King of Zacron [Percy Jackson Fanfic]

File 26: Order, Willow and Gabriel

| Thomas POV |

When I went down the stairs, I heard them talking. "We're going karaoke, you wanna come?" Peter asked.

"You guys go ahead. I'm going back to the hotel," Willow said in a hurry and rushed off. I opened the door and the others turned to me. "Why's your sis in a rush?" I shrugged my shoulders but something was definitely off. Her hand was shaking like crazy but she said it was nothing.

"Well, let's go karaoke shall we?"
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Andy, Vivian Shane and I teleported them back to the hotel. Almost all of them were drunk and we couldn't carry everybody back so we teleported back. "I'm going to go check on Willow," they nodded their heads and returned to their rooms. I walked to her room and knocked.

"Come in,"

She was sitting there facing the city in the night. She was clasping onto her hand that was trembling just now. "You alright?" she nodded her head. I walked in front of her and her face told me that she was the opposite of alright.

I sat down beside her as she sighed. "Your not going to leave until I tell you what's happening right?" I nodded my head and she plopped down on her bed. She closed her eyes and it was like years of worries seemed to disappear from her face.

It was obvious she was worried about something. It was practically written all over her face. "When I was eighteen, I met someone," she smiled faintly. I'm confused.

"His name's Gabriel,"

I winced a bit. She chuckled at my expression.

"He's nothing like that. He's the exact opposite of our stepfather. When I told him once about our first stepfather, he immediately said that he was no better," she chuckled and fiddled with her necklace.

"We met when I was running away from some monsters. He's a Son of Zeus," she said.

"He killed them with lighting while I was blasted a few feet back. He helped me up and we fought back to back and helped each other. He ran away too and surprisingly, he wasn't cocky at all. He was the kindest sweetest person I ever met. Well after mom," we laughed as I lay down with her.

"His mother was killed protecting him at the age of 15. He wasn't at camp half blood because his mom didn't want him to. Their house was actually really well protected," I could see her memories flying past her sea green eyes.

"He promised to built a house for us to live together. Away from the gods. From this madness," she smiled fondly. Then it tureen into a frown.

"But obviously that wasn't possible because the fates have other plans," she sat up suddenly and teleported away. I shot up. What the hades? Very funny Thomas. I chuckled sheepishly as Hades left my mind. I found her aura and teleported to where she was.

We were on a hill. It was beautiful. I never knew Earth had a nice scenery. Everything was so green and fresh. It was night so the sky was a black, purple, blue and white colour. Tiny stars decorated the sky. Including Zoe's. It was really something.

Willow faced the open field lost in her thoughts. I walked towards her slowly. "This was suppose to be our paradise," I looked in front. It was really one of a kind.

"Our home,"

I turned to her as tears fell down her face. She still had a smile on her face. I reached up and wiped them away. She smiled sadly at me. I hugged her and she sobbed. "It's alright. You will be reunited with him," I patted her back like how I did for Teresa back then.

After a while she stopped and sighed. She pulled away and faced me with her tear stricken face. I pulled a piece of her hair to the back of her ear.

"Come on, you need some rest," she nodded her head and gave me a small smile before snapped her fingers. We appeared in her room. She hugged me and I hugged back.

"Thanks. I needed that," I smiled in return and left the room.

A few days later...
| Third Person POV |

"Morning," The Daughter of Tartarus turned around and saw the others walking into the dining area in the hotel. It was a buffet so everyone could eat as much as they want.

"Morning," her mouth was filled with food so it sounded muffled. They took their seats while others went to eat. Athena and Poseidon walked together and seeing that made her smirk, but of course with food in her mouth, it looked disfigured.

"Are we going back to camp soon?" The former Daughter of Athena asked when most of them have finished eating. Willow shrugged and pointed her fork at her brother. "Thomas?"

"Today," he said thoughtfully. The older girl hummed and left the table to pack first. She took the lift and every step she took, there was a bounce. When she reached the door, something was not right.

It was open.

Willow creased her eyebrows. I didn't give anyone my keycard, she pushed the door gently and sitting there on the bed was,

"Order,"

He turned around and smirked. The Primordial of Destruction posture was relaxed not in a fighting stance or anything. Willow had and emotionless face on. Her walls backing her up. "What do you want?" She snarled at him.

The Primordial had jet black hair and white eyes. It wasn't the blind kind. They looked entrancing. He was lean and wasn't too built. Any girl would have fallen for him.

He stood up slowly and walked towards her. She backed until there was no place to back. He was a head taller than her. She was considered tall for a girl. 5 feet 9 inches (for those who don't know, it's 1.75 meters). He placed both hands at the wall beside her head. She tried reaching the others but something was blocking it.

"You won't be able to reach the others from here," as if knowing what she was trying to do. She glared at him. He smirked at her and leaned down a little. Willow tried backing away but there was nowhere to go. His face was only an inch away from hers.

Willow could feel her face heating up. "What I want, does concern you," he said and hummed.

He leaned down and smashed their lips together. She froze. His lips were soft not something she expected. She didn't kiss back.

But she didn't pull back either.

He pulled away and smirked at her conflicted state. There was knocking on the door outside. "Willow? Willow!"

"Tom, what's going on?"

"She's not answering,"

The others were outside. "We've got company," she didn't turn to look at the door. Instead, her sea green and red eyes were staring back at his white ones. He waved his hand and they barged in. "Willow!" He then froze them. "Order," Chaos growled.

He kissed her one last one time. "Until we meet again," he whispered to her ear and disappeared releasing his hold on her and the others. She collapsed and Tartarus ran to his daughter. "Are you alright?" She nodded his head and closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder. The others surrounded them.

His lips still lingered on her lips. Bittersweet. Not knowing why she didn't wipe it away she sighed. A tear escaped and dropped unwillingly onto Tartarus's shoulder. He turned his head and looked at his daughter. She was crying silently. He carried her bridal style. "Let's return to camp half blood," the Primordial of the Pit told the others.

They nodded their heads and left with their belongings as if they were never at the hotel.
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Word count: 1334
That escalated rather quickly. So as you all know, Willow used to love someone. Will she love Order?
Wait to find out. *maniac laughter*
Yours sincerely,
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