I'm going to do something unprecedented here, guys... update within a month of the last update. I know. I'm shocked too. 

Real quick- real early on in this chapter there's a real subtle comment that could be interpreted as a form of self-harm. I wanted to put a trigger warning just in case, even if it is slight. Love you all!

This is also... kinda intense? So heads up for violence and major whump.

Let's get to it.

Percy had underestimated how effective drugs were. 

True to his word, the man named Ward had left him to suffer as all of the medication they had pumped into his system cycled out of him. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but with time the numbness he'd grown accustomed to slowly faded into a dull ache. That would've been fine, but that eased into a slow, throbbing pain that started in his shoulder where he'd been shot and subsequently operated on and arched out down to his fingertips. It didn't help either that every turn of his head made him feel like he was on one of those teapot rides at the State Fair.

Dam concussions. Will would be so disappointed in him. He could already hear him passionately ranting about permanent brain damage. Percy didn't even think he'd gotten another one, but having his world flipped upside down had certainly aggravated his injuries of the past.

Gods, he'd kill for a square of ambrosia right now.

He could deal with it, though. It all honesty, he'd had worse- a sad admission, but true none the less. What hurt the most, really, was the heaviness in his chest in worry for Annabeth.

Percy hadn't exactly understood what the brooding man had meant by "incentive" program. He wasn't entirely sure he knew what incentive meant (cut him some slack, he was too busy trying to save the world to do vocabulary flashcards). But given the general evil-overlord vibe Grant Ward had exhumed, he took a wild leap of reason and assumed it wasn't good. 

He rubbed at his eyes with his good hand. Annabeth had to be okay. From how his captor explained it, she'd have to be, if they wanted any chance of a hold against him. He couldn't handle it if anything happened to her. He wasn't sure he could live without her- no, he knew he couldn't.

So he tried not to think about the very real possibility that they could have her killed. Not that she couldn't hold her own, but... usually he could too. And he was currently wallowing in misery on a mattress. She was alone, defenseless... she could die while he was moping around in a stupid lumpy hospital bed doing nothing-

He swallowed against the rush of panic that flushed through him at the thought. His hands clenched, feeling every muscle tense as he pushed himself back into the bed frame. He welcomed the resulting rush of pain as a distraction. 

With time he successfully steadied out his breathing, counting ceiling tiles and windows and chairs and his toes peeking out from the stale covers. But it didn't take long before his mind wandered again. Back to his girlfriend, back to Ward's words. "No powers," he had said. Percy rolled his eyes. These people were idiots if they thought Annabeth's only potential was as bait for him. He was insulted for her. If anything, she should be the one they were interested in. She was an incredible fighter and analyst. The best.

He wouldn't complain, though. If it meant she wouldn't get hurt- which he could only hope was the agreement for his 'compliance'- he'd be fine with it. If it'd keep her from getting hurt, he'd do anything.

The demigod recognized that that line of thinking could be a problem. That this organization, whatever they were, wanted to use him and his powers for evil- and if he 'complied,' he'd most likely be risking the lives of countless other innocent people. He'd never forgotten his argument with his girlfriend's mother what felt like so many years ago. He wasn't sure he could.

"Think, Percy. How has he manipulated you?

Your fatal flaw is personal loyalty, Percy. You do not know when it is time to cut your losses. To save a friend, you would sacrifice the world.

That is very, very dangerous."

Gods. How long ago was that? Four years? Five? They were only fourteen. Fourteen. Percy chuckled to himself. Man, he had thought life was hard then. To be fair, he had held up the entire freaking sky, which was quite a bit more strenuous than the average eighth grader's life. Not to mention the humiliation of being shorter than Annabeth. Still, he wondered what his past self would say if he shot back in time to pat himself on the back. "Hey, dude," he'd say confidently, with a breezy smile like Apollo's. 

"Who the heck are you?" Bite-sized Percy would snap with some semblance of a scowl. He was angry. At the gods, at himself, at everything. Not that current Percy wasn't, but years of experience had taught him how to handle it with more grace, how to hide it. 

