Reading the Legacy of Asgard

Chapter Twenty-Two

Everyone walked back into the Throne Room and took their seats as Artemis held up the book again. "Who wants to read?"

"I will." 

"Ch. 22"  Sigrun read.

Thud

Thud

Thud

Percy tried to drown the noise out of his mind. He had never been so tired in his short yet stressful life. His body begged him for rest, to sleep for just another day... or two.

Thud

Thud

Thud

His hands went to his ears, desperate for silence so he could rest. His only thoughts were focused on sleep, he needed it, it felt like it had been days.

Thud

Thud

He jolted up, a furious expression on his face. He looked around for whoever or whatever was making that insufferable ruckus and depriving him of his much needed rest.

Then his face went slack. He looked around and became utterly confused as to where he even was. Slowly his mind seemed to come into focus, remembering the final moments in Tartarus. He looked around for Reyna frantically before stopping when he noticed the beautiful woman seated in a throne.

"Is that who I think it is?" Eir asked.

"Yup,"

"I'm surprised she didn't kill you."

"Me too." Percy told them. The gods and other demigods looked on confused. The Norse demigods figured it out when Percy and his mothers started talking. They were surprised that she didn't kill him as well.

His mothers smiled before Sigrun continued to read.

His memory seemed to be poking him, trying to make him remember where he was. The room did look vaguely familiar but not somewhere he knew well. Then again, he wasn't surprised since this place looked like a palace and he hadn't exactly grown up on Olympus. This also wasn't Olympus. He had seen the throne room on Olympus and it was put to shame by the place he was in now.

The woman cleared her throat loudly, breaking Percy from his musings.

He looked at her confused, positive he had never met her before.

"No, I suspect you wouldn't recognize me Percy Jackson." She said in a cold tone.

Percy took another look at her. She had the most beautiful golden hair he had ever seen; startling green eyes, a lithe, athletic body covered in light armor. In her hand was a spear that she began to tap against the floor, a look of impatience evident on her face.

"Yeah, definitely wondering why she didn't kill you." Byrnhildr commented, causing Percy to roll his eyes.

"You'd miss me." Percy sassed.

"In your dreams maybe," She shot back.

"Sure." Everyone who was watching them go back and forth like a tennis match noticed the smirks on their faces and knew they were teasing each other.

"Oh shit." Percy muttered as realization dawned on him.

The woman smirked a little at his look, "I see you finally figured it out."