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Past life

A/N : Im bacccccckk!

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I always feel like I take myself a little too seriously in all seriousness. Or maybe not , because all I could think about was the sound of my Ares laughing at me.

I'd love to tell you that I had the greatest comeback known to the world of gods on my way down , that I charged up like Toothless and stood on business, revitalized my wounds and managed to slow our fall, but your girl was not that goated.

I'm twelve.

I clung to Percy without a single thought other than hopefully taking the brunt of the inevitable collision. But , the fates weren't ready for my recklessness in the after life just yet.

I couldn't see a single thing. Not even a sliver a light, but I could feel a big body of something very cold very close to us and knew that it was river. The winds rustle  ripped the breath from my lungs. White clouds and skyscrapers and bridges I could just imagine them disappearing from my vision. Or should I say like my vision!

Fear gripped my heart when my weakened arms stung from the impact, my body taking in the sting of a thousand angry needles at once. We sank through the murk, sure that we were about to end up embedded in a hundred feet of mud and float forever.

Bet Zues would love that.

But I wasn't stupid, Percy's impact with the water was probably like falling into Sally's warm hugs after the worst day of battling Smelly Gabe's horrendous atomic breathe. But mine was just as unlucky as my sight and at the moment I had to admit that I was glad that at least one of us could find some kind of release.

Despite my plight my grip on him tightened. We'd separated only a bit, our hands still connected , I could feel nothing but cold current ready to wash me away, but Percy's hand kept me anchored and alert.

All I had to do was wait and see if I had played my cards out right.

This would be a strategy worthy of Athena's praise.

My body convulsed as I fought for air, my grip on Percy's hand a deadly vice , my free hand breaking through the water towards my neck as if to grasp at the air left it my lungs. I gasped, inhaling a mouth full of water, my brain short circuiting as the water slowly cut off my circulation , filling my lungs with river water.

My grip on Percy's hand weakend until it was none existent , my body slowly drifting away from his. Our hands no longer reaching for each other's.

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My impact with that water hadn't hurt. I was falling slowly now, bubbles trickling up through my fingers. Y/n's fingers drifting from my grasp as the water swept her unconscious body away. Her hair floating like a curtain of black and white around her head, her lips slightly parted, eyes shut lightly. She looked so peaceful, as if she'd just closed her eyes to relax in the current.
I couldn't help but stare , this was the kind of beauty that men fought for. She could have been a siren or even a mermaid. But instead fate was cruel.

And she was just a drowning blind girl.

At that point I realized a few things: first , I had not been flattened into a pancake. I had not benne barbecued. I couldn't even feel the Chimera poison boiling ij my veins anymore. I was alive, which was good.