"I'm you. I got some news- don't worry. You are the kid of the prophecy, but seriously, don't sweat it. Olympus doesn't burn, believe it or not. But then you'll get kidnapped as a literal pawn for the gods- remember Hera? You won't, because she takes your memory and drops you in the middle of the forest with this giant wolf. Then you fall into Tartarus- no no, don't worry about that either. You'll survive that too, somehow. Then you'll get kidnapped again! By the government, because, get this- it's funny, actually, really- they think you're a terrorist. Don't lose any sleep over that, either. Because Tartarus screwed you over so bad, you have this whole embarrassing little episode which makes them actually pity you and let you go. 

"Oh. Almost forgot to add one last bit, sorry. Then you'll get kidnapped by another super spy organization, except this one is evil and might want to kill you. "

He'd finish with a crazed grin. Maybe jazz hands, too, for added effect. 

Kid him would probably punch him. Maybe ask why he shouldn't just give up right then and there if that was his future. Swan dive off of Olympus, maybe, and spend the rest of his life as a grease spot in New York City. That's when he'd have to remedy the situation. "Hey, it's worth it, though. All of it."

Little him would be confused. He'd look up at his nineteen year old self with dark furrowed brows and lips drawn into a frown. His crossed arms wouldn't be as littered in the faded white scars he had now.

"Annabeth kisses you, twice! and then you finally get a grip and ask her out and she's the best thing that ever happened to you and she's your girlfriend and you fall so deep into love you can't think of anything beautiful without thinking of her. She says I love you too. And you're going to marry her- at least, you know you want to. If you can survive past college. "

Fourteen-year-old Percy would shit his pants. 

Modern-day Percy exhaled sharply through his nose at the hilarity of it all. Gods, he was so dense back then. Painfully awkward. So short. He was so glad puberty had kicked in and shot him up a few inches past Annabeth.

Athena was in his head again, her gray gaze calculating, burning the back of his eyes. "I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter."

He smirked. Yeah, he really took that one to heart, with all of their kisses and cuddling and that one night on the Argo... Guess he never really listened to anything the goddess said. 

He shifted unconsciously, sending red hot pain throughout his upper body. He groaned, but it didn't stop him from making the mistake only a minute later. He was bored, and fidgety, and anxious. The demigod wasn't made to sit still for longer than five minutes- his brain was literally hardwired against it.

(Shout out to ADHD).

Lucky for him, though, it was only a few minutes more before the door finally swung open. Ward strutted in, flanked by two burly men in black compression tops that did their best to accentuate every steroid enhanced muscle.

"Grant! You came back!" he called out as though they were old pals. "And you brought friends!"

The man cracked a cold smile. Percy noted that he was clad in the same outfit as before. "As promised. How are you feeling?"

Percy glanced down at the gauze wrapped around his shoulder. "Somewhere between getting hit by a truck and shot. All in all, never been better. You're so kind for asking."

Ward just stared at him with a bemused expression. His dark eyes looked almost black in the poor lighting. It made Percy uncomfortable, the tense silence. So he opened his mouth. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends here, Grant? It's only polite. Truthfully, I'm impressed. You didn't seem like the type to have friends."

He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. He was antsy. Antsy meant he was reckless with his words, and that meant dangerous. He needed Annabeth to slow him down.

Thinking of Annabeth only worked him up more, though.

But Ward didn't seem to be upset. "Oh, I'll allow you to get acquainted."

Percy didn't like the way he said it. Like everything was going according to some master plan. He definitely didn't like when he flicked his wrist in his direction and his 'friends' marched over to him, each grabbing him roughly under an arm. 

He knew what was coming next, and the small "Hey, wait," he said in protest did nothing to stop it. 

It was an ugly, tortured cry that escaped his lips when they yanked him out of the bed and onto his feet. He think they wanted to him to stand, but he was so overwhelmed with the instant agony in his shoulder that his mind completely blanked. He didn't know anything but pain. Every nerve ending screamed at full volume, overriding any memory of how to walk or stay upright. 

"Perseus, meet Agents Johnson and Chase." 

Ward smiled like he'd made a funny joke. Percy didn't hear. He was too focused on keeping himself from blacking out. His eyes watered, and as the agents adjusted their grip and he was forced to shut squeeze his eyes shut, a flurry of hot tears found their way down his cheeks. 

He'd felt stitches snap. That sucked.

There was more dialogue, but it floated past his ears. All he knew is that he was now being carried through the doorway and down a concrete corridor, his bare feet dragging along the ground. 

