A Thousand and One Nights (a Percy Jackson AU)

To Kill a King

   Circe's death had been a bit louder than either Annabeth or Percy wanted. Though she knew she had done the right thing — the only thing she could have done — Annabeth still felt like Circe's blood would forever taint her soul. Would the judges in the Underworld see Circe's death as she did: an unfortunate, but necessary choice?
       "We'll bury her later," Percy said. "She was no good person, but the gods require all souls to be properly treated after death."
Annabeth nodded. There was nothing she could do now, but make sure Circe's remains were disposed of properly. A funeral pyre and a simple burial of her ashes would suffice. A voice broke through their thoughts.
"He should be dead by now," Octavian said.
Annabeth and Percy froze at the slap of Octavian's words.
"I'm sure he is," Nancy said.
Percy could imagine the redhead wrapping herself around the arrogant king like a viper circling a cobra. Percy and Annabeth hid themselves behind a tapestry depicting Athena's birth as their footsteps grew louder.
"Well, it's looks like he is not," Octavian said distastefully as he opened the door, "but where is he? I see Circe sprawled out on the floor, but there is no sign of that pathetic former king."
"Hello pathetic former king," Percy said while he stepped out from his hiding place.
"Ahhh, hello," Octavian said, his smile as sharp and steely as the knife strapped to his thigh.
Nancy unattached herself from her husband and frowned at Annabeth and Percy.
"Well, well Percy," Octavian drawled. "You had some nerve supplicating me. What did you think you were doing?"
"You mean courage?" Percy asked. "It was you who showed nerve when you tried to oust the rightful king."
"The gods willed me to do so!" Octavian shot back.
"And the gods brought back Percy you power-hungry priest," Annabeth retorted. "Did your profession not satisfy your lust for gold, you greedy prophet?"
"You dare challenge a priest?" Octavian growled, stalking forward.
"Yes, I do," Annabeth said, stepping forward herself.
Percy watched her with a mixture of admiration and her. He had been wrong about her. She might be as clever as Penelope, but she fought like an Amazon.
"Hades called," Annabeth said. "He wants a new tapestry. I think your hair will do."
Annabeth lunged foeward and chopped off some of Octavian's flaxen hair with the knife she held in her hands. He shrieked as his light-colored locks fell to the ground.
Percy used this distraction to kick Octavian in the stomach. Octavian doubled over and Nancy ran towards him. While she struggled to help him up, Percy lunged at her and warded her off. Annabeth pinned down Octavian and struggled to keep him still. Octavian kicked and writhed and struggled against Annabeth's grip.
    He suddenly shot upward and in that moment, Annabeth moved the knife in her hands to protect herself. It connected with his neck and he fell to the ground, choking on his own blood.
     "You may have killed me," Octavian hissed as he died, "but you will never rule Ithaca again!"

I got tagged. I've never done this before despite being tagged before, so here goes nothing.
1) Do I have a crush?
Not right now. I have had before and they never go well because my type is smooth talkers possessed by Satan, so of course they never notice or like an awkward redhead like me.
2) Middle name?
Elise
3) Height
~5'3.5 (everyone calls me short lol)
4) Shoe size
5 1/2 wide (or 4 1/2 in boy's shoes)
5) Eye color
Blue
6) Last time I cried
I haven't cried as much recently. Maybe a couple weeks ago?
7) Biggest fear
Losing the ones I love (in any way, but death most of all).
8) Last song you listened to
The Prophet's Song by Queen.
9) Last person you texted
My sister!
10) Favorite app
Wattpad!
I'm gonna tag RachelLesch and dismallove.