Take A Risk

Nico’s POV

He lay on his bed, staring at the obsidian walls surrounding him. Torches flickered outside his cabin, creating a ghastly glow inside. Their greenish hue reminded him of the sea, of a pair of eyes the same colour, of Per- No. He could not think of him, wouldn’t allow himself to, especially now that he was happy with Annabeth Chase, enjoying themselves at the victory party thrown for the seven heroic demigods. It had only been a few days since the defeat of Gaea and her minions, which was accomplished by the cooperation and teamwork of Greek and Roman demigods. He, along with Coach Hedge and Reyna, took most of the credit for that, lugging the Athena Parthenos halfway across the world, and finally reaching Camp Half-Blood, where they arrived just in time to stop what would’ve a bloody battle between the Greek and Roman campers.

 Nico smirked as he remembered how they’d tied up that no-good traitorous bastard spying on them for Gaea. Octavian, the supposedly loyal Roman augur, legacy of Apollo. Percy had caught him with the Titan Krios and a few of his cronies, discussing how to breach Camp Half-Blood’s and Camp Jupiter’s defences. His thoughts suddenly turned to Percy Jackson... son of Poseidon, one of the most powerful demigods Nico had ever met... also the only person he’d ever loved. Great, add one more odd trait to his list. Nobody except Jason Grace knew, being with him in his encounter with Cupid in Croatia. Stupid son of Jupiter, overhearing his confession. Stupid Love god, making him confess. He didn’t choose this, his father, his feelings... Nico screamed and the earth under him trembled, a skeletal hand found its way to the surface. Shocked, Nico immediately stood up and calmed down. The trembling stopped, and the hand sunk back down. He couldn’t let anyone see his weakness, his emotions. He picked up his Stygian sword, and shadow travelled to the only place he could think of: the beach.

Annabeth’s POV

“Percy, I’m sorry” said Annabeth. Her gray eyes were teary, and her voice was thick with guilt and other suppressed emotions. “SORRY?!? Gods, Annabeth, is that all you have to say? You don’t even bother giving me an explanation? What about all we’ve been through? What about trust? I-“Percy’s voice cracked with grief. “I love you” he said. “I love you too, Percy. But Athena’s right. We weren’t meant to be.” Annabeth sniffed and wiped her eyes. Percy’s grief quickly turned to anger “You’re breaking up with me because of what your mother said?” he asked, referring to the lecture that the goddess of Wisdom had given them a few days ago. Annabeth had sided with her mother, which resulted in arguments and quarrels between them that occurred quite often. Annabeth had started having doubts about them, so she suggested giving their relationship a break, in order to give her some time to think. She stood in the doorway of Percy’s cabin, along with her luggage.

“Maybe my mother was right. Maybe we were just paired up by the Fates in order to defeat Gaea and her minions. Think about it, if I hadn’t been there with you in Tartarus, what would have kept you going? Who would you have thought of when you bathed in the river Styx? As harsh as it might sound, our relationship was only for our survival. We wouldn’t have survived without each other. You don’t need me now. The war is over, Percy.” She said bitterly. “I’m going back to San Francisco”. “Annabeth, you can’t! It’s not safe!” Percy argued. “I can take care of myself!” she snapped. Percy cringed visibly, and her heart softened. They were both quiet enough to hear the commotion of the party going on outside, from which they’d escaped. “I’ll be fine, Seaweed Brain” she said. “I won’t” Percy said in a hurt voice. “I’m sorry, Percy. I really am.” whispered Annabeth. She left Cabin 3, but not before turning around to catch one last glimpse of Percy. He had slunk down on the floor, head against the doorway. What hurt her most were his eyes. They stared at her, with an expression of one who had been robbed of the thing he cared for most in the world.

Percy’s POV

He slunk down on the floor, watching her leave. He felt nothing. He refused to acknowledge what had just happened. Only when Annabeth was out of sight did the reality come crashing down. He felt blind and lost in thousands of emotions swirling around him, but he could only name three: Hurt, Grief, and Anger. He stood up, shut the door, and stumbled around. He grabbed a lamp by his bedside and threw it at a wall, where it shattered into pieces. He let loose a guttural scream, which subsided into helpless sobbing. Without really thinking, he got up and went to the only place he could think of: the beach.

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