✔ | [1] 𝒞𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸 | ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ

𝓁𝓋𝒾. Damn, that's crazy

Pt2 of an update!

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You can turn off your thoughts for a while

Lean on my drowsy body

Even the smallest breath

Sounds like a whisper tonight

You and I

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⚔ Ethan was going to scream at Helena once this was all over.

She was hopping back and forth between battles like it was nothing. Now, Ethan knew she could handle it, but something felt off ever since she had gotten stabbed by Levi. The fiery red light around her seemed to be dimming as time went on.

Ethan didn't know if that was him just worrying for her or if it was actually happening; either way, he was going insane because she was paying no mind to her physical health. There was no way all the blood staining her clothes belonged to others; most of it probably did, but all of it? Unlikely.

Especially the circle of blood staining her torso. It was much too vibrant and large of a spot for it not to be hers. Helena hadn't shown any difference since she appeared with the stain, so he decided to bury the worries in his mind and focus on the task at hand.

Midtown was a warzone.

Percy and Blackjack flew over little skirmishes everywhere. A giant was ripping up trees in Bryant Park while dryads pelted him with nuts. Outside the Waldorf Astoria, a bronze statue of Benjamin Franklin was whacking a hellhound with a rolled-up newspaper. A trio of Hephaestus campers fought a squad of dracaenae in the middle of Rockefeller Centre.

Percy was tempted to stop and help, but he could tell from the smoke and noise that the real action had moved further south. Their defences were collapsing. The enemy was closing on the Empire State Building.

They did a quick sweep of the surrounding area. The Hunters had set up a defensive line on Thirty-seventh, just three blocks north of Olympus. To the east, on Park Avenue, Jake and some other Hephaestus campers were leading an army of statues against the enemy.

To the west, the Demeter cabin and Grover's nature spirits had turned Sixth Avenue into a jungle that was hampering a squadron of Kronos's demigods. The south was clear for now; Helena hadn't just held the lines, she had taken out the whole army, but the flanks of the enemy army were swinging around. A few more minutes, and they would be totally surrounded.

"We have to land where they need us most," Percy muttered.

That's everywhere, boss.

Percy squints and sees the familiar chaos of fire and shadow. Helena and Ethan.

The two siblings were alone, surrounded by enemies, but that didn't seem to deter them at all. Where they looked, dozens fell. Spears and arrows stopped mid-air before catching fire. Percy watched as Helena held out her hand and flicked it downward; every monster wielding a weapon in front of her grunted as gravity pulled their weapons downward, making them ten times heavier. Percy winced; he knew from experience how that felt.

They were fighting in perfect synchrony, both covered in golden dust, but Helena was encased in a red glow.

"Not everywhere," Percy said. "It's wherever Helena and Ethan aren't."