✩₊˚.⋆𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ☾⋆⁺₊✧
The Son of Poseidon falls for the Daughter of Persephone, she has closed herself off after feeling like everyone around her dies. She feels unlovable until the Son of Poseidon shows her affection again.
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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ENDGAME} act iii. . . . . .true love, that doesn't exist
CHAPTER NINETEEN°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ — 'A new enemy'
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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Rayn°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
I waited as Percy made his calls to his family. After he called Tyson he offered me the last drachma to Iris message my mom but I refused. I don't want them caught up in the mess that is my life.
We trudged up Half-Blood Hill to the pine tree where the Golden Fleece glittered. I convinced myself Thalia and Luke would be there waiting like old times, but they weren't. Luke left us and Thalia was long gone with the Hunters.
Chiron greeted us at the Big House with hot chocolate and toasted cheese sandwiches. Grover had ran off to tell his satyr friends of our weird encounter with the magic of Pan.
Annabeth, Percy and I sat with Chiron and some of the senior campers—Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, and the Stoll brothers.
Part of me was annoyed with my mother, for trying to distance myself from Percy but the other part of me loved her for everything she has given me.
Clarisse from the Ares cabin was also there, back from her secretive scouting mission. I knew she had a difficult quest since she didn't try to insult anyone. She had gained a new scar on her chin and her hair was cut raggedly short.
"I got news," she mumbled uneasily. "Bad news."
"I'll fill you in later," Chiron said with a forced smile. "The important thing is you have prevailed. And saved Annabeth!"
Annabeth smiled at me gratefully, I turned to Percy with a grin on my face but his cheeks flushed red and he looked away.
"Luke is alive," Percy said.
"How do you know?" I sat up from my seat slightly.
"Well," Annabeth shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "If the final battle does come when Percy is sixteen, at least we have two more years to figure something out."
Chiron's expression turned gloomy. The fire crackling beside him made a creepy ambiance. "Two years may seem like a long time," he said. "But it is in the blink of an eye. I still hope you are not the child of the prophecy Percy. But if you are, war is coming, and the first strike will be here."
"How do you know?" Percy asked. "Why would he care about camp?"
"The gods use heroes as their tools," Chiron said simply. It was like a knife to the heart but he isn't wrong. "Destroy the tools and the gods will be crippled. Clarisse's news may give us a clue as to how they will attack, but—"
