The Guardian Chronicles

Chapter 13

Percy's POV

I went underwater to visit Tyson in the Cyclops forge. When I arrived, I was stopped by two merman with spears. "Halt! State your business or leave!" One of them shouted. "BROTHER!" A voice bellowed from inside. The guards turned around to find Tyson charging at me, crushing in a bear hug and lifted me up. "Brother! I missed you!" I weakly patted his back. "Yep, me... too... can't breathe..." He dropped me and turned to the guards. "He's with me." Tyson exclaimed proudly. The guards recognized my face and stood aside. "My apologies, Lord Perseus." Then he turned towards Tyson and did a slight bow. "General Tyson."

"No need the 'lord' stuff, just call me Percy." I said as I swam into the forge. I heard the doors slam shut behind me as Tyson began to talk. "Brother, I heard that happened in camp. Sorry." He looked down with his one eye in sympathy. I patted his shoulder to reassure him. "No worries. It's all settled, well most of it." Tyson went back to his cheerful self. "So, what do you need?" He asked me. "You know that Zeus and Hera's wedding anniversary is in 6 days, I need you and the other Cyclopes to build something. I need you guys to build a medium sized globe that give off energy signals so that it can track monsters and demigods."

Tyson thought about it for a while. "Okay! Anything for my brother. Next time if we have to fight, let's blow up some stuff again! It's fun!" I laughed. "Deal." Then a conch horn blew. "It's lunch break now! Stay here!" He exclaimed and ran to a room where the Cyclopes were getting food. He came back out with two humongous jars of peanut butter. "Peanut butter?" He offered as he grabbed a spoonful of peanut butter and stuffed it in his mouth. He happily gave one jar to me while munching away on his. The peanut butter of course, not the jar...

"Thanks." I said taking the jar. "I need to go now. See you next time, Tyson!" I replied, swimming back up to the shore.

~6 days later~

We were getting ready for the party and told Tyson to send the present by Hermes express. (A/N I'm not that good at clothes so just bear with me) I dressed in a black tuxedo with a dark blue tie. I walked to Artemis's room and knocked the door. She opened the door and my jaw dropped. She was in a knee length silver dress with it just covering her knees. (Don't know why but I like the word kneecaps. It's kinda satisfying some how, especially the memes) I gawked at her while she crossed her arms. "Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies." I quickly shut my mouth and kissed her on the cheek.

I heard a rough cough and turned around to see the hunters at the door. After a while, they had gotten quite used to Artemis's relationship with me. "I would love to see you two together but we've gotta go." Thalia said, tapping her wrist. "Alright then, let's go." I replied and Artemis flashed us out. We arrived at Olympus and saw that everyone was in fancy attire. Even Jack had shoes, but I could tell he did not look comfortable with them as he keeps rubbing it against his legs once in a while.

A song started playing as everyone started to dance. I turned towards Artemis and bowed, offering my hand to her. "May I have this dance, milady?" I asked with my lopsided grin. She grinned and took my hand. "Yes you may." I wrapped one arm around her waist and another holding her hand. Her head rested on my chest as we danced. While the song played, the only thing I could think of was her. If Annabeth wasn't the one, then it is her. It must be her. I couldn't hear the music at all, just her.

I turned my head and saw Jack sitting at the food table, catching up with Chloe. His head turned to me and he grinned, giving me a two thumbs up. I smiled back and stopped dancing when the music stopped as well. Apollo stood up on stage and yelled out. "All right. Next we've got karaoke, so... who wants to sing!" The whole crowd cheered. "Okay, and the lucky singer is..." he scanned the crowd until his eyes landed on me. He gave me a crazy smile while I shook my head vigorously. "Percy Jackson!" He shouted as I grumbled. "C'mon! Get on. Your singing shouldn't be that bad."