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Going into Medusa house was a bad idea as expected.
Right now, you are hiding in a basem*nt filled with statues of Medusa's victims.
"We are not our parents, until we choose to be. You three have chosen."
You roll your eyes at the voice of Medusa while feeling the fear running through your veins.
Fortunately, you have the music box with you, as you slowly pull it out from your bag.
The snake's hissing gets louder.
"A daughter of a self-righteous mother, who chose self-righteousness for herself."
Her words is directed towards Annabeth who is also hiding.
"Calista was manipulated so many times even though I warned her, yet she never listens"
Medusa begins to slowly approach where Percy is hiding.
"And you, you could have shown your father what it means to stand up for someone you love."
Medusa grins as she sees the shining gleam of Percy's sword.
"You could choose to save your mother instead of doing your father’s bidding. If neither of you will help teach these lessons, perhaps you should be the lessons. When I ship your statues to Olympus..."
"maybe that will get my point across even better. Stand up. Let’s have a look at you"
You turn on your music box as Percy stands up from his hiding place, holding his sword with closed eyes.
"Medusa"
You exclaim loudly, also getting out from your hiding spot, having her attention on you, the melody begins playing.
She hisses clutching her ears.
Which gives Annabeth the chance to place the hiding cap on Medusa's head.
Once Medusa disappears, Percy swings his swords cutting her head off.
Grover comes back, landing on the ground.
You just stand here, not doing anything.
All you could feel is conscious, as you try to keep yourself awake.
°°°
Percy kills the fury waiting outside using Medusa's head, before returning back inside.
You stand beside Grover as he stares at his the statue of his uncle.
"Is that your uncle Uncle Ferdinand?" you ask softly, trying not to fall as your legs weaken.
"Grover, I'm so sorry"
Thinks become so bad that you begin to not realize that Percy and Annabeth are arguing.
You can nearly hear their argument.
"You could have saved your mother. That’s what she said to you, like you discussed it already."
"Okay, while we’re at it, 'You should have accepted my offer?' What’s that about do you think?"
You place your hands on your head and bend down, trying to get rid of the rising pain.
"ENOUGH!"
"You’ve been fighting with her, you’ve been fighting with me."
"Because the Oracle said one of you would betray me. Okay?"
"(Y/n)!"
You pass out, but before you can fall on the ground, Percy grabs you.
°°°
Your surroundings are white and red, you see the shadow of your mother approaching you with a gentle smile on her face.
"Mom" you mumble out.
"Sweetie, be wary of who you trust"
"Wary of who, mom? Are you ok?"
"I'm not so sure"
You rush up to her, trying to hug her, but she disappears.
Then you woke up.
°°°
You lay beside Percy on the bed in the train cabin.
Annabeth didn't want someone to sleep beside her.
Or maybe because she ships you and Percy.
And you didn't want Grover's hairy goat legs touching yours.
So, you are left with nothing but sleeping beside Percy, who cheerfully accepted it.
"Hi, are you asleep?" Percy asks softly.
"Yes" Annabeth answers.
"You and Thalia were really close, right?"
"Yeah."
"What was she like?"
"Why?"
"She was the last forbidden kid before me, right? She must've dealt with the same kind of stuff."
"She was tough. I mean, she knew she was a forbidden kid, she just didn't care."
Suddenly, you lean your head on Percy's chest as you continue to sleep.
"When Luke and Thalia found me, Luke cared for me right away. But Thalia... she made me earn it."
"Is that why you give me a hard time? I gotta earn it with you too?"
Annabeth sighs.
"Yeah. Maybe."
"I gotta say, that doesn't make a lot of sense to me."
"What doesn't make sense to you?"
"The way you guys all talk."
You start waking up, but Percy doesn't notice.
"I started out as a gift to my father. That's how it works with Athena. We're born from a thought in her mind, and then given to a partner she feels connected to. And for a while, I was treated like a gift. My father cared for me. He loved me. I knew it. Then he met a woman. They had their own kids. And to her, I... I wasn't a gift. I was a problem."
You frown when you hear the sad tone in Annabeth's voice.
"So I left. I was seven. It isn't the gods who think that way. It's everybody. But at least with the gods you know the rules."
You sit up in bed and huff.
"The gods made us so we can fix their misses" you say.
"Don't say that, or you might get cursed" Annabeth warned, worried for you.
"She is right" Percy defends you.
"I hate them all, they hurt my mom"
The golden haired demigod stares at you then pulls you down beside him again.
"Don't worry you have me with you"
You chuckle at him, shaking your head.
"I don't think you should depend on him after sent Medusa's head to Olympus"
"I knew that from the moment he flossed during capture the flag"
