Percy Jackson's Last Breath

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P A R T 1

Percy breathes steadily as his eyes scanned the empty camp. He knew that his plan is risky, but anything is better than letting his loved ones die. He tried to rack his brain for ideas as to how he was going to trick Ananke. He knew somewhat that he had to act the way he did before; which was being unbothered and aloof.

A bit nervous now, he started to walk aimlessly through the camp. He didn't care much as to where he was going. Him wandering around helped him think. He pondered on how to get in contact with Ananke. He didn't even know if Ananke was going to check in on him or show up. But seeing as how he has never once met her, her showing up seemed almost ridiculous. Taking a look at his surroundings, he noticed that he was walking towards the pavilion. A soft smile began to form on his lips as he reminisced the good old days.

"Is it done?" Incredibly startled out of his stupor, Percy stopped in his tracks as he processed the familiar voice that was coming from his head. Inhaling a sharp breath, Percy cleared his mind and face of any traces of thoughts or emotion. Staring straight ahead, he answers her in a cold tone. "It's done." Her evil, joyful laugh rung inside his head. Trying his best to ignore the feelings of disgust and hatred toward the woman, Percy remained still. Once her taunting laughter stopped, she tells him, "I believe it is time for me to congratulate you on a job very well done, Perseus." Puzzled, Percy wondered what she meant by that.

"Is this the camp?" Unlike before, her voice sounded so clear and so close. Almost.. as if she were actually here. Eyes widening from the shock, Percy spun around to come face-to-face with the one and only; Ananke.

She was a tall, olive-skinned woman. Her dark brown curls reached all the way down to her small waist, and at the top of her head held a thin gold crown. Her skinny body was covered in a white toga with a light blue, almost translucent skirt. Her oval-shaped face held sharp brows above her hazel eyes. Her high cheek bones were sprinkled with freckles and her lips were thin and pink.

After taking in her almost-normal-looking appearance, he noticed a weird stick thing in her hand. It was a long, and rather thin black stick with a pointy spindle on the top of it. And at the very tip of the spindle, was a bright white string wrapped around it.

Out of all the hideous things he had imagined her to look like, this was not what he had in mind. Nowhere even close. She was just an above average-looking young woman. But then again, looks can be deceiving.

Quick on his recovery to not seem suspicious, Percy looked at her with boredom and masked his features. "Yes. This is camp half-blood."

Her face beamed with wonder as she looked around the place. "Camp half-blood." She scoffed. "It certainly does not live up to its name. How disappointing."

Ananke glanced back at Percy with a smirk. "I can see what you have done to the place. Can't say I'm not impressed."

Ignoring the chills that ran down his spine, Percy never broke his stare. Using her spindle stick sort of like a crane, even though she could walk perfectly fine on her own, she stalked closer to him. A playful look on her face, she stopped once they were an inch apart. "Now that this task of yours is finished, it's time for the next step."

Trying to seem uninterested, even though the back of his neck was beginning to sweat from restraining himself from asking too many questions, he asked her, "Which is?"