The Voices Inside Of My Head ( Percy Jackson chaos fan fic)

Goodbye

Percy POV

I'm ready to kill the gods. They have done too much. I need to visit my mother and Paul before I leave. I could die.
"Mom? Paul?"
"Who's there? I've got a gun and I'm not afraid to use it!" Said a voice. Paul.
"Paul it's me, Percy" He came out of his hiding spot.
"W-what? No he's dead!" Paul said
"It's me trust means, Blowfish"
"Oh my gods, it is you! Where have you been?"
"I've been...around"
"Percy you've been missing for a year. Tell me where you've been! Sally was worried sick! And with the baby too!"
Baby?
"What baby?"
"Oh. You don't know. Your mom had a baby last year. Her name is Grace."
Grace.
"Grace? After the Latin term graecus?" I say silently praying, to whatever gods that hadn't gone crazy, that this poor child had nothing to do with the gods. It would only get them into trouble.
"No, but that's a good idea. Maybe I should talk to your mom ab-"
"No!" I coughed trying not to sound too suspicious, "No that's fine. I think it's better without a reason."
"Oh okay," he looked down "So what brings you back?"
I sigh and look out the window. "There's a very good possibility that in going to die tonight, and I just wanted to say goodbye. I also wanted to warn you to get out of Manhattan. There's going to be a major war between nut jobs and the actually sane people."
Paul's eyes widened.
"Let me go get Sally."
About one minute later, Paul came back with my mother.
"Percy?" She paused, "Percy!"
She handed Grace to Paul and ran towards me and hugged me. Her grip was tight.
"Mom...can't..breathe..."
I relaxed as she let go. I may be able to breathe under water, but I can't breathe while my mother has a death grip on me.
"Mom, I may die. I need to fight in this war. You three need to get out of Manhattan now. The war is coming. Today. So get out. I love you. I'll try to come back to you in one piece."
Her eyebrows furrowed "But I just got you back? I can't lose you again."
I sighed "I don't want to lose you either Mom. This is for the best." I let go of her hands and head towards the door.
"I love you Percy."
I turned around "I love you too Mom. We will prevail."
I closed the door lightly behind me. A lump was rising in my throat.
'I actually might die during this war.'
I fought the urge to cry. Soldiers don't cry. So, I put on a grin face and forged on.