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...
"I felt a powerful compulsion to reach out and touch her, as though her body was a familiar place—as though she's someone I'd known all my life, someone I was relieved to see again."
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19.
Sea Scoundrels
JASON AND PIPER didn't get back until the sun was setting. They had a quick dinner debrief on deck, with sandwiches brought by Ace and Hazel. Where the two lovebirds explained the quest they had been sent on by Hercules.
In order to make the deadlines set by the quest, the ship would be constantly moving through the night. Percy and Jason actually were able to come together and agree that they should be taking watches in order to deal with all the threats that could be coming their way.
Arya offered to take the last shift due to her lack of consistent sleep. Percy offered to take it with her.
Ace and Arya then decided to get some training early so that she could turn in early.
Sleep came swiftly and she was so knocked out that she worried not even Percy would be able to wake her up for their shift. That is until the nightmares came. Nasty things that she would have given nearly anything to stop.
Luke.
She didn't dream about him much, even her subconscious had blocked him out until Aprhrodite decided to bring it all back up again.
It started off a dream. They were both older, in Sally Jackson's New York Apartment but they had made it their own. Both of them were dancing to Chiron's old records in the middle of a living room, smiling, laughing.
The whole thing was a version of herself that she didn't recognize.
Then a bomb exploded. They were seperated. Arya dug through the rubble, finding torn and charred bodies of her friends, and dream Arya didn't seem to care about them she kept digging, burying them in order to find him . When she did it looked like a sword had split him open from neck to hip, his entrails spilling all over the rubble, his dead eyes looking directly at her.
Her eyes snapped open as she was already falling out of her bed. Her feet hit the cold floor sending a shiver up her body, the contrast made her heave. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed her door swing open and if she was in the right state of mind she would have been more aware but right in this moment all she could get herself to do is run to the toilet connected to her room.
The vomit was leaving her mouth before she even had a chance to hit her knees to the floor. With shaky hands she tried to pull back her hair with great difficulty.
