The Godly Pursuant (A Percy Jackson fan fiction)

10 - Percy Jackson

Maggie Crowberry is not dead. She’s alive, Percy thought.

It means that she survived fifteen Gegeines, and many more along the way. It means that she’s strong enough to take on a whole army of littler monsters, since fifteen Gegeines is equivalent to that.

It means that she’s the best, most bad-ass demigod in the history of demigods.

“If she’s alive, then why isn’t she here already?” Percy demanded at Chiron, “We need to get her! We can’t let her out alone any second!”

“Percy,” Chiron responded, “Hermes already has her. He’s on his way.”

“When did this earthquake thing happen?” Annabeth asked.

Chiron sighed. “It was only yesterday morning. The earthquake was so strong it caught Poseidon’s attention; because he was sure he didn’t cause that. And then he found Maggie there. Hermes is assigned to bring her back here in Camp so that—” he stopped for a moment “—so that Dionysus could… well, help her.”

“Help her? Why? What happened to her?” asked Percy.

Chiron didn’t answer. The half-bloods exchanged worried looks.

“Uh, Chiron?” a Hermes child peered in the Big House, “My dad is here. He’s looking for you and, uh, Percy.”

They didn’t waste time. They ran outside. Then they saw tall god Hermes lifting what seemed to be a dead body because the head was flung backward, and the legs were limp. It was wearing denim jeans and a black jacket, a pink umbrella tucked inside it.

“Maggie!” Percy ran to Hermes. He didn’t even bother bowing.

He looked at her face and touched her cheek. She was awake.

“Maggie? Maggie, can you hear me? Maggie?”

Unfortunately, Maggie wasn’t hearing anything. Her eyes were open and blank, looking at nowhere. She kept muttering unintelligible things under her breath. Her body was very limp that she looked like she can’t walk by herself. And in her right hand she was tightly holding a dirty piece of dark blue cloth.

Percy sobbed a tearless sob. “What happened to my sister?”

“Perhaps we should take her to the infirmary first,” Hermes said.

Percy slid his hand under Maggie’s body.

Hermes objected. “Percy, it’s alright, I can lift her…”

“No, I got her,” said Percy and hauled her close to his chest. He could hear her garbled whispers. They came out quick from her mouth, like she was in a hurry.

Everyone tagged along as he brought Maggie to the camp clinic and laid her to a bed.