Percy Jackson and The Ghost Girl

Chapter Eleven: The Sixth Night

The meeting on Olympus. Standing in front of twelve thrones, a guest chair for Hades, and Hestia sitting at the hearth.

Zeus stood up. "Perseus," he started to me, as I stood in the middle of the thrones, alone. "Where is the ghost." He spat.

I clench my fists, I feel Michaela, as she stood next to me, touching my arm.

"What are you going to do?" She asks, softly. I don't look, I won't look. That will give her away.

"Son," My father said softly, like Michaela just had. "She killed and hurt many. She needs to be stopped." His tone... He's disgusted by the thought of her. In the corner of my eye, I can see her flinch. His tone... The softness before...

"You know, she didn't tell me her name until yesterday. She said she's a demi-god, I thought she's a Daughter of Hades." I look my dad in the eye. "She's my sister, isn't she." I finished with a statement.

"And, she is INNOCENT!" Artemis roared. Okay, so Artemis is on Michaela's side.

Athena stood and shrieked, "SHE MURDERED MY CHILD! MY FAVORITE CHILD!" She glared at me.

My hand was inching to grab Riptide. Looking at Michaela in the corner of my eye again, her eyes are closed.

"SHE IS ONE OF THE REASONS I AGREED TO THE OATH!" Poseidon (he doesn't deserve the title 'father' to me if he acts like this) snapped back.

The argument kept going on like that, it seemed it was everyone, plus Hades and Hestia on Michaela's side, except Zeus, Poseidon, and Athena. But, they had the most common sense (or that's what they say).

I start hearing the campers behind me chose sides as well. I close my eyes, took and a deep breath, then told them to shut up. I open my eyes, not caring if I was about to die. "Tell me what happened." I demanded, leaving no room to argue.

"It happened twenty years before the oath was made. A girl came to camp and acted like she was the World's Greatest Person, and-" Athena started, but is interrupted by Artemis.

"That's not what happened." Artemis looked to me. "Perseus, she was betrayed. Betrayed by the rest of cabin three. Someone was jealous. She was a maiden, but stayed at camp for her younger siblings. She died by Zeus's hand, because a few children of Athena and Poseidon were jealous. Her spirit left, before she went to Tartarus. But, many campers tortured her." Artemis confirmed my thoughts. I knew it. I did dream of her.

I smile at Lady Artemis in thanks.

It didn't last long. A flash of the master bolt zoomed past and hit Michaela where she stood. She screamed in agony, before disappearing to a black, charred spot on the spot, where she stood.

I fell to my knees and cried for her.

THE END.