·˚ ༘₊·➳ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋
༊*·˚ {𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍}
❝𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂.❞
Guided by prophecies and driven by the fate of the world, the daughter of the sun and the son of the sea uncover the...
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COMPARED TO MOUNT OLYMPUS, MANHATTAN WAS QUIET. Friday before Christmas, but it was early in the morning, and hardly anyone was on Fifth Avenue. Argus, the many-eyed security chief, picked up Percy, Aurora, Annabeth, and Grover at the Empire State Building and ferried them back to Camp through a light snowstorm.
The Long Island Expressway was almost deserted. As they trudged back up Half-Blood Hill to the pine tree where the Golden Fleece glittered, they half expected to see Thalia there, waiting for them. But she wasn't. She was long gone with Artemis and the rest of the Hunters, off on their next adventure.
Chiron greeted them at the Big House with hot chocolate and toasted cheese sandwiches. Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about their strange encounter with the magic of Pan. Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.
Percy, Aurora, and Percy sat with Chiron and some of the other senior campers – Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, and the Stoll brothers. Even Clarisse from the Ares Cabin was there, back from her secretive scouting mission.
They knew she must've had a difficult quest because she didn't even try to pulverize Percy. She had a new scar on her chin, and her dirty blonde hair had been cut short and ragged like someone had attacked it with a pair of safety scissors.
"I got news," she mumbled uneasily, "Bad news."
"I'll fill you in later," Chiron said with forced cheerfulness. "The important thing is you have prevailed. And you two have saved Annabeth!"
Annabeth smiled at Aurora and Percy gratefully.
"Luke is alive," Percy said, "Annabeth was right."
Aurora lowered her head down. After Percy told her about what his father told him about Luke... she didn't know what to feel.
Annabeth sat up, "How do you know?"
Percy told her what his dad had said about the Princess Andromeda.
"Well." Annabeth shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "If the final battle does come when Percy is sixteen, at least we have two more years to figure something out."
Percy had a feeling that when she said 'figure something out', she meant 'get Luke to change his ways', which annoyed him and Aurora even more.
Chiron's expression was gloomy. Sitting by the fire in his wheelchair, he looked really old. He was really old, but he usually didn't look it.
