Riptide

Chapter 16

Nico POV

Percy hadn't made it through the night.

Straight after the fight Captain America had picked up Percy bridal style and ran him to the infirmary. The Apollo cabin and Bruce had tried to stabilise him as best they could, but the blade had sliced his heart, and the acid burned too deep. He died later that night. I felt it.

Erin was okay. She had been knocked out during the fight with the silver-eyed boy and now has a large gash on her head. She survived.

Everyone blames themselves but it's my fault that he died. I could have shadow travelled to him and stop the blade, or I could have just stuck by his side during the fight. Everyone's telling me that it isn't my fault, that it's theirs, but they wouldn't understand, would they? A few blame Apollo, for not arriving to save him. No one knows where he is.

The Avengers will leave in a few days. A day after the coffin will be burned and two after they get their new weapons. Thor had been disappearing a lot, though most believe he'd been raiding Dionysus's wine supply. A few asked Thor if Percy was eligible for Valhalla, but he wasn't. His death wasn't a sacrifice and he wasn't holding his sword.

So we sat, and waited, for some miracle to come along and help us.

Unknown POV

"Is it done?"

"Yes, my lord. Left with a hole in his chest and acid coursing through his leg."

"Good."

The six Drykani stood in front of Tartarus. None of them were badly injured, only cuts and bruises speckled their skin. Tartarus sighed and turned back to the battle board. Perseus Jackson was dead. His plan could now go on unhindered. Slowly, all of the Drykani left except the one with red eyes.

"What?"

The Drykani stepped forward, "My lord, what if we were able to bring Perseus onto our side?"

"And how would you say we did that? He is dead. You can't bring someone back from the dead."

"The Norse do it all the time in Valhalla. We can use one of their spells."

Tartarus looked up from the board. He liked the sound of this already. A plan already started to form in his head on how they could do it. Yes, it could work.

"Then we'd use the same techniques that the son of Athena, Zola used in the Second World War. Brainwashing, torture, the works. Imagine the power we'd have." Said the Blood-eyed boy. Tartarus nodded.

"Our very own Winter Soldier."

"Precisely."

"Good job, Boy. Now go get your brothers and sisters. We've got a kidnapping to plan."

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A/n Hi, sorry for the very short chapter.