《Son of Artemis Book 4》Chapter 16
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"Thanks for telling me Annabeth" I said closing the Iris message she sent me.
After I knew the Iris message was closed and no one was around I broke down crying at the news she gave me. Why does my son have to be so gods forsaken selfless. And don't you dare say 'it is because of how you raised him.' I know that already, you jerks.
I cried for a long while, well it seemed like it, because I only stopped once Zoë entered my tent.
"Uhhhh what's wrong milady" Zoë asked me
"Per...per...Percy is dead" I said, only to start crying again
Zoë gasped, and moved to my side to hug me, though I could tell she wanted to cry to.
"Though, Hades's son says...says he doesn't think he's dead" I added on through tears
Zoë, just took the information in and comforted me
I don't know how long I was crying again because well I only have one kid and well, what would you do if you're just told your only kid was blown out of a volcano.
"What happened milady" Zoë asked
"They were clearing out Hephaestus's forge and...and Percy sent Annabeth and Nico off...before...before the volcano erupted" I stuttered out
Zoë seemed to be thinking for a long while before coming up with whatever she carefully thought out, "and Hades's son says he's not dead"
I nodded
"Do you think that could mean he was taken by"
I didn't let her finish, "THATS GENIUS ZOË. Thank you. I'll go see if I can get him back"
I began teleporting to Olympus but was just able to catch Zoë mumbling "what have I done"
I landed in the center of the throne room and shot an arrow up calling for a council meeting.
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All the gods flashed in, in a surprisingly timely manner, "now daughter what" my father started
"WHICH ONE OF YOU STOLE MY SON FROM ME" I began to yell
"None of us took your son" The evil wit...sorry evil stepmother said
"LIES. I KNOW HE IS NOT DEAD SO WHICH ONE OF YOU STOLE HIM. HE WAS ON A QUEST"
Apollo gasped. I turned and looked him dead in the eye and he looked like a deer in the headlights, " I swear sis I would jump into the void before stealing your kid again"
I believed him. The last time he did he used him as a wingman at 9 months old and the hunt well, let's just say Apollo needed a few months to heal.
I started looking out at the others, before landing on Hermès, who peed himself, so I moved on.
I landed on Poseidon. I know he would do it. He thinks I stole Percy from him...more liked saved Percy from him. "Yeah I'm not a child thief unlike some people here"
"Yeah right you've already tried stealing him twice from me" I shot back, trust me you don't want to know how those two times ended.
I saw three flashes but took no notice of care of the leaving of three gods. "Daughter calm down I'm sure we can resolve this" father stated
"My son." I stated to him, " the only child I will likely ever have. Is missing. Stolen away from me by an immortal. I will have my justice father" I stated coldly at him.
Now don't ask me what my father saw, but what ever it was caused him to back into his throne and shrink down.
"Yes...yes. You should have your justice daughter" he mumbled extremely quietly.
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"You have a week to return my son to me or my hunters and I shall remain neutral in the upcoming war" I stated teleporting back to my hunt, only to mourn my missing son.
"Annabeth please tell me you're kidding. Please tell me you two are pulling a prank on me" I pleaded with my sister...well not by lineage, shes my niece on the family tree but...Ehh it too complicated.
"No he's not here Thalia. He's dead" Annabeth responded to me crying
"How many times do I have to say he isn't dead. I'm pretty sure I would have sensed him entering my father's realm" Nico complained.
I started tearing up, not really processing my little cousins complaint. "Thanks for telling me Annabeth" I said cutting the connection
"Brother is ok. He is only missing like Pan. We shall find him" Tyson reassured me
I just sniffled getting control of my emotions, "yeah let's just go before we loose Pan's trail" I said starting to move down the path again.
I could tell Grover wanted to say something. Stupid empath stuff, probably, but he knew me well enough that I don't want to talk about it. I'm the daughter of Zeus, daughter of the king, I have to be strong in moments like these and lead by example.
Stupid father and unreasonable expectations. I know that Artemis and Percy were...well are...working on getting the mentality under control, but it's hard, especially at times like now.
Why did he send me off with these two they would be fine on their own. I could have helped him...saved him...sacrificed myself instead of allowing him to sacrifice himself.
Ugh why does love have to be so complicated.
*insert loud crashing noises*
"What was that"asked
"It doesn't smell good" Tyson said and started doing his weird voice mimic thing
"I sssssssmell demigod. Quick thisssssss way my king" he mimicked
"We should probably start running" I stated as emotionally I wasn't ready to fight at the moment
"Agreed" Grover said and took off down the tunnel, with Tyson and I shortly following.
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