by slippingunder (skinman) | English | Words: 83,598 | Chapters: 8/15 | Comments: 238 | Kudos: 1,373
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus
On Percy's sixteenth birthday, stood before the Olympians; he never followed the line of Athena's gaze, never saw Annabeth's stricken face after he was offered godhood, and so his impulsivity got the best of him. At that moment, overcome with guilt and fear, he thought only of all the lives he might save if he were more powerful.
Thalia fell into step beside her. “This isn’t supposed to be your job anymore.”
“Yeah, I thought that was the deal too,” Annabeth agreed.
“I don’t like the sound of it, this prophecy. Seven? When has seven ever been a good number for a quest? And only demigods. Giants can only be defeated by gods and heroes together. How do they expect seven demigods to defeat them? The gods are fracturing and we all know its only going to get worse.” Then a thought seemed to occur to Thalia, and her jaw went slack.
Annabeth could see Thalia had caught up. They both knew they were thinking of the same person, Annabeth could see it in her sister’s eyes; the image of a god that was purely Greek, undivided, with every reason to be involved in the progress of a demigod’s prophecy. They both knew he was sure to involve himself one way or another, he wouldn’t be able to help himself.
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