The Adversary_(A Percy Jackson fanfiction)

|Seventh Sin|

"Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell on this earth forevermore
Said, I walk beside the still waters and they restore my soul
But I can't walk on the path of the right because I'm wrong"

-Through The Valley-

In the dim litted emergency room, the seven huddled againts each other surrounding a creaking hospital bed. The wheels on its four legs, as everything else in the camp, was utterly drenched. It makes a creaking sound everytime a subtle movement as easily as breathing took place. Not only was it disturbing, it made the others felt a migraine coming by how much toll it takes to their water-filled ear drums.

Beside them, half the walls of the room were tored open by the massive flood the day before. Big puddles of water lay out on the floor showing their defeated reflections. Thalia kicked hers many times after Percy's dissapearence. She felt she could have done better managing all this. She felt if she was more attentive perhaps all of this may never happened.

"Thalls," Feeling another person's warmth on her tightly fisted her hand, prieing them open slowly, Thallia look up to see her brother calling out to her,

"Calm down." Jason said, making a small smile. It was a tired smile, Thalia knew that.

Jason was the main person managing the aftermath of the flood. His relentlessnes in staying afloat was a major contribution in upping the spirit of others. The constant yell to keep being awake made the others aware of the dangers by falling asleep in the large body of water.

"Fine," Thalia struggled to say, mouth tasted sour with all the things she kept in. Slowly, she released her fist and took a deep breath in order to calm herself.

"I'm calm.. for now." She succeded in taming her rampaging heart.

"Good." Jason sighed. "At least, something is still right after all this."

True, if they so far as look around the camp within one spin of their eyes, not a thing is right with all of this.

Camp half blood isn't even a camp anymore. Its a rundown flat of land, with 11 crumbling buildings, water damping the ground making mud as its surface, and three hundreds children to teenage demigods lottering around in a scrambled pattern. Either soaking within their clothes while walking to a drier area, or sitting on the mud with their heads propped up, about to have an awful cold.

"It scares me how much damage could be done by one person." Piper put in. She was removing Annabeth's bandage and replacing it with a new one. Her hair was in the occasional tied up ponytail she rarely used. "

"Um- Percy didn't fight us you know," Leo slapped the right side of his head countless times, trying to get the water out of his ears, "He just made us drown for, i don't know, a day and a half before the gods finally picked up on what's going on."

"Your point, Leo?" Piper deadpanned.

"Well, we didn't 'fight' him. We just fought with a big flood of water." Leo shrugged after he finished. "You can't win againts nature, right?"

Leo made one good conclusion, the others relized. Maybe its not because Percy is stronger that they lost. Maybe its because of their lack of preparation regarding their opponent. Percy's nature is water and being a skilled person in controlling it, its logical to push his enemy into a territory within his advantage, which is drowning them in water.

"Yeah, but i don't think i could win againts him one on one either," Frank coughed.

"You won't be! We have each other and Percy! We'll win the next one for sure!" Leo replied, "Percy's just.. he just didn't know he still has us"