Percy and Annabeth have just returned from Tartarus and they both are struggling with being out and about on the Argo II. With the seven only a week away from facing Gaia in Athens, Gaia will do anything to slow them down. The seven are faced with their worst memories and secrets will be revealed as they journey throu...
"Percy!" A panicked voice calls, sounding like it's not the first time they said his name. "Are you okay?" Percy stills, not sure what to say. His mouth opens and then closes again and his gaze flies to a scar running down his arm. "Time heals all wounds." He shrugs, a casual gesture, though the creases around his eye...
the war was over. his friends were safe. that's all Percy cared about. maybe he could get some peace and quiet for once. boy, was he wrong. Harry was exhausted. what he really needed was a nice vacation away from all the publicity. he never thought he'd get it, even though if it was to new York to find Perseus riddle...
Percy is a tool. I'm not being rude. He is literally a tool. Used and broken by the gods, then thrown away, to places where nothing thrives but the darkness. Annabeth is dead. So are the rest of the Seven. So, naturally, Percy assumes that he can get some time off. Get his mind out of the dark places that have been...