Some sort of instinct kicked in- he assumed it was the general ah Hades that hurts make it stop by whatever means necessary instinct- and he tried to fight out of their grip so he could escape, maybe to lie on the ground and not move for the rest of his gods damed cursed life. Adrenaline blurred his perception of pain, and somehow, through some series of well aimed kicks to the knees, the green-eyed teenager got the two bodyguards to drop him. 

He didn't get far, scuttling backwards with one good arm. They picked him right back up as though he was a scared kitten. The movement hurt worse than the first time, sending fresh waves of fire licking down his body. He screamed, in agony, in frustration. The broken noise filled the corridor hauntingly. He panted as they drug him through the echoes.

Grant Ward didn't even flinch.

He didn't remember shutting his eyes, but they snapped open when he heard buttons and whirring. "No," he begged, struggling to plant his feet as they pulled him into an elevator.  His toes bounced over metal. "No!"

"Shut up," the guard on his left grunted. Percy swung an elbow back into his chest. He might as well as elbowed a brick wall. The reverberations from the failed attack swept through his body like shock waves. He'd drank from the Phlegethon; now it felt like he'd injected it under his skin. Maybe it was in his bloodstream, pulsating through his veins with every rapid beat of his heart. Maybe Zeus had finally gotten fed up with him, and was frying him from the inside out. Like a microwave.

 His right side felt wet. He looked down, confused. He saw red. 

 The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a tub of water. A big silver one, like the ones they filled up at camp for the pegasi. A stock tank, he guessed. His head floated just out of the water, the rest of his body submerged. Usually that would freak him out- they'd been working on getting him comfortable with swimming again, which made him feel about as stupid as it sounded- but all of his brain power was focused on trying to figure out why the water was pink. Last time he checked, normal water wasn't pink.

He then realized it was just tinged red.

He struggled to get oriented. 

Percy had just figured out that he must have passed out in the metal box of death before brought to the room to heal when he heard someone calling his name. He looked up out of habit, blinking blearily. 

It was the dark haired asshole that had gotten him put here. Some insult tumbled out of his mouth, but it came out strained and clumsy in a pained daze, even as the water made quick work of his shoulder.  He didn't have the sense yet to wonder how the hell this guy knew the water would be able to heal him. Or, if he knew that, what else he knew.

Who else was in danger.

"I have to say, I'm impressed with your pain tolerance," he lifted a brow as he stared down at him. "I wasn't expecting you to make it past the first lift."

"I have to say," Percy breathed out, the water restoring his clarity. His feet found the bottom of the tank; he pushed his head out of the water completely, remembering offhandedly to will himself wet despite the temperature of the liquid being near freezing. "Not a big fan of your friends."

Ward chuckled. "No, I didn't believe you would be. That's okay. You'll have plenty of time to bond in training."

"Training."

"Training. If you're going to be a valuable asset, we'll need to know everything you can do. Teach you basic operative skills."

"I'll be no asset to you," Percy growled, green eyes flashing. 

The man swiped at the stubble under his pointed nose. His weathered hands came to rest in his pockets. "Oh, but you already are. For one, I can guarantee you that Coulson and his team are already scrambling to find you, if not his other two agents. But they know how'll dangerous you'll be on our side."

"I'm not on your side."

"Two," Ward continuing, ignoring him, "Your healing abilities will be fantastic in the field, once we harness it." He lifted his head at the agents crawling throughout the room. The two bodyguards from earlier (screw them) guarded a heavy metal door a few feet away. Two slim women in white lab coats watched something on monitors atop a table to his left, taking notes. With a start he met the sight of a camera above his head, a red blinking light indicating it was watching him.

He felt exposed. 

"It's incredible," one woman remarked, over at the desk."Progress like this-" she pointed at the screen with the end of her pen- "Would normally take at least two or three days, if not more."

Fury bubbled in his chest. They were talking about him. He was a lab rat. 

His hands found the edge of the tub. The demigod began pushing himself up, but only until his shoulder complained loudly. He dropped back down in surprise with a curse, not having expected it to hurt as much as it did. Anxiety rushed him. He didn't have time to sit and rest; he needed to find a way out and get Annabeth, then Daisy and Mack (who had apparently also been taken?). How bad had the wound been?

It was as though read his mind. "You were lucky. That bullet just missed bone. Only nicked an artery- could've bled out, if my men hadn't stepped in. They went in to repair muscle, some blood vessels. Though, with all your struggling, that might have been a waste of time."

