(Annabeth- )
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“At this rate, we’re going to run out of ambrosia,” Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. “How come I never get invited on these violent trips?”
Annabeth didn't answer, too preoccupied with studying the horseshoe-shaped mark on the back of her husband's-, no, boyfriend's head. Maybe she should have gone with them, after all. Or that's all she had been thinking since Piper showed up with the two unconscious demigods.
"Leo,” Piper said, “are we ready to sail?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Set course for Atlanta. I’ll explain later.”
“But…okay.” He hurried off.
Atlanta... They were still so far away from Rome, from Nico. The common knowledge part of her brain told her they wouldn't make it in time. She could only hope that wasn't true.
Nico had known everything that had happened. He had to have prepared for this...right? Or was this the beginning of the hellish end he had lived through?
"What hit Percy?" she finally asked. Because no, she was not going to let Percy Jackson die just yet. And the recovery depended on the injury.
"Blackjack."
"What?"
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(Percy- )
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Having a spirit possessing him was almost as bad as his nightmares that night.
First, he dreamed he was back in Alaska on the quest for the legion’s eagle. He was hiking along a mountain road, but as soon as he stepped off the shoulder he was swallowed by the bog—muskeg, Hazel had called it. But instead of choking in the mud, unable to see or breathe, he was swallowed by the ocean.
Percy had never been scared of water. It was his father’s element. But since the muskeg experience, he’d developed a fear of suffocation. But this, this memory, it wasn't just suffocation. It was drowning. It was the memory that had been haunting him ever since that day in Alaska.
Drowning. Sinking. Wreckage of a ship around him, other bodies strewn around. Something bright dancing on the surface, too far above. Maybe fire. Maybe something else. He didn't have long to contemplate it with the burning in his lungs and the panic of death settling in.
Then the scene changed.
He stood in a vast gloomy space like an underground parking garage. Rows of stone pillars marched off in every direction, holding up the ceiling about twenty feet above. Freestanding braziers cast a dim red glow over the floor.
Percy couldn’t see very far in the shadows, but hanging from the ceiling were pulley systems, sandbags, and rows of dark theater lights. Piled around the chamber, wooden crates were labeled PROPS, WEAPONS, and COSTUMES. One read: ASSORTED ROCKET LAUNCHERS.
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Death's Reason
FanfictionHades had warned him that some deaths shouldn't be stopped but he hadn't listened. At the time, Nico had had too much hope, too much confidence, too many heroic thoughts. When he chose to save Leo Valdez's life, the end of the world began. Through t...
