Collision Course

Chapter Twelve

Percy's POV

Wow, I thought as I woke up. That Tira was really good- wait- it was a dream. Was she made up too?

Just there to get me ready for everything else? To go over sword fighting for me?

Not that I'd need the reminder on how to fight with a sword. I'm Percy Jackson... How could I forget how to fight with a sword.

'Oh, quit complaining,' A familiar voice said in my head. I rolled my eyes.

"Really?" I asked out loud. "Why do you gods have to hijack my head all the time?! Is it that hard to come talk to me in person?!"

'Duh, young hero. Of course it is. And you have a terrible case of morning breath at the moment. It's almost worse then young Mr. Nico. You may want to fix that. It's terrible.'

I rolled my eyes. "Is that the reason why your here in my head?" I asked.

'Oh, yes, I forgot for a minute. I want to thank you for helping out Tira. She needed the wake up call since her guardians are being a little bit too focused on Phase One.'

"Phase One?" I asked.

'Yes. They are way to focused on the other half of herself, and are focusing too much on differing her path from the way her fathers went.'

"Her father? And what does this have to do with me?!" I almost screamed in frustration.

'This has everything to do with you. Although I did not agree with Hera's way of uniting Greeks and Romans, I did agree that it must be done. Only now, it must be done again- but this time with another group. These people are different- even more than you and the Romans. It will be hard, but the experience will be different. You must help Tira, because this time you and Jason aren't the bridge. Poor Tira is. And I'm giving you complete responsibility of uniting them, and helping her with everything.'

"Everything?!" This time, I did scream. "Haven't I done enough? I just want peace in the road ahead of me. Why do I have to help again?!"

'Because you are the best hero, Olympus has ever had. Your loyal, caring, smart, trustworthy, handsome, loving, handsome, and instinctive. Your protective, and well, as perfect as a mortal can get. You are the savoir of Olympus, as many times as you can count. In every action you make, you help Olympus stay strong. You understand your enemy's, but you know why they're wrong, and you try to avoid quarrels. It is the way you, Perseus Jackson, work. You are modest, and fair. Your gentle, yet ruthless when you need to be. What better hero can you ask for? I know you want peace, but you will someday, when the world itself is in perfect balance, and is in itself, at peace. That peace will be your greatest reward. Do you think you could help me?'

I felt conflicted. That was really flattering, yet I wanted peace for once. But just as soon as I thought that, I felt my inner loyalty rally up against myself. There was no way I could just let Tira go through this alone. I've been through it, and it almost killed me on the inside. There was no way I could do that to Tira, even if I had only met her once- in a dream. It would be terrible to just... leave her there, with out any one, except those guardians of hers.

'I'll help you.' I thought to the god in my head.