Daughter of Poseidon

What Should've Happened

After driving for a few more hours, we finally arrived at the Parthenon, Nashville. 

Daylight was streaming through the truck's windows, making sleeping impossible. I groaned and threw my head to the side trying to get a little more shut-eye, but was woken by Annabeth's squeals of delight.

"This is amazing!" She said. "A perfect replica of the Parthenon in Nashville."

"What's to like?" I said groggily, eyes shut. "It's a massive chunk of marble with swirls and columns"

"Anya, you don't understand. This is an amazing example of neo-classical architecture."

"I don't even know what that means, and, personally, seeing buildings has never been on my bucket list."

"Girls, girls, break up the cat fight," said Percy.

"What do you mean?" Yawned Annabeth, "this is how we usually talk to each other."

"Girls," muttered Percy.

I opened my eyes properly, ready to retort, but was silenced by the beautiful view of Centennial Park, home to the Parthenon. Kids played on the lawn outside while parents sat in the shade of several huge cedar trees and talked, often accompanied by several generous-looking picnics. My stomach rumbled.

It was Grover who spoke first: "Okay, folks. Let's get the pearl."

"Where could it be?"

"Somewhere." I said.

"That's really helpful . . ." Groaned Grover.

"Well, at least we know it's inside the Parthenon."

That's what should have happened, but like everything in life, it isn't what did.

We had gotten away from the motel and were in the truck, so far so normal. Then we stopped at a service station and while the others were busy in the bathroom, an iris message appeared next to me. It was Luke.

"Anya." He said, his voice was urgent, face tired.

"What?"

"Do you still want to remain on the quest? I heard about what you did with Medusa's head and all . . ." He looked hopeful.

"Not really, but I have to, otherwise the quest's terminated for all of us. That would kill Annabeth and Grover."

"No, it wouldn't. Percy's also a leader on this quest, so it would continue . . . well, unless there's an event of all of them dying."

"Oh, then I'm really not sure. I'm just not lovin' the gods right now."

"So if there was a rebellion, you would join it?"

"Probably . . ." I remembered the promise of death that they had threatened me with. "Definitely."

"Well, I've got an uprising if you want to join it." His tone was so neutral that I wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

"You really mean it?-"

"-Of course I do."

"Who's it being led by?"

"Me, bu-"

"-But?"

"Headed by Kronos, his strength grows with every new demigod joining our cause."

The word sent a shiver down my spine, and I desperately tried to think of a way of telling him to run. Kronos was a bad guy, whatever perspective you looked at it from, and Luke looked as though he wasn't completely sure what he was doing.

A bad combination on all counts.

My mind came to the conclusion that there were two ways out; one, carry on with the quest and alert the gods, two, join Luke and try to get him out of it, or at least foil their plans. The first one didn't really appeal to me - asking the very people who threatened to kill me would be sacrilege, and who knows what they would do to Luke? No, two would be the best.

"So?" Asked Luke's voice on the other end of the line. "What do you say?"

"How many demigods do you have?"

"About sixty, and some monsters." My stomach rolled more at the thought of more creatures like Medusa.

"Well, you can make that sixty-one."

Luke grinned. "Thanks! I'll tell Lord Kronos - meet me in Miami, we've got a boat, 'The Princess Andromena'."

The iris message dissapeared. I held my head in my hands, muttering softly, "Oh Anya, what have you done?"

But I had to quickly shake myself awake and grab some supplies from the back of the truck - some gold drachmas and mortal money, and stuffed it into Percy's backpack. It was all that had survived the explosion. I frowned, the bag was much heavier than I remembered, but it didn't faze me. The rest of the stuff had gone up in flames with the bus, so there was nothing else to take really. I left enough for Percy, Annabeth and Grover, then made a break for it into the night - they would be coming out soon and I didn't want to have to tell them in person.

Some notepaper I had found in the dashboard of the truck conveyed all that I could in that moment, with a messily scrawled 'sorry', which they would soon find. By the time they had read it I would be far, far away.

The lines of the prophercy were beginning to come true.

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Hey guys,

Sorry that this chapter is a little short, but I wanted to get this out quickly. I thought the plot-line was getting boring, so I've added the plot twist earlier into the story - if I hadn't you would have had to sit through another ten chapters of this, which would have been reaaaalllly boring. The fantastic Jamie Campbell Bower's song: 'Get your guns', is on the the side - it seems to have been written for this chapter!

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(Dedicated to my lovely friend CourtneyGalloway4 for encouraging me)