Percy tried not to dwell on the phrasing of nicked an artery as though it was equivalent to stubbed a toe. Instead, he pointed out the hypocrisy in the statement. "Are you insinuating that it's my fault I'm injured?"

"You would be dead if it weren't for my men."

"Your men shot me."

"Against orders."

Percy laughed bitterly. "Against orders," he repeated incredulously.  He met the eyes of one of the scientists, who just stared at him as though he were a zoo animal. 

"Oh, fuck this." Before he could second guess himself, he was rising out of the water again.

Ward frowned. "Stay down."

"Or what? You'll shoot me again?" he gestured to his lazily bleeding shoulder. He stood dripping wet in the middle of the trough. "You know what, go ahead. Try and kill your 'valuable asset.' See how that goes for you."

Hydra head honcho shook his head, simply turning around to gesture to Dumb and Dumber at the door. "Go get her," he demanded. They nodded, immediately exiting the room.

Percy's eyes narrowed. His mouth soured.  "Don't touch her."

"Sit down."

"I don't need to be sitting in the water for this healing thing to work, okay? Lay off. Yeah, write that little fun fact in your stupid notebooks. Leave her alone."

Ward stepped forward, coming face to face with the demigod. "Perseus-"

"It's Percy, asshole."

He smiled tightly. "Perseus, I'm not sure you understand how this works. I'm no Coulson. I don't cater to my prisoner's needs. I get what I want, and you're going to learn to follow orders. It's simple: you listen, we won't touch your girlfriend. You don't? We'll let you listen while we find out how loud she can scream for you to come save her. And after all," he sneered, "I am the adult here. Didn't you mother teach you to respect authority? Sally seems like the type to enforce that sort of thing."

Percy couldn't help it. His vision went red (so much for controlling his anger).He spat at the man's contempt expression before his stomach dropped out from underneath him.

The water funneled out of the tank and into the idiot's chest, slamming him into the concrete wall so hard the room jumped. The scientists stood to restrain him, pulling out guns, but he was quicker. The current ripped their feet out from under them and churned the weapons into scrap metal. Percy pulled from sewer lines lining the wall, creating his own indoor hurricane. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized that this scene wasn't going to get him far, that he was still injured and surrounded by armed men in a building of which he had no knowledge of floor plans and escape routes. But the reminder that this son of a gun had just threatened his girlfriend and mom screamed louder that rationality. 

He kept marching, the storm circling around him.  "Grant, I'm not sure you know how this works," he glowered, feeling invincible. He was so mad he forgot he was supposed to be in pain. "I don't cater to anybody's needs. Especially not to people who threaten the people I love. You get that?"

Ward didn't answer. Probably because his mouth was being filled with a constant stream of water, and he was trying not to swallow any.

Percy made the water pull him off the wall before slapping him back into it for a second time. "Yeah, my mom taught me all sorts of manners, by the way," he swept his hand back to keep the scientists at bay, a wave pushing them down. The ocean roared in his ears. "Like respecting respectable people. Not arrogant dicks like you."

The door heaved open. The son of Poseidon immediately turned to launch a nautical attack towards Ward's 'friends' with their dumb two-sizes-too small shirts. The water splashed harmlessly to the ground when he realized that they had brought a guest. Everything around him died, sans the pumping of water out of the pipes in the corner of the room. 

Annabeth.

He was the only one standing amongst three nearly drowned agents who lay hacking their lungs up. He immediately rushed towards her.

Johnson and Chase raised their guns. 

"No," Ward choked, flipping himself onto his stomach. "Do not fire. Put the guns down. Put them down!"

Percy wasn't sure what game he was playing, but he couldn't find himself to care. His girlfriend frantically stepped towards him, grabbing his bare waist as he stumbled. 

"Your shoulder, Percy-"

"Not right now, Annabeth," he grunted, tucking her under his good arm. He frantically studied her, noting angrily that they had her in only a pair of linen pants and a high neck sports bra crop top thing. Not much different than him (sans the bra), granted, but everything was prone to peeve him off at the moment. An angry bruise lined her abdomen. A fresh one sat high on her cheekbone, darkening the skin under her eyes. 

His hands shook as they traced over her face. "Who did this?!" he demanded, turning to the bodybuilders. "Who did this?" Subconsciously, water pooled around their ankles. Pure adrenaline raced through his veins.

