Unexpected: Meeting Half Bloods

The Final Chapter

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The wait is over!

Well believe me, this story IS "Unexpected".

The story continues like a river to the sea...

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(Percy's Point of View)

I heard a voice say from behind us "I think I could help with that..."

We turned around and there stood Ares the god of War, with a bullet proof jacket signaling he was wearing his shield.

I asked "How can and why can you help us?"

Peter rolled his eyes and limped forward "Because we just stopped another war and because we gave him his shield back. He can help us by giving us a ride back, whether he flashes us..." Peter gave a grin with a mischievous look in his eyes and then said "...Or he can let us ride his bike..."

Ares looked at Peter and said "I have been watching you for a while."

Peter snorted and said "Yeah trouble tends to find me. I bet you enjoyed some of the fights. I bet Hephaestus TV got plenty of views watching my life."

I was shocked, Peter was mouthing back to the god of War, I mean he and I were just cursed by Hercules! Does he have a death wish? Then I thought "Maybe he does... he talks about most of his family is dead and wish to see them..."

Ares chuckled and said "Yes Hephaestus TV DID get a lot of business."

Peter rolled his eyes and asked "Can we please get back to point?"

Ares said "Like I said I watched quite a bit of your life-"

Peter sighed and said "If what my sister told me is true, my mom's brother, my uncle, fell in love with a daughter of Mars."

Was it just me or did Ares flicker just for a second... Naw probably my ADHD acting up.

Ares gave a nod.

Peter sighed and said "Can we talk later? My arm is killing me and we need to get the bolt across the continent in a few hours."

Ares said "Yes, but first you need to answer a few questions to the press." He said that part looking at me...

It is funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality. Chiron had told me that long ago. As usual, I did not appreciate his wisdom until much later. According to the L.A. news, the explosion at the Santa Monica beach had been caused when a crazy kidnapper fired a shotgun at a police car. He accidentally hit a gas main that had ruptured during the earthquake.

This crazy kidnapper (also known as Hercules) was the same man who had abducted me and three other adolescents in New York and brought us across country on a ten day odyssey of terror. Poor little Percy Jackson was not an international criminal, after all. He had caused a commotion on that Greyhound bus in New Jersey trying to get away from his captor (and afterwards, witnesses would even swear they had seen the leather clad man on the bus – ''Why did not I remember him before?'' The crazy man had caused the explosion in the St Louis Arch. After all, no kid could have done that. A concerned waitress in Denver had seen the man threatening his abductees outside her diner, gotten a friend to take a photo and notified the police. Finally, brave Percy Jackson (I was beginning to like this kid) had stolen a gun from his captor in Los Angeles and battled him shotgun to rifle on the beach. Police had arrived just in time. But in the spectacular explosion, five police cars had been destroyed and the captor had fled. No fatalities had occurred.