My name is Tyrael not Percy

Thank You

Tyrael's P.O.V.

I fly higher and higher into the sky, away from the camp, away from my brothers and sisters and away from the pain that the memories bring. Where can I go? Do I need to do anything? Wait I know, I need to thank Artemis. She saved Nico when he ran from camp so I needed to tell her how grateful I am. "Arty!" I sing. "Arty where are you?" I hear a flap of wings behind me and see Xano flying after me. It won't be good if she stops me, she will want to come and see her old mistress. I fly faster.

It takes me about 10 minutes before I can see the glow of a campfire. I tuck my wings into my sides and shoot down directly at the place where I sense Artemis' aura. "Wheee!" I scream. Then I crash through the silver tent and land in a heap on a rug on the floor. "Get off me boy!" shouts the rug. Oops, not a rug. "Sorry Arty." I sing. Isn't singing fun? It sounds so nice and I like when I sing Artemis' name so I do it again. "Arty, Arty, oh how she loves to party." I giggle.

"Who are you?" she growl. Damn, she looks cute when she's angry. "I'm Tyrael, son of Chaos, Archangel of Justice, Loyalty, Darkness and Revenge." She bows. I facepalm. "You don't bow to friends Arty." She stands and has a puzzled look on her face. I take of my white cloak and stand in front of her. I cross my arms. She takes in my appearance, black armour, black mask and the design on it. Realisation dawns on her when she sees my unruly black hair. "Percy!" She cries and pulls me into a hug. "Uhh aren't you supposed to hate all boys?" I ask her. It's weird, the second she hugged me I felt my mind mend and I felt more down to earth. I felt sane. "I'm allowed to hug my friend aren't I?" She asks me. I grin and nod. Then she pulls off my mask, and jumps back in fear.

Artemis' P.O.V.

I'm so happy Percy's back I think as I hug him. I need to be sure though so I step back and pull off his mask. In shock I jump back. Poor Percy. His eyes are hollow and outlined in swirling scars of waves and lightening. His entire face is a swirl of scars. Oh his mouth. It's been cut at both sides to look like a happy smile. It turned out a jagged, menacing grin with lines crossing over like stitches but they were also scars. "What happened?" My voice is shaking with fury and sadness. "The Olympians happened. All except you, Hades, Hestia and Hera. Your brother didn't actually do anything but he did watch." He answers.

His voice sounds different from before. It was all floaty and happy, it almost sounded as if he was crazy. Oh no. He can't be, can he? Now it sounds down to earth and cracked, as if someone had sliced his mouth open. Oh wait. My family did. My twin.

I hear more wings beating and see two identical looking angels. The only difference was one was more feminine looking. They hid their facial features and hair colour under their black cloaks and white masks, the exact opposite of Percy or Tyrael. "Xano! Vronti!" Greets Percy. In synch they pull of both hood and mask with a flourish. "Thalia? Jason?" My voice trembles. "Angels of Storms at your service Artemis," They say at the same time.

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