Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"You are art he said/ Am I not chaos I asked/ That's what makes you a masterpiece he replied"
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18.
Deeper Understanding
WHEN IT OCCURRED to the one's below deck that they weren't going to be able to come out anytime soon, Frank suggested that they reorganize all the shit that had fallen when the bomb exploded.
For the last five days they had been making it work. Spending time to put everything back and start it down again didn't seem like the most effective use of their time, nor did anyone actually want to do the tedious task.
Now that they needed a way to kill time, it seemed like the least offensive idea.
They split up into pairs and each took a deck. Frank and Hazel were the first to pair up, Piper then asked Nico if they should go together, it had to be because she wasn't really in the mood to talk. That left Arya and Ace to grab the bottom deck.
Not that either of them would complain.
They started with the armory, which had been a hot mess ever since Leo got the archimedes spear. It seemed like with every minute of downtime Leo had, he was working on a new weapon that none of them would use. There was enough in the room to outfit an army.
Arya and Ace passed the time talking about Camp Half-Blood. Arya seemed a little excited at the idea that all these weapons would be up to grab. Apparently with all the new kids they were running out of good weapons for them to pick from.
From then they moved on to just the crates of extra supplies. The boxes and barrels were all in good shape, just flipped onto the side and fallen off the shelves. It didn't take the two of them long to get everything back to its place.
It wasn't until they were supposed to go back upstairs that Arya came to a stop. The Athena Parthenos sat in the very bottom of the ship, giving very little room for anyone to move. They had been walking around it for hours, not really paying it anything more than a single glance.
As if just realizing it was there for the first time, Arya took the whole thing in. He watched her circle it, duck under her neck to see the back side of it, run her fingers across it with delicacy.
For a minute he didn't understand. Then it hit him, neither of them had actually seen this great and mighty peace-keeper. The statue that had been missing for thousands of years, the thing Annabeth and Percy had fallen into Tartarus for, that Ace and Arya had nearly died for.
He should have been captivated by it. He should have wanted to take in every detail so that he could write about it later. It was a piece of history that caused a blood-feud that changed the course of history more than once. The Athena Parthenos should have consumed his thoughts the minute he saw it.
