The war was over, Gaea was back in the dust, and Percy could finally get some well needed rest. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life in peace, living in the Roman town with Annabeth, occasionally visiting the rest of his friends. It was go...
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After a good nights sleep everything becomes clearer. This was especially true for the three little dumplings.
"BLOODY HELL! HARRY DID YA SEE THAT! IT WAS BLOODY MAD! BLOODY MONSTERS! DID YA PUT FIRE-WHISKEY IN MY FOOD! BLOODY HELL!"
Honestly it was hilarious, I'm sorry.
"Harry... Harry..."
Hermione was in a calm position, her voice betraying no fear. Except once you looked into her eyes, you could see something wild, born out of fear of the unknown.
Harry was doing even worse than Ronald McDonald, which was saying something. He sat on the bed he had borrowed and just stared into emptiness.
Back at Nico's Dream Palace he acted, like what a hero would act. Confident, brave I guess, and your generic "Chosen One" package.
But here right now, I finally realized, this is a 15 year old kid. Yes he himself was only 17, but he had been the hero of two wars. He's seen more death than most people would in three lifetimes.
Harry however, had watched a friend of his die in front of him not even three months ago. War was just starting, it was a new thing for anyone under 20 in the wizard world.
War was a scary thing, especially for someone who's never seen it before.
I nodded at Hermione and she went to drag Ron into the little kitchen/living room where the hunters were.
I sat down by Harry, this was going to be awkward but no one knew fear better than me, except maybe Kronos when Luke killed him! Ruining the moment? Sorry.
"You know, the first time I saw actual monsters, I was driving to a camp. This big guy with horns, he was actually there, showed up and flipped my car."
Harry didn't move. I continued.
"He ripped off the top of my car and vaporized my mother. After that I killed him with his own horn. My mother was okay though, she didn't die, just kidnapped by the god of death. Happens every once in a while. Anyway, what I'm saying is, you get used to it, it's not as bad as it seems."
He looked at me. "Who are you, you aren't even the slightest bit frightened by... by those monsters. And now you're telling me this is a normal thing and you get USED To IT!"
I may have revealed just a teensy bit of too much info."
He began to cry, but don't worry, fluffy baby Percy swooped in. I hugged him, you know the comforting kind of hug. The hug you want when the world goes to shit and everyone you love is dead or close to dead. I wish I got those hugs more often. I have more dead friends than live friends.
