Stories to be Rewritten: Elisabeth's Stories :Book 1 Lavenders and Pomegranates

Chapter 12

"Hello Percy Jackson."

Percy stared at the figure for a few minutes, his hand in his pocket wrapped around his pen sword Riptide. He may of helped his daughter, but that still don't mean who ever this person or thing is good. Finally, he spoke.

"Saint Sinai Hospital."

"What?" Percy said, a little taken aback.

"Your daughter... She's there." The figure said, sitting back down, rolling his shoulders nervously. "I would have told you sooner, but I had to stay with her till she got out of surgery."

Percy's eyes widened in horror. "Surgery?!" The figure nodded slowly. "Why?! How bad did Nick hurt her?!"

"Her skull was cracked, her ribs were broken and one had punctured a lung. She will be there for another week to recover." The figure said, a hint of agony in his voice. "I wish I could have stopped it." It whispered, hoping Percy would miss it. Didn't miss it at all.

"What do you mean?" Percy said, stepping closer. "Why would you care-"

"Because I do." The figure growled, standing to his full hight. He wasn't taller than Percy, but he still had an aura of intimidating power. Percy noticed the fire starting to burn through the candle wick faster as the flame grew in size. "I care because she cares." The figure said, little less menacing this time. He backed away, his form disintegrating into the shadows.

"Wait!" Percy said, trying to grab the mask off the figure only to have it swerve out of the way and pull back.

"Good bye." And like that it was gone.

Percy stood in the darkness, the candle flickering out as a cold breeze flew through the basement. The initial shock of it all was hitting him hard: his daughter was in the hospital, her boyfriend had kicked her so hard she needed surgery, she was alone with that thing for a whole night... But what was worse than the shock of his daughter was the shock of who had saved her.

"That was Henry..." He mumbles to himself, running his hand though his hair. "Henry is a halfblood.... A child of Hades..." He looked up at the top of the stairs. He couldn't tell Nico or anyone this, it was too dangerous. Besides, this was just a thought, just a hunch. He had no proof. He needed proof... Or he needed Henry to come out and say it. Those were the only two options.

'Had Elisabeth known all this time?' He thought as he stepped up the stairs fast, his mind spinning out of control. 'Did she not tell them to keep him safe? Did she not want him here?' Then an even scarier thought came to mind.

'Did Nick know?'

Nick groaned as he collapsed on the ground for the fifth time. He had just mucked out the stables, swam the whole lake back and forth with Percy using his powers against me, ran ten laps with unnaturally heavy weights on and dragging behind him, and now he was to do three thousand push ups. What the hell?! ' I haven't seen Liz all day. I need to apologize to her, propose to her...' He smiled a little as he kept going, Nico barking at him to move faster. 'She must be off at the beach in that black bikini I love so much... all wet and lonely... waiting for-'

"Nico!" Nick looked up, his body not taking a second's hesitation as he kept going.

"What?! Can't you see I'm-"

"He came back." Nico stopped mid sentence and grinned widely, then dropped a weight on Nick's back.

"When? Where is-"

"A few minutes ago, but he left as soon as he delivered the address."

"What address?" Both of them stared at Nick, who was struggling not to be crushed by the weights. He had just reached two thousand nine hundred and fifty, so he thought he had a little time to ask. " What are you guys talking about?"