✔ | [1] 𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ

𝓁𝓋. Two siblings suddenly start craving doritos

Pt 1 of an update!

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In the eye of a hurricane

There is quiet

For just a moment

A yellow sky

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⚔ Percy watched as Ethan pulled Helena to the side once they returned to the plaza and began scolding her.

He looked on, half-amused and half-concerned. Helena just stood there pouting and nodding as Ethan kept berating her for even getting up when she was on death's doorstep yesterday.

"Percy," Thalia called. Percy blinks and looks over at her. 

"What did Prometheus show you?" Annabeth questions.

Reluctantly, he told them about the vision of May Castellan's house. Thalia rubbed her thigh like she remembered the old wound, and Annabeth frowned.

"That was a bad night," Thalia admitted. "Annabeth was so little, I don't think she understood what she saw. She just knew Luke was upset."

Annabeth nods. Percy looked out of the hotel windows at Central Park. Small fires were still burning in the north, but otherwise, the city seemed unnaturally peaceful.

"Do you know what happened to May Castellan? I mean –"

"I know what you mean," Thalia said. "I never saw her have an, um, episode, but Luke told me about the glowing eyes and the strange things she would say. He made me promise never to tell. What caused it, I have no idea. If Luke knew, he never told me."

"He never told me anything either," Annabeth adds.

"Hermes knew," Percy said. "Something caused May to see parts of Luke's future, and Hermes understood what would happen—how Luke would turn into Kronos."

Thalia and Annabeth both frowned.

"You can't be sure of that. Remember, Prometheus was manipulating what you saw, Percy, showing you what happened in the worst possible light? Hermes did love Luke. I could tell just by looking at his face. And Hermes was there that night because he was checking up on May, taking care of her. He wasn't all bad."

Someone calls Annabeth from down the hall. She gives them a look and leaves.

"It's still not right," Percy insisted. "Luke was just a little kid. Hermes never helped him, never stopped him from running away."

"The gods," Helena said as she walked over to them. "Aren't allowed to interfere in their child's fate. If Hermes knew something, he couldn't have told Luke even if he wanted to."

Ethan pulled her away the next second. Thalia and Percy watched, amused as she argued with the boy. Ethan pursed his lips and just threw her over his shoulder. Helena threw Percy a help me look, but he just turned away and pretended he didn't see it. He had been making progress and didn't want to get on Ethan's bad side again.

Thalia shouldered her bow. Again, it struck him how much stronger she looked now that she'd stopped aging. You could almost see a silvery glow around her—the blessing of Artemis.

"Percy," she said, "you can't start feeling sorry for Luke. We all have tough things to deal with. All demigods do. Our parents are hardly ever around. But Luke made bad choices. Nobody forced him to do that. In fact –"