Titans Wrath

Percy: Chapter 18

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Percy

The next few days, we're a blur of rigorous training and preparations. Artemis had not beat me in our bouts all week. I had fully mastered my new speed and strength and was getting a better grip on my powers now that I had the strength of an immortal.

While my strength grew, my relationship with Annabeth dwindled. She hardly spoke to me, and we barely saw each other in the following days since her breakdown. I knew why. She was upset with me still, and I did not blame her. Still, here I sat at the front of the Athena cabin at Camp Half-Blood, hand raised to knock. Today was my final day before I departed for Hell. I gathered my curouge and knocked.

There was silence before a haggard looking Annabeth opened the door. It was dark inside the cabin. Even though her hair was in a mess, and she had bags under her eyes, she was still gorgeous.

"Hey Wisegirl." I murmured gently. She smiled at me, a soft smile that barely reached her eyes, but a smile none the less. She moved forward and wrapped me in a hug. That's when I smelled the alcohol on her.

I frowned but hugged her back.

"Hey Seaweed Brain. How are your abandonment preparations?" She pulled away with a slight slur.

I frowned even harder and gently pushed my way into the cabin, closing the door behind us. I flicked the light on and saw her bunk against the far wall, her sheets messy and a half empty bottle of wine on the ground by the bed.

"Annabeth, you don't drink. What's going on?" My voice was full of concern, and she snorted a laugh.

"What's going on?" She started harshly. "My husband is going to Hell and refuses to listen to reason. That's what's going on." I took a step forward to hug her, but her knife appeared at my chest before I could finish my step.

"Don't!" She shouted angrily, her eyes swimming with tears. I stood there, stunned, with her knife to my chest. "Don't take a single fucking step asshole." She sobbed out, glaring at me.

"Annabeth, talk to me, tell me what's wrong, please." I begged her. My heart shattered into a million pieces looking at her in such a state. Her arm holding the dagger trembled.

I saw her anger dissolve and I gently grabbed the handle of her dagger, pulling it away from her and tossing it onto the nearest bunk. I pulled her into my arms and she sobbed hysterically, beating on my chest with her fists.

She screamed at me then. Called me all sorts of names and curses. Things I never even knew could come out of her mouth.

And through all of it, I held her in my arms and rocked her back and forth, whispering gentle apologies into her blonde hair.

We stayed like this for an hour, maybe more, till she was out of tears and just leaned weakly into my arms. We stayed quiet.

Finally she looked up at me, and my green eyes met her startling gray ones. She looked helpless, and lost. Like she did in Tartarus. I cupped her cheek and did my best to let my own confidence surge into her. She closed her eyes and our lips met. The kiss was gentle, but full of promise. A promise to come back, and a promise to be here when I returned. It was slow and deliberate, our lips moving in a familiar pattern, but all the same just as mesmerizing to me as our first one.