Destiny Calls (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

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Chapter 50

I wheeled myself into the Poseidon Cabin slowly, and as Percy had confirmed, all my belongings had been left untouched. My quiver and bow hung from the wall, my daggers placed neatly in a case near my bed, while my longest knife was inside my quiver as well. Tori's blade remained untouched as usual, but I could see the white symbols embedded on the hilt of the sword now. It was the symbol of Hemera.

Percy knocked on the door, and he let himself in without a word. Annabeth followed, her grey eyes stormy with thought. "We have something to confess." Said Annabeth, and from her back, she revealed a parchment. On it, written in Annabeth's delicate cursive, was a description of what I had been through. The real description.

I read through it, my eyes widening as I read through. Annabeth held back a sob. "Leah said we couldn't tell you what really happened, but you... you deserved the truth." Percy held her in his arms. "Dom didn't know, he was still injured badly and kept elsewhere, but when it was our turn to keep watch on you this happened." I read aloud a sentence, my voice soft as I held back my surprise.

"Thea was scary tonight. She screamed again, but this time it was different. Her body wasn't glowing silver as usual, but gold. She screamed and her eyes open, but they were like his. They were like Luke's." Annabeth gulped as I read her writing. "Thea was hallucinating, she was calling out names. Tori, Connor, Miranda, Lou Ellen, all those who had died. How had she known? Thea was sick today, it was terrible. Her fever was burning hot, but we couldn't touch her. Her scream wasn't hers today. It was a male voice, but not Kronos. She kept glowing." I breathed heavily.

"This happened, to me?" I asked.

Percy nodded again. "It started happening after Apollo healed you. You started to mumble about how the deaths were your fault and how you could go back and change it, change everything, turn back time."

"Why didn't Leah want me to know?" I questioned again.

"I guess she thought that you would be weak, and didn't want to surprise you." Annabeth shrugged. "Some of the details we kept to ourselves. We only told Leah about the glowing, and the names."

I understood. I was probably in a terrible condition when I woke up, and I had only been conscious for a few hours. "I guess I owe you a secret too." I stood up hesitantly from my seat, and my wing spread out. They kept me aloft as I gently touched the ground, and I walked towards them. "When I woke up, I fell out of bed when I tried to stand. And then these came out."

Annabeth rushed to my side, admiring my wings. "These must be worth hundreds of drachmas. Since when were wings so expensive? This is stygian iron in your wings, coated with who knows what. They're probably indestructible. Think of how good that would be in battle, when you regain feelings in your legs."

"Let's test it." Percy said, and he swiped Riptide towards me. I instinctively curled up, and my wings protected my body until I looked like a floating cocoon. Riptide bounced off harmlessly. "Cool!"

"You could have killed me!" I glared at him, while Annabeth sighed. "You're lucky this was a good scenario."

Annabeth, who had jumped onto one of the spare beds the moment Percy had lunged, stepped forward again, and with the skill of an artist, plucked one of the feathers off my wing. I hardly felt it, but in her hand was a beautiful black feather, silvery white on the tips, with golden roots. "I'll ask Leo to go over this, in secret of course. We need to know what specifically we are dealing with with your wings. And then I'll need to persuade him not to craft it into a weapon."

Plucking 3 more feather off, I hurried after Annabeth with one of my arrows. "Let him craft it. It might help if my arrows were a little more balanced now, since I'm not in my prime state." Annabeth nodded and hurried off, before shouting, "hope you have a speedy recovery!"

I smiled. Always good to have a sister by your side. Seating myself back in my wheelchair. I realised that my toes could wiggle again, but my legs still remained lifeless as ever. My hands trembled from the effort it had taken me to hover above the ground, and with a pair of useless limbs and confined to a wheelchair to avoid suspicion from the almighty gods.

I melted into the chair, wheeling myself towards the door lightly and towards the Big House. With a grunt of effort, I shot a thin strip of silver energy towards all of my friends. I had to close my eyes to concentrate, imagining me looking down in a bird eyes view on the camp, feeling everything around me, the shape of everything, the way the wind moved, the quiet, harsh breathing all the way from the lave wall at the opposite side of Camp. I watched as my friends followed my signal, the wavering silver arrow, as they arrived at the Big House.

"Hey, Thea." Said Max, his brown hair sticking up in weird angles, which made it obvious he had been wearing a helmet and his hair had been caught in a mess. "What'cha call us for?"

"You do realise that we're underage teens with not enough high school experience right?" I asked, as I bunched my hair into two long braids down my shoulders. They nodded, with Leah looking a bit wide eyed and Dom looking a bit scared. "I don't want to force it on you guys, but the fact is, I've never actually been to a public school. Ever. So... "

Max gave a smile, which was easy enough for him to do since he was a normal mortal student. Leah on the other hand, looked baffled at the least. "Are you serious? Highschool? H I G H S C H O O L? That is the most stupidest idea I have heard from you."

"Mental training is a good for us." I smiled cunningly, smirking slightly.

"Oh, why can I not say no to you."

-----Time Lapse----- (Sorry if this seems rushed I just really want to start the sequel.)

I wheeled myself out of my cabin, slowly and painfully, and the silence of Camp was excruciating to hear. Sure, I was an introvert who preferred books to people before, but now, that had changed. Now I was longing human companionship, since 5 months in a coma probably changes the way you look at time.

A small duffel bag hung from the handles of the wheelchair, and in it contained some basic necessities: a few books, some clothes, and a big wad of cash. Apparently your allowance increases if you took a 5 month break in the conscious world, and for once, Poseidon was not calculating money in sand-dollars.

Dom jogged up to me, a large backpack hefted on his shoulders, before clutching the wheelchair handles and pushing me forward. "Are you sure about this, Thea?" he asked, as we continued our way up Half-Blood Hill.

"Sure as ever." I answered, and I glimpsed Leah and Max jogging up the hill towards us. Leah still had a scowl on her face, while Max simply smiled, his eyes twinkling.

I wheeled myself towards the top, fighting off Dom's resistance as my hands made work of the metal railing that surrounded the wheel. I scanned my surroundings, breathing in the scenery, and sensing the cars driving along the highway next to our secluded camp. A Delphi Strawberry delivery van sat parked on the edge of the road, and as I stooped down to pet Peleus, Dom tripped.

His body came tumbling down on me, pushing my wheelchair down the other side of the hill towards the van, and before I could jump out of my wheelchair and perhaps fly back to safety, everything froze. My wheelchair remained floating in mid-air as Dom slammed into it, Max and Leah's face a mask of horror. And I, I was still freely able to move, scanning my surroundings, confused as to what was happening.

My vision tinted gold, and I looked at my palms. They were glowing, with the same eerie glimmering gold that coated my vision. I had not seen that color in ages.

The last time I had seen it was back in Nyx's lair, on Mount Othrys.

It was the color that the orb that held Kronos's essence had glowed.