Percy Jackson: CHB Again?

Chapter 35: Athena (Part One)

This chapter is hella...weird, for lack of a better word. Um, like the rest of this book, read at your own risk...Also, updates will be slow to the end. I had planned to be finished today but with so much acting and shiz going on I haven't found the time. Hopefully this book will be over by next Wednesday?

"I choose...I choose...Athena."

"Very well." Hecate nodded. "Janus,"

The two-headed god gripped the key tightly in his right hand and walked over to the third door. He stuck the key into the wood which melted around the key like a magic lock. He twisted it, and pulled it out, then he stepped away from the door. The other four vanished with a 'pop' as if they'd never been there.

I chose Athena because it was the better world in comparison to the others. How could I be normal after what I'd been through? I'd never choose that over being a demigod and going on adventures. I didn't want to have to save Apollo whom was being held captive by Elsa and her evil family. What even was that? It was stupid, and I most definitely didn't want to be in the middle of a war that started because I was the child of the prophecy. Don't even get me started about being a child of three gods at once and having Nico not remember me.

I walked over to the third door and wrapped my hand around the metal knob. I glanced over my shoulder to see Hecate and Janus for reassurance that I could go in, but they weren't there. The candles had blown out. The only light came from the images in the portal.

I twisted the knob and stepped inside.

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It hurt to open my eyes. My skin felt raw, and everything stung. I tried to remember what just happened, but the memory was distorted. I had been burned by something, I was sure of that much.

Annabeth and Jason's faces appeared over mine a moment later. "Oh, gods, Tera!" Annabeth cried, falling to her knees beside me.

"Are you okay? I'll see if I can find Nico or Percy, maybe they'll have ambrosia..." Jason gave me a concerned glance and disappeared out of my view.

"Can you speak?" Annabeth asked. I saw her arms reach out, and I winced when her fingers met with my raw flesh. She recoiled. I didn't answer her question.

"Okay, listen, you can't die right now. I'm sorry about being jealous and stupid, I wasn't thinking clearly. But you can't die, because I need you! You're my sister! Percy needs you, too! Don't die! Oh gods, please don't die!"

I tried to tell her I wouldn't but my lungs felt heavy. It was a strain to breathe, let along speak. I grunted, hoping she'd find the meaning.

Annabeth opened her mouth to speak again, but just as quickly she closed it and stumbled back.

"Whoa," she muttered, but I couldn't see what was so fascinating. And then I felt it.

A burning sensation in my core, worse than all the burns I had already received. With a blinding light and a scream of pain, I was suddenly on my feet and staring at a wide-eyed Annabeth.

I took a deep breath, my lungs feeling brand new, and I looked down at my body. My clothes seemed to be new; no scorch marks or anything. And my skin...the burns were completely gone. There wasn't anymore pain, and there certainly wasn't any reason for Jason to get ambrosia.

"Gods?" I asked Annabeth.

"Must be," she still looked dumbfounded. "We'd better find Jason now."

"Yeah." I muttered. Annabeth and I walked in silence, after we'd grabbed the star that had been laying at my feet, towards the direction in which Jason had disappeared. We were in a clearing, so it shouldn't have been hard to find him. Nevertheless, he wasn't anywhere in sight.