The Return of Evil | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

=15= THE EXPLANATION

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=PERCY'S POV=

'Perce... Perce!'

"Huh?" I sat up groggily as Beckendorf's voice kept on screaming in my head.

'Perce, we need to leave NOW!' Beckendorf shouted urgently. 'Like, RIGHT NOW!'

I groaned and clutched the sides of my head. All this yelling was giving me a migraine. "Dude, stop! What's so important that you had to interrupt my first peaceful night of sleep in like, forever?" I paused. "Actually, that's kind of ironic, since I'm in hell right now, so I'm not exactly peaceful-"

'Percy, we can't tell you right now, but basically, your life is at stake and you need to leave, VERY soon.' Silena's voice joined in on our conversation.

"When is it not," I muttered grimly, as I stood up and brushed myself off. I looked around as I tried to decide which direction I should start heading in.

'Percy, just go straight.' Silena said, as if she was reading my thoughts, which she could, of course. Because when is anything in my life not weird?

I sighed as I started trudging towards the ominous blackness that lay ahead. I just couldn't believe it. I was back in Tartarus. I should be freaking out by now, or hyperventilating, or something. But strangely, I felt calm, like I wasn't just walking in the hell hole that had caused me six months worth of pain and suffering. Nightmares of this wretched place had haunted me every single night since Annabeth and I had arrived back at Camp Half Blood. Annabeth had the same problem, but at least she didn't have the flashbacks. I remembered the days when I would just be singing along with everyone else at the campfire and then something would set me off. It wouldn't matter if it was a phrase or an object, just as long as it reminded me of this nightmare.Then everything would turn black and I would wake up in the infirmary with Annabeth hovering over me like some sort of holy angel, ranting about how much I scared her and how she loved me no matter what.

Annabeth. Guilt washed over me and made everything bleak, well, bleaker than it already was. I hadn't even thought of her since that incident at Rachel's cave. She didn't deserve me. I wouldn't be surprised if she had started dating some other guy while I was gone.

'Don't think like that Perce.' I jumped at the sound of Beckendorf's voice. I had forgotten that him and all the other spirits could read my thoughts. They'd probably been listening the whole time.

"I-I know," I said, trying to hide the fact that I was broken beyond repair. "It's just..."

'She loves you, man.' Beckendorf cut me off. 'She might not show it sometimes, but she loves you.'

I nodded, trying to believe what he had just said. Annabeth was my wise girl, and nothing was going to change that. We'd been through everything together, all the way back since we were twelve. And I wasn't going to let Tartarus change that, because love is stronger than the darkest of magic, and nothing is stronger than our love.

"So, what's this all about?" I asked, anxious to talk about a different topic.

'What do you mean?' Beckendorf asked innocently.

"You said that you would explain everything to me in the morning," I pointed out what he'd told me last night. "It's the morning."

Beckendorf sighed in defeat. 'There really is no hiding anything from you, is there?'