Percy Jackson : Gods Annihilation

The thought of the maiden goddess brought a particularly distasteful grimace from the 18 year old demigod, his gaze flowing to a passing campfire where he spotted familiar silver parkas. However, his eyes dropped to one of the obviously smallest and youngest, his sister Lola Jefferson, and couldn't help but clench his fists in anger.

She had been one of the demigods basically drafted against their wishes, being adapt with a bow, and forced to take Artemis' oath. That night Lola had cried into his chest until she fell asleep, having been the last night she had been allowed to stay with her siblings before separating to the Artemis barracks for training before they left.

She hadn't wanted it and when some of the gods were questioned about whether they would be released from their oaths upon war's end, the gods had been evasive. Last thing he needed was his sister near an unstable goddess with an aching ego and an axe to grind against nearly anyone. But for now his sister was beyond along with two other slightly older sisters of his but at least they kept an eye of the youngest of Athena's children present.

He was broken out of thoughts however when he passed a tent and was smacked in the face by the tent flap. Staggering back he blinked for a moment before seeing a familiar head of golden hair similar to his own and a set of intense grey eyes looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, Allen, I'm sorry," Annabeth apologized as she stepped forward and checked his face making him blush in embarrassment.

A few days since their mother had been taken Annabeth had seemed to change and take a step up in watching after her siblings, regardless of their age. He'd seen her become a significant source of support and comfort, especially for the younger demigods, even those not directly related to her. Hell, she was practically being a mother hen for the youngest demigods around and the effects, both positive and negative, were apparent.

Allen could see it in the eyes of his fellow demigods the way they were looking up to Annabeth and she was winning over more with each passing day. To the veterans she was a familiar presence and someone to trust in the thick of it unlike so many gods that had remained in their lofty perches while the demigods bled and sacrificed. Without their mother Annabeth had effectively become the authority for her siblings and the squad dedicated to front-line combat, though those of Ares' linage favored Bellona's far more aggressive stance.

Loyalties aside Allen shook his head, partly to clear his thoughts, another to get his sister's hands off his head before looking at her intently. Only now did he notice her clothes, being her usual shorts and simple shirt but this time she had a breastplate over it and her bracers, her sword and shield strapped to her back.

"You going somewhere?" he asked to which she looked away hesitantly before her eyes suddenly hardened as she looked at him again.

"Yes," she answered firmly, bringing a finger up to his lips to stop his following question. "I can't explain everything but I need to head north to where mother is being kept."

"But what if they take you too?" he whispered harshly, looking at his sister as if she'd grown a second head. "You're completely outclassed there and we don't even know if she's alive."

"She is, I would have felt it otherwise," Annabeth replied. "Besides, if I approach under parley it should be alright."

"Should!?" Allen asked incredulously getting a shrug from his godly sister.

"I can only hope that have more honor that the Olympians," his sister replied with obvious distaste at the mention of the council of gods.

He didn't question the tone though. Annabeth along with a good portion of demigods had been glancing at the gods in such ways, more and more beginning to question whether the claims of Percy's apparent sister having validity. The fact that almost all failed to answer conclusively and get evasive, or in the cases of some such as Hephaestus, a look of extreme shame, had been enough for some.

Truth be told many of the demigods had not wanted to fight at all but here they were and the gods in question were constantly watching them for any sign of traitors. Allen wouldn't be surprised if some of the gods were willing to perform executions if they did catch wind of any traitors or deserters but that would do nothing to settle the tensions of the camp. And now his sister was leaving and without her guidance, Allen honestly wasn't sure how he or his siblings would do, especially having their mother taken before them.

"But … what about us?" he asked, cursing how his voice seemed far more frail when he said that.

All that got though was a gentle and understanding smile from his sister as she stepped closer and gave him a hug, whispering softly in his ear, "Right now the only thing I can ask you is to look after our siblings. There's something going on I need to confirm but promise me this, if I don't get back before the Argos take off again in the next few days, then take command of the Athena Vanguard for me."

"But-"

"Promise me," Annabeth said sternly making Allen swallow nervously before nodding. "Good," she continued before giving him a quick kiss on the brow before he could protest it.

She then stepped back and looked at him for a few more moments before abruptly turning around and dashing of. With unnatural grace and speed she sped out of the camp, barely even being noticed by the demigods in her ways as she maneuvered around them and quickly dashed out of the camp limits heading north.

"Swift speed," Allen murmured before looking up to the night sky, for once feeling like he was looking at far more than just empty space and stars above. "If you can hear me then please … just let me sister return to us … Percy," he prayed in a bare whisper before closing his eyes.

Then, with a firmer step he moved on, making his rounds around the camp…

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( Two Days Later )

She sighed as he hovered around her, looking for each and every little thing to fuss about as she merely tapped her foot. Others would have been annoyed by being dotted over but she found it amusing and rather sweet that he cared so much. She glanced across the room to see a nurse nymph snickering into her hand as she also watched the winged god.

"… and if you're feeling faint or hot just let me know an-"

"Jason," she cut in as she placed a hand at his cheek, getting the god to pause as he looked into her sea-green eyes. "It's okay. Will said I check out just fine so relax," she instructed and watched as he took a deep breath and slow exhale. "Better?" she asked getting slight nod from him. "Good," she chirped before leaning up and kissing him on the cheek before turning to look at the nymph and waving goodbye as Jason grabbed her single bag and the pair left her hospital room.

The pair left, dressed in casual pairs of snug jeans and a dark shirt with his jacket of light for him while she wore a simple blue blouse. They gave passing greetings to other staff and attendants, pausing as some children passed them playing with one of the service wolves Percy assigned to the hospital.

"Hmm, I wonder what Percy had to do to convince Will to allow animals in his clinic?" she mused out loud getting a snort from Jason. Looking at the winged god with a raised eyebrow as he looked at her.

"He turned himself into a wolf puppy and followed Will around for a whole day while whining until Will gave in just so Percy would stop annoying him about it," Jason explained making Amphitrite giggle as she imagined her step-son(?) do just that and the picture was absolutely adorable. "What a silly king we have," she murmured getting a chuckle from Jason.

"That's a good part of why we chose him in the first place," he said as the pair exited the clinic and Amphitrite took her first breath of true freedom since her arrival to Mount Cartier.

Her view from the hospital room could only do so much and it was only in the last few days that she even had the energy to move around properly, thus getting better acquainted with the hospital staff and some of the residents.

She couldn't help but recall some of the rescued children currently staying there, some having suffered from malnutrition and heavy bruising due to being shipped around like cattle by slavers … or even some of the more extreme cases. At least she could find morbid satisfaction in knowing the culprits were being personally attended to by Hades and Nico.

Still, knowing that many of them were going to be living in Leto's orphanage soon made Amphitrite wonder if she could help with it. She'd always liked children and considering how most gods had some sort of mortal job or roles within the city, she was wondering if Leto would need more hands around.

After all, you could never have too many hands on deck when dealing with so many excitable rugrats and the sizable number of teens also present. Thoughts to consider, she followed Jason along in any easy pace as the pair made their way out of the clinic and into the calm streets of the city.

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