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Revenge. by darkarchangel2
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Percy Jackson was finally able to lay low and have a peaceful life for once. The war with Gaea and the Giants was over, and Percy was excited to have the chance to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend. Then everything comes crashing down. A new kid comes stumbling into Camp-Half-Blood, and the moment he lays eyes on the legendary son of Poseidon, he hated him. It didn't help that the new kid was claimed by Poseidon, making him Percy's half-brother. Rumours and lies started to circle Camp-Half-Blood. Lies about how Percy was a traitor to the Gods, that he was spying for the titans the entire time. It finally came to the point where Percy was driven out of camp. But he had to have some sort of parting words to the people who had driven him out of camp, right? Of course. Perseus Jackson's final words. "I'll be back. And this time, there would be no hero of Olympus to fight for you." Completed 07/03/18
Salt, Blood, and Silence by fangirl2312
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She wasn't invited onto the Argo II. She didn't ask permission. Alex has been part of Camp Half-Blood for years-known, but never fully understood. Quiet. Controlled. Dangerous in a way that doesn't need to be announced. When she steps onto the Argo in the middle of a fight and cuts down three monsters in seconds, the crew realizes just how much they've missed. Percy knows her. That might be the most unsettling part. As old tensions between Greeks and Romans threaten to fracture everything they've built, Alex moves through it all with unsettling calm-fighting when necessary, watching when it matters, and carrying something none of them can quite name. She doesn't seek attention. She doesn't explain herself. And she doesn't lose. But peace was never meant to last. And the deeper they go, the more the others begin to understand- some things aren't loud. Some things don't need to be. Some things are built in salt, blood... and silence.