plans for my future, the plans with Annabeth. I wanted to live with her for the rest of my life, however long that may be. We're already one step closer to that.
"We better start looking for therapists. That's what we came here for, right?" Annabeth asked.
"Yeah, of course, but we've got time. We can start that tomorrow. Collect some newspapers and look around since we can't search stuff up like normal teenagers."
"Yeah," she snorted. "Gods forbid we were able to use Google or, like, have a phone."
"We can find happiness eventually, we will." I said, insistently. "Until then, we'll hang out here together and go to my mom's apartment every now and then and get some blue cookies."
"Don't forget the fact that she's, you know, pregnant!"
"I know!" I exclaimed, suddenly excited with the reminder of the happy news. "I'm going to get a baby sister!"
Annabeth just laughed at my silly expression, but I was actually so excited. I finally have a sibling! One that isn't a part of all of these godly problems I have to deal with.
I'm going to protect my little sister, forever and always.
I want her to remember her brother as someone that was brave and kind and looked out for his friends. I know I won't live that long, my life as a demigod basically puts my life to a wrap at like 20, but I want to be with Estelle long enough that she has some memory of me.
I'm also so glad that Estelle has Paul. She deserves to have a father that is there for her and actually loves her. I never got that as a kid. At first, I shamefully admitted that I was a little jealous of her. That she didn't have to get stuck with a biological godly father and a step father like Gabe. But then I realized I should be happy for her. I shouldn't want her to suffer through the same pain I did. I should be happy that she gets to have a good life!
"You're doing it again," Annabeth murmured, dragging me by the hand and pulling me over to the couch. We both took a seat and I let her curl up next to me. "Thinking about your sister?"
"Yeah. I'm glad she doesn't have to face the things we did."
"We'll protect her, Percy. Don't worry. We won't let anything bad happen to her."
I just nodded and let myself enjoy the warmth of the embrace. The gods are horrible at planning things and just create horrible lives for their children. A small part of me realizes and actually understands why Luke did what he had done. Sure, he took it too far, but he originates at the same thought process as the rest of us.
It's time I take some control over my life.
It's my future after all.
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More Than Just Little Soldiers (PART 2)
FanfictionThe war had ended and all of the demigods had been left to pick up the pieces. For Percy and Annabeth, it was harder than most. The curse had worn off and their bodies had started to heal, but it seemed as if nothing could be done about their mental...
