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...
"Sometimes you can't explain what you see in a person. It's just the way they take you to a place where no one else can."
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18.
Warning, Hercules Approaching
SLEEP ELUDED ARYA. she's had worse days for sure, but yesterday might have made her top ten. Having to fight the Romans was unpleasant in its strongest form. She could feel memories trying to claw their way to the forefront of her brain and she was barely able to hold them off, likely only because she wasn't in the thick of it. When things settled down though, her control was lost. She felt like she had just finished fighting The Battle of Camp Half-Blood or her battle with the Titan.
Then at dinner, Aphrodite.
To call herself livid was an understatement. All she saw was black as she stormed out of the room and punched her desk so many times that her knuckles were raw and nearly bloodied.
Ask Arya, she would know about that.
It made her sick.
She didn't want to face anyone, she had the energy to do so little. She wasn't going to meet Ace, couldn't.
Then something reminded her that even at her lowest, she didn't pass on the things that other people depended on her for, training above all.
They only had a limited number of days on this ship and if the prophecy was heading where she thought it was, Ace was gonna have to learn how to use his weapons fast or else he'd be slaughtered. He wouldn't be able to learn without her.
So despite her own protests she went to the deck and waited out for Ace, knowing that she owed this to him
Arya had hoped it worked as a distraction. As it turned out, Ace was a damned good one. He didn't bring up the day, in fact they didn't really talk at all outside of questions and critiques. It was enough though, for the couple hours they spent alone in the dark, Arya's mind was quiet, focused.
She thought it might help her sleep, but the night passed in small increments as her thoughts spiraled and her eyes stayed staring at the blank ceiling.
The lack of sleep was the exact reason that she was the last one to get to deck when the ship horn sounded. She had clearly been the only one awake, but still her lack of bearings caused her to move unacceptably slower than normal. By the time she got to deck the cruise ship had nearly sailed past them and most of the waving passengers had moved on.
"Is it haunted?" Arya asked, trying to play catch up.
