Why am I me? - A Percy Jackson Fanfic

What has happened to you?

I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS, HEROES OF OLYMPUS, CANE CHRONICLES OR HARRY POTTER.

I can't imagine why pain he must be going through. He saved them all, he saved me and he never asked for anything in return. All he wanted was a little piece of peace. And love. He needed to be love. I think he didn't realise that fatal flaws are not meant to kill others. No they kill the hero. That's what loyalty is doing to Perseus. I could help. No, I will help.

'Attendant! Fetch Hecate for me! Now!'

My poor servant nearly jumped out if her skin. Now there is a sight you don't see every day. Quite funny actually.

'Lady Artemis. What can I do for you?'

'Ah, Hecate it's lovely to see you. I trust you are well. Good, good.'

In the most concise and unemotional way possible I explained what had happened to the goddes of Magic. Hecate replied in a somewhat shocked manner (she was surprised to hear what had happened and astonished that her child played a part in it) that she was melancholic but that she didn't know where she came into it. I smiled a slightly cunning smile and said: 'Do you think that school of yours might need a new teacher.'

'Oh it's perfect. DADA. But how would we do it? Would we abduct him?'

I smiled my smile again, 'I think we can persuade him. What else has he got to do?'

With that we left for the woods around Camp Half-Blood. We caught sight of Perseus holding Anaklusmos against his wrist. Fear flashed in my eyes. He wouldn't. I was about to cry out but Hecate stopped me, before knocking Perseus out with some Voodoo thing.

'Off to England we go!' Hecate and I had an evil glint in our eyes.