Take a breather

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Hey guys. (And gals)

This chapter is helping me go into the next chapter so I guess you could call this a filler chapter.

I'm sorry for not updating lately, but school got in the way.

It is nice to be writing again. It really is, and I hope you enjoy.

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Dark.

It was an eerie thing to feel, with being around noise for so long silence is unsettling.

I can't explain it, but I felt everywhere, yet nowhere. I was in limbo, but I knew exactly where I was.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but like Tartarus, time moved differently. And then suddenly, I wasn't there anymore. Instead, I was walking through a corridor. It looked oddly familiar. Then I suddenly remembered. It was Olympus's family-reunion room. And yes, it is as big as it sounds. Of course, it was never completely used, like, ever.

Grandpa Kronos, Uranus, the Titans, Gaia, the Giants, and a bunch more 'non-Olympus' will probably never attend a family reunion. In fact, I don't know why it was made in the first place.

I was walking along with three glowing figures, one glowing pink, and two glowing red. One of the red ones was more angry, while the other one was more gentle and careful. It was quite obvious who they were. They were Ares, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus. I could only see the backs of their heads, so I walked up alongside them. Their expressions were sad, and they didn't seem to be thinking in the present with a far-away look in their eyes.

"Where might you be going?" I asked them, but they continued walking and ignored my question, so I repeated the topic. When they again ignored me, I opened my mouth to raise my voice at them but realized that we were no longer alone.

Glowing figures crowded the hall around us. All carrying the same distant look in their eyes. There was no chatter, the only sound was their feet stepping on the stone tiles of the floor. Every one of them was carrying a light of some sort, let it be a candle, lantern, or raw flame. There was a light-blue flash and I saw that it was coming from Zeus's hand, obviously, he was using his lightning as his light source. My face brightened at the prospect of seeing my father again, and I maneuvered my way through the crowd in his direction.

He happened to be at the front of the line, leading it. Always leading my father is. I walk alongside him and just stare at him, waiting to see how long before he realized I was starring at him.

The silence continued all the way through the corridor, without anyone talking, without Dad meeting my eyes. So I decided to break the silence. I opened my mouth to take a breath, to speak to my father, to voice the questions crowding my mind. But then I realized something.

Something that stopped me in my tracks.

I opened my mouth again, trying to take a breath, to calm my racing heart.

Or lack thereof.

I can't breathe. My heart isn't beating.

What's going on?

I should be dead! I need to breathe!

I opened my mouth, trying desperately to fill my lungs with air. I was panicking, That last thought going through my head, over and over.

I should be dead.

I should be dead.

I should be dead.

I need to breathe!

Then I stopped. I should be dead. I was sure that if my heart was beating, my next thought would have stopped it.

I am dead.

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Your welcome for this, but I actually already wrote most of the next chapter so it should be soon before the next one.

The only problem is getting to it.

And here's thanks to 'Franzieletric' for the favorite. I know I say this a lot, but I really appreciate it.

I hope you're having a good day and keep smiling!

-Jkoo7

P.s.

'Violets are blue,

Roses are red,

Nico buys happy meals for the dead.'

That just made my day and it makes me smile.

I'm totally going to put that on every Valentine's note I give out.

(Cue evil Percy Jackson laughter)

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