Percy Jackson's Last Breath

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C L U E L E S S

Days have passed and the camp continued to grow unsteady. Perseus's terroristic attacks had stopped suddenly and there has been no sign of him yet. Annabeth was sure that there was a reason behind his silence and his absence, as does everyone else.

"We have to be prepared in case of an attack. At this point we know absolutely nothing and I'd much rather be safe than sorry." Clarisse told the cabin leaders. Chiron sighed heavily and nodded his head in agreement. Annabeth chewed on her bottom lip, anxious to find out the truth of what has been happening and why.

"What I don't understand is why Perseus would even feel the need to do this," stated Leo. Exasperated, he stared at the table in front of him and said, "If he was 'empty of emotions' per se, why is it that he thinks that murder is the way to go?" Grover flinched at his bluntness from the use of the word 'murder'.

Annabeth glanced at him, "Perhaps because of how he was cursed. There is no logical explanation behind any of this Leo. We are completely and utterly clueless right now. We don't even know anything about how or why he was sent here by some other unknown person."

Leo played with his hands and stayed silent. Annabeth shut her eyes, tired of feeling so restless and useless. Why can't they just figure it out already? Why can't they save Percy?

The quiet room was suddenly interrupted. "AH!" cried out Noimo. Everyone looked at him, wondering what in the world he was so alarmed about. Noimo stared at them with a wide eye. His mouth agape, he gasped as he spluttered foreign sounds and words. He waved his hands and moved his body, trying really hard to get a point across to them. But unfortunately, no one could understand him.

Jason grabbed his shoulder, "Hey, hey. Calm down. It's okay. What's wrong? Should we call someone to translate?" Noimo, already on the verge of having an anxiety attack right in front of them, wailed and nodded his head rapidly. Jason cooed at him, "Okay, okay. Travis, Connor," they both stood up from their seats and waited for his request, "go get someone. Anyone. Who can translate. Mainly your dad. But anyone will do." They both nodded and quickly rushed out of the room.

Noimo slumped back into his seat and held his head in his hands as he sobbed tearlessly. Taken aback by his new behavior, Annabeth got out of her chair and kneeled next to him. She gently caressed his hands that were seemingly trying to crush his skull and was able to calm Noimo down slightly. "There you go, Noimo. Breathe. It's okay. Breathe."

The door suddenly bursted open and Travis and Connor were panting in the doorway. "We talked to our dad via iris message and he said he was on his way." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm surprised that he's able to come. All the gods and goddesses are busy in Rome and Greece, trying to alleviate the damages that were done by Perseus." Clarisse told them, looking shocked and concerned.

"Yeah, we figured that he knew it was an emergency." said Connor, still trying to catch his breath.

Noimo had finally calmed down a bit when Hermes appeared in the middle of the room without warning. He wore his usual outfit, but his face was ashen and exhausted. "What am I here for? Has to be quick or Zeus won't like that I've been gone too long."

Annabeth stood up and begged him, "Could you please translate everything that Noimo says? It's important." Hermes looked between her and Noimo and nodded his head. Noimo glances at him and began to talk. Everyone waited impatiently for Hermes to translate but he didn't until Noimo had finished speaking.