"Percy, you need to calm down," Annabeth hissed under her breath, tearing her eyes away from the bloody mess of his shoulder. The water was doing its best to seal up the gaping hole left by the bullet and whatever they had done to repair his shoulder, but the constant aggravation continuously erased any progress that it had made. She glanced over at movement in the corner. Ward, finding his way to his feet. He didn't seem fazed by the scene in front of him, which worried her. "It wasn't them, Percy-"

Her boyfriend ignored her, brushing past her to pull back and sock one of her escorts in the face. The man was three times the size of him; his retaliation sent Percy sprawling on the ground, defenseless as the agent stalked up for revenge.

"Dam it, Seaweed Brain!" she yelled in frustration, going after the big one he had attacked. She sent a strong kick to his nether region, triumphing when he fell to his knees with a curse. Percy, who had recovered, slammed a bare foot to his nose before sending a flurry of punches against him, as well as he could do with one functioning arm.

Annabeth went for the second big one while Percy had the other one occupied, sliding underneath his legs before springing up onto his back. Her hands reached around his neck, finding a pressure point. She grabbed at it desperately, cursing when her opponent rammed himself backwards into the wall in an attempt to get her off. She only held on tighter, attempting to wrap her legs around his thick frame for support as he kicked like a bull. 

He was down in ten very long seconds. 

She rolled off, breathing heavily from the exertion. She looked towards Percy to see if he needed help; she had just resigned herself to getting up to do so when he landed a solid hook. The man went limp. 

The raven haired teen tried to stand again but quickly wavered, the strain from controlling the water and his injury sending him crashing down all at once; Annabeth caught him as he faltered to the side, lowering him gently to the ground. His skin was slick with sweat and blood.

There was a slow clapping. 

"Impressive," Ward commented, somehow managing to look even more annoying soaked to the bone. A trail of water slipped off his chin, hitting the ground with a nearly inaudible splash. "A fantastic demonstration."

Annabeth furrowed her brows. How did he manage this cool facade after a scene like that? She'd expected him to be furious. 

She stood, meeting his height but keeping a steady hand on Percy's good shoulder to keep him grounded while he caught his breath. 

"If you consider demonstration a form of a royal ass-kicking, then sure," she quipped lowly while her boyfriend muttered a string of profanities under his breath. The blonde wasn't entirely sure if they were directed at Ward or the gross discomfort he had to be in, having just fought a man with a gunshot wound.

The former knelt down in front of him, casting a bored gaze at where Percy had a hand pressed tightly against the lesion in question at an attempt to stem the bleeding. His jaw clenched in hidden frustration. Annabeth glanced between them, not able to hide a smirk in her realization that Ward was furious. Embarrassed, at being overpowered by a teenager. 

He spoke lowly, so much so that Annabeth almost missed his words. 

"I made myself very clear, Jackson."

Percy glowered. "As did I." 

Ward rose to his feet. He looked somewhere over their heads and nodded. Annabeth squinted, turning her head to see what he was looking at. 

She had just barely acknowledged the two agents rushing forward towards them when there was a sudden burst of fire in her abdomen, the force sending her stumbling backwards. She balanced herself quickly, dodging Ward's next punch before parrying one with a cross at his stomach. He smiled at her raised hands by her face. 

He attempted to swipe at her legs, but she quickly sidestepped before aiming a jab at his jaw. He quickly returned the favor, pain blossoming by her collarbone. She could hear Percy's cries of protest behind her, but didn't dwell on them long. She was trying not to get her head taken off by this jerk.

Adrenaline kept her reflexes sharp while fist after fist was thrown at her. Her chest heaved when she attempted to launch Ward backwards with a well aimed kick to the abdomen, instead only tweaking her ankle when he didn't move. He was incredibly well-trained and well-practiced. 

But she was too. 

She refused to be distracted by the growing commotion behind her, praying Percy could hold his own. She assumed he was by the occasional bursts of water being thrown into her attacker's face, giving her an advantage. While she was keeping up with his movements, she wasn't sure she'd even be able to get in a finishing shot. He was too balanced, too calculated. 

It was her heart that caused her to slip up in the end. She'd been gaining the advantage over the heavier man, somehow- pure rage fueled strategy, she supposed- when a gods awful scream of agony from Percy turned her blood to ice. She overstepped in a hook as a result, her lopsided stance immediately taken advantage of by her opponent. Before she could blink her bare back was being slammed into the concrete floor. Within seconds Ward had her upright against his chest with a knife under her neck. 

