You're Not Getting Away From Me

The Wedding

I have finally decided to end this story here, after not updating it for an extremely long time. It was incredibly fun to write and I'm glad I wrote as much as I did, but now I'm done. I'm super sorry for leaving it here, but going back and rereading, I realized some of this is completely out of character and that really bothers me that I wrote that into existence. Also, this story line is crazy long and I ran out of ideas. I'm still writing one shots though for my other book, "The Stories of Our Heroes"! It has plenty of Percabeth and other stuff. I think those are much better written than this and my motivation is still there.

The whole reason I created this book was to write the perfect Percabeth wedding... and everything else just kind of happened. So I felt it was only right for me to close this story with a snippet of the wedding. Here it is, thanks for reading!

Percy's POV

I stuck my hand in my pocket nervously, staring back at my reflection in the cool lake water. My fingers closed around Riptide and I almost drew it before reminding myself that pulling out my sword right now was ridiculous. I was a little nervous, not under attack. I settled for running my hands through my hair, effectively messing up any bit of gel-style that my mother had managed. My image in the water was rippling with my emotions, undecided whether it was excited or scared. My tie was crooked and my sleeves were rolled up unevenly. Gods, Annabeth was marrying a real mess, wasn't she?

I audibly groaned, and the ripples turned to small waves. I really just wanted to talk to my Wise Girl right now, but I hadn't been allowed since last night. Jason has always been a rule follower, and I guess tradition is no exception.

I jumped as another reflection appeared beside me, bearing the same green eyes and messy black hair.

"Hey Dad," I grumbled. "I almost didn't recognize you without the Hawaiian shirt."

Poseidon chuckled. "I thought it was a little inappropriate for the occasion. Tell me, Perseus," he said, laying a hand on my shoulder, "why are you out here and not getting ready for your big day?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "Just worried, I guess."

"About marrying Annabeth?"

"No!" I answered quickly. "I mean, no, not like that. I know I want to marry her. I've been looking forward to this day for forever. But..." I trailed off. What was I worried about?

"Well, son," he suddenly swiped his hand across the water, ruining the image, "are you scared of what comes next?"

"I mean," I slowly raised my face away from the water to look at my father, "not really. It's more of... being afraid of not knowing what comes next. I feel like every time something good happens to us, every time we catch a break, something else comes along to ruin it. I don't want this - us -  to be ruined."

Poseidon didn't say anything for a long time. I reached for Riptide again, pulling it out of my pocket to twirl it in my fingers. 

"I will admit," he finally spoke, "that the two of you have experienced some great highs and even greater lows."

"Wow, really encouraging," I scoffed.

"But, you always find your way out of it, better than before. I think you and Annabeth have shown that it doesn't matter what's thrown at you, you'll survive it. So Percy, I wouldn't worry about what comes next. You don't need to."

I blinked slowly. Was a god actually just helpful?

"Okay. Okay, yeah. Thanks Dad."

And with a smile, he disappeared in a swirl of mist.