"Send me! Send an army! Send a thousand ships! I don't care, just bring her home. I hate being without her."
[ PERCY JACKSON x FEMALE OC ]
[ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ]
cover by @humaneity !
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0009. | EVERYTHING SAID AND UNSAID LAID TO REST
Octavia had never been so pleased to see a Hydra in her life!
Maybe not the Hydra itself, but what it was hunting was veryexciting to her. It was Annabeth!
She had no idea why the hell Annabeth was in Virginian foliage, but she wasn't going to complain. She was too ecstatic to see her.
It might have been only two days apart, but after being robbed and putting up with Clarisse's squabbling and the creepy Confederate soldiers, Octavia had never been more happy to see Annabeth. She might have been on a quest, but Annabeth's presence provided a sense of normality that she had been missing, especially after a year apart because of her attempt to live with her dad and step-mom.
It had been Octavia's order to lower the gangplank, but it had been Clarisse's order which had been listened to.
The Confederate ghosts did not take orders from Octavia, they had made that abundantly clear by their blank stares and gormless murmurings. They seemed to like her well enough, according to the ghosts, she was a "dashing young dame" which sounded a bit weird, but they weren't obligated by divine control to listen to her like they were Clarisse. As the daughter of the War God and as fallen soldiers of the losing side of war, they were bound by divine intervention to obey Clarisse's every command. Octavia had secretly wished that her own father had sent her a few dead Trojans.
After a lot of argument from Octavia, Captain Clarisse finally gave in and gave her a promotion on the ship as First Mate so she at least wasn't at the same level of command as the Confederates. That didn't feel like too much of a win though. Since they had boarded the boat in Montauk and sailed for a day down to Virginia, Clarisse had taken her role as ship captain very seriously. At least now with Annabeth, Jackson, and Jackson's monster-brother on board, she could feel a little more superior.
Annabeth was the first onboard from the gangplank and Octavia was there waiting and ready.
"What the hell are you doing here!" Annabeth shrieked and leapt at her.
"Me?" She scoffed. "You're the one who's supposed to be at Camp, how did you get here? Did you sneak out?" She harangued her.
Jackson and the monster came onto the deck with heavier footsteps than Annabeth.
"We got a little head start from a god." She told her mindfully. She sent her a serious glance. "Hermessent us."
The mention of Luke's father sent a shiver up Octavia's spine. He had been there at the Winter Solstice two years ago when Luke stole the Master Bolt, and also the summer before when Lord Apollo had returned with her to Olympus after his imprisonment. Hermes had always been kind, wearing that sly smile that the children of Hermes all possessed, but there had been something about him. The energy of his godhood had been troubling, like the presence of all the Olympians was. Hermes, however, had kept a closer step than the others, almost like a shadow to Lord Apollo when she had been there. He and her father had quiet and quick conversations often.
