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percy knows the ocean.
he is familiar with the way it comes in and out on the shore in an endless cycle; how it is a wide spectra of shimmering beauty and roaring violence. he knows it does not like to be restrained.
percy is sixteen years old. he does not know a lot, even less than the average boy his age. but he has always known when the ocean is near. he can feel it pull him in, hear the tide whisper his name, calling him to the water. he can smell the salt before anyone else can, hear the tide before it is even in earshot.
wherever he is, percy knows that if the ocean is near, he will never succumb to defeat. even if he is severely injured, body broken and bruised, his life hanging on by a mere thread, if the sea is near, it will give him the strength to go on. it sings calming melodies, soaks his body until every scar has diminished into nothing, and seeps strength into his veins until he can stand again.
maddie was his ocean.
wherever he was; she was there. through every trial the merciless gods put them through, with every new monster that comes in pursuit of their blood, his sister is there, fighting by his side and after, she is ready to be there if his walls crack and come loose, or if he wants someone to laugh over their troubles with.
percy is sixteen years old, and finds himself lost in a way that he had never been before.
percy is sixteen years old, and his sister is one with the roots of olympus, never to breath air or smile ever again.
percy is sixteen years old, and is told he will never see his sister again.
percy is sixteen years old, and is looking into the eyes of his sister, alive and breathing.
and she does not recognize him.
he does not recognize her either. at least, not this version of her. this is not maddie. this is an echo of the girl, a being that has taken her dying body and has crafted it into something new. a weapon, one to do more harm physiologically rather than physically.
that fact occurs to him about ten seconds after he has looked into the eyes of his twin; the girl who was seconds away from killing him.
there is silence after the words echo from her lips. how do you know my name?
her name; his first word. her name; the one he said about a thousand times a day. her name; the one that he had to hear his mother sob a hundred times.
her name; one in which he thought he would only ever use when referring to a memory.
for one fleeting moment, percy hopes this is a trick. the gods have pulled stunts before, why should now be any different? this person is not maddie, it can't be, maddie is dead, dead and gone. her body—
