The Sun and The Sea. ✖️❣️💫

3rd Person POV

Percy was stressed.

He'd spent the entire day rushing around camp, preparing everyone for the upcoming battle.

He didn't spare much time to consider himself.

He never did.

Others came first.

That's how it works.

He handed a balanced sword to a camper before jogging to the infirmary, checking that the ambrosia, nectar and mortal first aid supplies were fully stocked.

They hadn't changed since the previous time he checked - 5 minutes ago.

The son of Poseidon had a slight anxiety disorder when it came to stuff like this.

Leaving the infirmary once more, he arranged the different campers at the border in their respective groups.

"Archers, come here. You need to be in Thalia's pine tree or around it for the best shots.."

"..Sword fighters, this way. You need to be midway down the hill, because then you'll have the advantage.."

"..Spears, tridents, or any other long distance weapons, over here.."

"..Daggers and knives, go with swords.."

"..Anything else, at the top of the hill.."

The healers were waiting anxiously at their assigned stations, faces pale and jaws set.

The 7 (and Nico, obviously) were stood at the base of the hill.

Their current plan was:

Nico and Percy would take on and defeat Kronos.

Jason and Leo would dispatch the more resilient monsters, and then a second titan if there was one.

Annabeth and Piper would attack the weaker monsters, though there would be more of them.

They'd be easier to kill, though.

And once this small army was down?

That sounds absolutely wild out of context.

Anyway.

Then it would be the children of the big 3.

Some of them.

Nico, Jason and Percy.

Nico and Jason were to be on Nyx.

Percy against Tartarus.

Although he deemed this rather unfair, no one else had a better idea, as all the other demigods would be needed against the monsters, Hunters of Artemis included.

"Seashell!"

The son of Poseidon turned to face Apollo, the first real smile he'd had all day appearing on his face.

"Hey, 'pollo."

"Sooo, just in case something goes horribly wrong - which, knowing you, it will.. no offense - here's your kiss, because I might not get to do it later!"

Then the sun God cut off Percy's muffled question with a soft kiss, pressing their lips together for a good 5 seconds before pulling away.

"Good luck, Seashell."

"Y-yeah.. for you too, Sunny..."

In the distance, a conch horn sounded, and the rhythmic sound of marching started up.

The first army was here.

The battle had begun.

A/N: short chapter, but our first perpollo moment! Proper one, anyway. I have edited now!
What are your guys' favourite songs and the artists of them?

My favourite is "I don't get sleep" by Naethan Apollo.

It seems quite appropriate, as I'm typing this chapter at 10 to 11pm.

Lmao.