The Descendants of Olympus

Hello again! Long time no see my friends.

I am having a wonderful time overseas, and am currently in Paris, the city of love...yeah ot for me but there are plenty of kissing couples to make up for it!

This is the much requested sequel to Caleo's Reunion so enjoy!

Love you guys

Sophie

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Luke's POV

"Wake uuuuup Luuuuuke" a messy haired twelve year old moaned. He shook his twin brother violently. "It's moving day!"

At those three words two grey eyes opened. Luke sat up, gazing up blearily at his companion. "Dalus, is it really moving day?"

"Yes brother" he rolled his sea green orbs then sprung off the end of the bunk, rolled and stood up again. He strutted out, flicking his toga in his wake.

Luke sighed. His bunk mates slept soundly. He would miss them, but Mom and Dad were adamant that no one could know they were leaving. Luke had a feeling what it might be about, but he knew when to keep quiet.

Slinging his backpack over one shoulder and picking up his favourite dagger, he left. Wandering through a deserted cohort five was a weird feeling. He felt empty almost. Luke would miss Aunt Hazel and Uncle Frank and the kids; especially Raven. Raven was his first girlfriend. Even she only vaguely knew about them leaving. He quickly put her to the back of his mind - it hurt too much otherwise.

Up ahead he saw his siblings standing at the crossroads. There was Hestia, with grey eyes not unlike his own, apart from the darker tinge. Her wavy black hair was up in a bun, and her thin lips were pursed. She held a hand to her side where a wicked short spear sat. Then there was Daedalus, an image of his father with trademark sea green eyes and messy black hair. He had a long sword in his hands, twisting it around as always. Last was Sandy, big bunches of curly blonde hair on each side of her head. Her green eyes gazed at the weapons with envy because she was too young to have one for her own. And yes, Dad named her not Mom. Something about a good old laugh and Mom having no choice.

As Luke approached his siblings all looked up, purple hanging from their eyes. He would be the exact same: getting up at 2am did no one any favours.

"Took you long enough" Hestia grumbled.

"Oh Hessie don't be grumpy! The night is young!" Dalus grinned.

"Not know" she snapped, massaging her temples. "I have some important issues to deal with."

"At least you get to have a weapon" Sandy moaned.

"Oh shut up everyone" Hestia commanded. We all ignored her as two figures came into view. The Heroes of Olympus. The Tartarus Conquerors. The Giant Slayers. My parents. Oh yeah, and the most stubborn people you would meet. In the nicest possible way.

"Right we're off then" Mom said striding up and rubbing her hands together in anticipation. "Everyone loosened their bladders?"

"It's called taking a wiss Annabeth" Dad rolled his eyes. "Get it right." Yes, Daedalus was a mirror image of his father.

"So anyway Mom I've iris messaged them and they should be here any moment" Hestia announced.

"Thank you darling" Mom half smiled, then looked up at the sky anxiously. What was she doing that for? "I hope they get here soon."

"Well there they are" Dad pointed into the distance, over the hills. A flying golden blob had appeared, getting closer and closer. Could it be? Luke gasped.

"The Argo II!" he yelled excitedly. No one bothered to shush him as they all raised their eyes heavenwards in anticipation. It was magnificent, with huge masts, shimmering sails, and a proud dragon head on the front. The ship descended and hovered.

"Well go ahead" their parents urged them. "Go meet your destiny."