Son Of Darkness

Chapter-10

The next two days flew by in a blur. The Hephaestus and Vulcan cabins pulled all nighters, and soon there was an entire fleet of ships and other transport machines ready and waiting for the demigods to use.

The two groups got along remarkably well, and soon became indistinguishable from each other.

Only Octavian and a few of his more loyal followers didn't get along with the Greeks. But that didn't matter much, Reyna had gained control once again over the legion, and Octavian had been cast to the side and out of the way.

Leo worked tirelessly on the Argo II, making repairs and giving it fancy new upgrades.

The rest of the seven worked on stacking up on supplies and training the other demigods as much as they could in the two days that they had.

By the night before they were scheduled to leave, everything was in order and the camp was quiet.

Waves lapped at the shore not far from the cabins, and only the sound of Percy's hellhounds' snores broke the silence.

In Percy's mind, though, all was not peaceful.

He was in the middle of one of his nightmares. They circled and haunted his mind, and he was usually able to wake himself up before he could wake anybody else up. But tonight's nightmare was one of the worst he had ever gotten.

He was reliving the vision that Moros had shown him. Annabeth struggled in the big meaty hand of one of the giants. Percy couldn't tell which one. It didn't matter. All he could see were her eyes. Her beautiful stormy eyes which were shining with desperation, she caught sight of him and they lit up with hope just before the giant brought its sword to her throat and it was cut.

Blood ran down the giant's hand and arm, and within a second of it happening, Annabeth was gone.

Hanging limp and cold as a dark feminine voice seemed to come from everywhere.

Gaea.

Anger, white and hot, bloomed in the depths of his chest and soon turned into pure hatred.

He tried to yell out in a combination of both grief and anger, but nothing would come out.

The scene in front of him froze, and yet he still couldn't move. Stuck in his place and forced to stare at Annabeth's body.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he sobbed. His grief running so deep it was almost palpable.

Back at camp, a storm was brewing. Waves crashed on the beach almost viciously, and wind whipped around as a gathering hurricane began to build off shore.

Poseidon was on the beach, looking out at the stormy water with a blank expression on his face.

He could feel the great amount of pain in the ocean's actions, and knew that it could only come from Percy. He wanted nothing more than to run to his cabin and comfort him. And yet, his friends' words still echoed in his head.

"He doesn't want to be bothered. So leave him alone!".

As soon as he had felt the ocean's turmoil he had awoken and come here. But he could hear the sound of other cabin doors opening behind him and knew that the other gods and demigods had now been awaken by the noise.