Wrath of a Halfblood (A Percy Jackson Fanfic)

1.10

"You should eat something before you begin your journey." Achilles insisted, following swiftly behind Percy as she swung her bag over her shoulder and started strutting towards the edge of camp. 

"I'll be fine, I'm not hungry," Percy assured, suppressing every urge to bite back something sarcastic that would most likely hurt sweet Achilles for the crime of genuinely trying to be helpful. 

"You haven't partaken in a meal in the two days since we've landed on the shores of Troy! Neither have you slept since we first set sail. Though thou doest battle with gods you remain a mortal and require sustenance!" Achilles fussed as he kept pace with her. 

"Listen, really, I am fine! I just need to get as far away from here as possible." Percy frantically continued packing her limited supplies. 

"I do not understand your hurry!" Achilles whined trying to gain her attention once more. 

"Just being here tempts the fates. Already I have drawn too much attention to myself. Saving the princess, guiding the ships, and fighting Ares is exactly what they want! They want me to act godly! Well, I'm not doing it! I won't fall for their trap!" Percy hissed the words, just as Achilles reached for her hand. 

His eyes were soft with confusion as he held her trembling hands, "I don't understand why you run from immortality. If the fates had deemed it your destiny would it not be wiser to embrace greatness? There are many who would die for the chance to earn such valor." 

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She knew that her words had cut a little to close to home for shining Achilles who joined the war prepared to die young to live forever in legend. She knew his fate and yet she had already grown too involved. 

Percy Jackson wanted to be a human rather than a hero, just this once. 

Her shoulders sagged, "If I become immortal, I'll never join my family and friends again in the underworld. I'll never see my fallen comrades in Elysium. I'll never see my mom, my sister, my brother, my cousins... I'll never see any of them again... I can't accept that." 

Understanding finally crossed Achilles shining eyes. 

"Percy... The fates have already woven your story." He cringed as he spoke the soft truth that she had been avoiding. 

The fates would not let her die a hero's death. They would take no outcome but her divine ascension. 

"I have to try... farewell Achilles, may you get everything you hope for," Percy whispered, the words feeling more like a foreboding curse than a blessing. 

"Farewell, Princess of the Sea. May you regain everything you long for." Achilles smiled, a sad mournful smile as he watched Percy walk away. 

She ignored the eyes of the soldiers that followed her every movement. She ignored how some of them whispered prayers for protection to her as if she was already a goddess that could grant them sanctuary. She continued down the path towards the woods at the far end of camp, refusing to glance back. 

Just as she disappeared into the shadows and out of sight from camp she felt another presence join her. "So? A daring fight against fate? Always ends well." A sarcastic voice sounded from her side. In a moment riptide's blade was at the man's jugular, though he didn't flinch so much as look amused. 

The moment her eyes met with glistening blue, her shoulders involuntarily relaxed. The blade returned to her pocket as she sighed in relief, "Apollo." 

His smile could outshine the sun as he beamed at her. They continued down the path as the light of day danced through the leaves. His golden curls glistened against his tan face. He looked like he was carved from sunlight as he matched her stride.