The Forgotten Hero (Book 1)

Chapter 21

I sat in my cabin, still dressed in the stupid white dress. When I bought it, I thought it was pretty, and I loved it. Now, for the second time, it was tattered. The cherry on top, the zipper was stuck. It was like Aphrodite didn't want me to wear anything else.

I took a deep breath, screaming as loudly as I could. I didn't care if anyone else heard me. I was frustrated and I needed to let some of it out.

I paced back and forth in my cabin, the lights on. I could finally see the whole cabin. It was a pretty shade of sea foam green, and was decorated with other sea themed decor, including a fountain of ocean water. The brass animals seemed added after the cabin was designed. They didn't quite fit, but they appeared to have sentimental value.

I glared at the second cabin in the room. The one with photographs next to it

I heard the door open and saw a person standing there. They meekly spoke. "It's light's out." They murmured.

I snapped. I didn't know this person, but I was just done. "Leave. Now." I glared at them. I needed to do some thinking, and they were getting in the way of that.

They closed the door and I kept pacing.

I had the hemokinesis that powerful demigods had. So maybe Percy also had it. Maybe the manica was used to help children of Poseidon gain that power in general. Maybe once you used the manica enough you just developed the power. I could barely control the water but I was still "powerful" enough to bloodbend.

Percy was one of the most powerful demigods to ever exist, and I hadn't heard anything about him using those powers. Then again, I didn't even get the chance to know him. Because Hera separated us. I wanted to know why she separated us. And I wanted to know if my mother still knew who I was. If Hera could take away Jason's memories, then could she take away a mortal's?

And Jason. I had forced him to come to life again. I made the blood flow through him until he was alive again. It was against all nature, and it felt right at the time, but what if I made the wrong choice? Hades was the god of the dead. If anything, one of his children should be able to decide if someone dies, but I had just forced him to live. Did Hades approve, or did I just get another god to dislike me?

I kept pacing until the sun rose. I glared out the window at the skyline.

I heard a knock on my door and I turned. The door carefully opened and Jason walked in. "We have a meeting in--" He snorted. "Why are you still wearing that?"

I glared at him. "I can't get it off." I turned back to look out the window.

"Did you get any sleep?" He asked, sitting on my bunk.

"Doesn't matter."

"Why are you in a bad mood?" He chuckled.

I didn't answer, staring out of the window.

He came up behind me and grabbed me by the waist. "C'mon, Pepper, why are you in such a bad mood?" I still didn't answer. He swung me around in a circle. "Are you gonna tell me?"

"No." I laid limp in his arms.

"Okay, well, will you explain what you said to me before with Porphyrion?"

I crinkled my nose at the name, before realizing what he had said. I blushed.

"What was it?" He chuckled again.

"Nothing." I blushed deeper.

"Oh c'mon. I won't make fun of you." He spun me around again. I knew this was all an attempt to make me less mad, but I really didn't want to tell him.