Annabeth had lost.

She hadn't even known where the knife had come from, but her new focus was the writhing ball of pain on the floor. The two agents had secured his hands behind his back with zip ties, as well as his ankles- she supposed with the help of the guys that had apparently not remained unconscious for all that long. They had rough holds on his shoulders, their fingers digging into the skin. His face was a ghastly white. 

"Put her down," he rasped, refusing to back down. "Put her down. I'll kill you, I'll-"

"Do whatever you'd like. But the rules are simple. If you don't comply, I will and can hurt her."

"I'm not some fucking damsel in distress," Annabeth spat at, kicking backwards at him. He responded by pushing the blade deeper under her jaw. A line of blood sluggishly made its way down her neck. She was met with the very real fact that he wasn't bluffing.

Percy's sea green eyes squeezed shut. His breaths were short. He was having a difficult time getting a hold on the anguish his body was in. "You never even told me what I have to 'comply' too."

"My orders."

The Son of Poseidon's body lurched forward in disgust. Annabeth tried desperately not to groan when Ward tightened his grip on her arm as a result, knowing it would torture him, but it had hurt. Percy's eyes flew open. 

He stared into her own. Her heart fell at the suffering and conflict in his eyes. She shook her head, knowing it would have no effect. She'd known Percy for almost seven years now. Even with everything that had happened to them during that time, she knew that deep down his heart and soul was still the same.

"If I agree to do whatever you want-"

"We'll put Annabeth here in a nice little room with whatever she wants. I may not be the kindest man, Jackson, but I am an honest one. You behave, she'll be left alone."

"What makes you think I'm going to behave?" Annabeth challenged, the blade cold against her throat. She hated that this guy thought she would sit patiently for her hero to save her. 

Ward twisted her arm back in response when the thought hit her. If she played her cards right, perhaps that could be used to her advantage. Percy could wait patiently as she figured a way out. They'd almost beat him just now, in the moment. With a plan, and Percy at full capacity... they could easily overpower this guy.

Percy shifted. "Swear on the Styx."

For the first time since their capture, Ward manged to look confused. "The Styx?"

"You promised not to hurt her-"

"If  you follow my demands."

"Yeah, whatever. Where I'm from, if you swear on the Styx," he paused to hiss at the sudden intense wave of burning in his shoulder. "If you swear on the Styx and break it, you'll be punished. Usually in some nasty, painful way, which I could only hope for. Scout's honor with a consequence."

Annabeth was impressed. She wouldn't have thought to bring in the Styx if it were the other way around, and suddenly felt stupid for not having the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. do the same in regards to their promise. She patiently awaited Ward's reaction. 

He hummed. "I swear on the Styx."

The blonde demigod couldn't tell if he had honestly believed he boyfriend or just decided to go along with it, but it didn't matter. The words had been said. He'd be held accountable now.- the distant sound of thunder only proved it.

Percy cast his gaze downwards in response. "Then fine," he surrendered. "I'll be your pet, I guess."

The Hydra agent lowered his weapon. "I knew we'd be able to reach an agreement.," he grinned, before doling out responsibilities.

"Davis, get him back to the med bay. He's useless if he bleeds out; once he's stabilized bring him back down for testing. Dong, gather the footage from this and upload it to their file. Chase, Johnson, you're my security. Annabeth, you'll be coming with me. For that suite you were promised."

There was a flurry of movement, and in one fleeting moment Annabeth caught Percy's eye. "I love you," she mouthed, not knowing what else to say.

She was already out the door when he mumbled out a response.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

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That was (I think) the longest chapter in this book!

I really should edit before releasing it out for you guys but... I really want to put it out now. I'll go back and make changes when I can, if need be :)

ALSO, We're nearing the end of the book guys! About five more chapters left. I wanted to try something new though, because I liked shouting you guys out the other day- so here are some more!

funnymimi367 + theweirdwriter1 + troubled-ocean for being always awesome and such fun readers and commenters! thanks guys!

And because we had Percy last week, please see Aletheia cosplay's Annabeth. For me, she is Annabeth. You can follow her on Instagram! And then more of 'Percy.' A little happier than I made him.

That's all from me folks. As always, let me know how you're doing if you want! If you liked it! Love you all and your support more than words- stay safe out there, physically AND mentally. It's a crazy world out there.

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