✔ | [1] 𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ

𝓁𝒾𝒾𝒾. The anger of the god who lost his lover

pt1 of a double update!

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Pull the plug, but be careful.

I don't wanna die too soon.

I think there's good in you somewhere

I'll hand on 'til the chaos in through

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⚔ Helena getting hurt had seemed almost impossible to Percy.

She was Ares's favourite daughter; she had his blessing and trained, maybe more than anyone else. How could she have gotten hurt? How could he let her get hurt?

Ethan was gone the moment he saw the look in Percy's eyes. 

Percy grabbed Will Solace from the Apollo cabin and left Annabeth and the rest of the cabin to regroup. He borrowed a Yamaha FZI from a sleeping biker and drove to the Plaza Hotel at speeds that would've given his mum a heart attack but would have had Ethan grinning.

Along the way, he noticed a lot of empty pedestals that usually held statues. Plan twenty-three seemed to be working. Percy didn't know if that was good or bad. 

It only took them five minutes to reach the Plaza—an old-fashioned white stone hotel with a gabled blue roof, sitting at the southeast corner of Central Park.

Tactically speaking, the Plaza wasn't the best place for a headquarters. It wasn't the tallest building in town or the most centrally located. But it had an old-school style and had attracted a lot of famous demigods over the years, like the Beatles and Alfred Hitchcock, so Percy figured they were in good company.

Percy gunned the Yamaha over the curb and swerved to a stop at the fountain outside the hotel.

The statue at the top of the fountain called down, "Oh, fine. I suppose you want me to watch your bike, too!"

She was a life-size bronze standing in the middle of a granite bowl. She wore only a bronze sheet around her legs, and she was holding a basket of metal fruit. He'd never paid her too much attention before. Then again, she'd never talked to him before.

"Are you supposed to be Demeter?" Percy asked.

He ducked out of the way just in time; a bronze apple sailed over his head.

"Everyone thinks I'm Demeter!" she complained. "I'm Pompona, the Roman goddess of plenty, but why should you care? Nobody cares about the minor gods. If you cared about the minor gods, you wouldn't be losing this war! Three cheers for Morpheus and Hecate, I say!"

"Watch the bike," Percy told her.

Pompona cursed in Latin and threw more fruit as Will and Percy ran towards the hotel.

The lobby was impressive with crystal chandeliers and the passed-out rich people. A couple of Hunters gave them directions to the elevators, and they rode up to the penthouse suites.

Demigods had completely taken over the top floors. Campers and Hunters were crashed out on sofas, washing up in the bathrooms, ripping silk draperies to bandage their wounds, and helping themselves to snacks and sodas from the mini-bars. A couple of timber wolves were drinking out of the toilets. Percy was relieved to see that so many of his friends had made it through the night alive, but everybody looked beat up.

"Percy!" Jake Mason clapped him on the shoulder. "We're getting reports of- "

"Later," Percy cut him off. He had something more important to do right now. "Where's Helena?"