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The music is blasting, some stupid vacation tune that seems to rally up the middle-aged white women.
Kids laughing, people talking, water splashing.
The vibe of the Princess Andromeda was immaculate; it was what everyone wanted from a cruise.
Monsters roamed covered by the mist, and demigods alike were all relaxing and for the first time, just… being normal.
The sun was hot, and you were basking in it.
On a lounge chair with sunglasses on, this was the life. A fun day, a mai tai next to you, a sexy boyfriend upstairs…
What else did you need?
Nothing would ruin this-
“Is that Percy Jackson?"
Your blood runs cold, you force yourself not to react the way you want to. (which was shooting up and ripping off your sunglasses, and then-screaming.)
Instead, you blink and turn your head towards the redhead next to you.
Alison Sims, the one who shot an arrow with the precision of only an Apollo kid who trained at Camp Halfblood.
“What?”
She turns to you, her own sunglasses sliding down her nose. “I swear to gods, I saw Percy Jackson.”
In turn, you look at her over your own sunglasses. “You’re sure?” She sends you a look, one that you pocket to tell Luke about later.
You and Alison got along fine; she was a couple of years older. Same age as Luke, and boy, did she not let you forget it. Despite her insistence that she didn't, she cozied up to Luke.
And sure, anyone would if given the chance, he was the lips of Kronos at this point in time.
But gods damn it, sometimes you can’t stand her.
“I’m sure.” Alison says, setting down her magazine. “Annabeth was with him too, and that cyclops kid.”
“Tyson.” His name slips out from between your lips, knowing the same from when Luke was talking about how Poseidon claimed him.
Grabbing your pool bag, and your cover-up. “I’m going to Luke, follow those kids.”
Alison nods, and sits back so she can watch the trio walk around the deck.
You start to walk away-but come back for your drink. That mai tai is not going to waste.
Walking towards a service elevator, you throw your cover-up over your bathing suit. You push your sunglasses up and take out your golden card. Tapping it, the doors open, and you head up to Luke’s suite.
Knocking, one of the demigods opens it. “Hi,” he says and you smile. “Hi, Luke’s in here?” The demigod nods.
You walk in as you sip your drink, and Luke’s out on the balcony. “y/n/n.” He says without turning and you hum. “Luke,”
You join him outside and offer him a sip; his lips quirk. “Another?” you scoff, “don’t judge me. I still have the information about the pina colad-”
Luke silences you with a sneaky kiss, one that has both of you smiling. “Good one,” you whisper and he chuckles.
“What brings you up here?” Luke asks as you both come back inside. “Unless of course, you’re here to ogle me?” This time you laugh. “Well, as much as I'd like to… we have a problem.”
That catches his attention.
“What kind of problem?” Luke's voice lowers into a serious tone.
“A Percy Jackson-sized problem.” Alison storms in. “him, annabeth and Cyclops-”
“Tyson.” You and Luke correct.
“Tyson.” she nods. “They’re outside listening.” Alison gets her bow, and the four other demigod kids that followed her all grab their weapons before throwing open the suite doors.
Like straightens his sweater, and you smooth the white collar over it. “You talk to them.” you say softly “i’ll stand back until we know.”
He moves towards the door, and you can hear the conversation. Percy and Annabeth are good kids, you spoke to each at length… but this? This was a different environment from camp, in a different age now.
Finally, after having enough of just listening in on a conversation you should be in, you step out and into the doorway.
“y/n?”
Percy and Annabeth both say and Tyson just looks at you.
“Hi.” You say, and both kids sputter.
“What are you doing here?”
“Are you okay?”
“Did he force you?”
“y/n don’t you see-”
“I’m here on my own free will.” you put your foot down. “I’m here, because I believe in this.” You look over at Luke, who slow blinks. A sign of thanks, of trust. “Luke didn’t force me into anything, if anything, he opened my eyes.”
Percy interjects “y/n, the gods-”
“Are already fighting.” Luke steps forward. Percy stops. “...what?”
“It’s true,” you agree and stand side by side with Luke. “The gods, they’re absent-as usual-but it’s more this time. Don’t you see? The gods have started fighting-the war has started.”
“You’re wrong.” Annabeth’s eyes are intense, but they soften as you look into them.
“Are we?” you ask softly. You didn’t want to rip the poor girl apart or destroy her entire life in one afternoon. “Annabeth, we both know-”
“I don’t know you anymore,” she spits. Luke’s hand settles on the low of your back, a silent anchor. “You’re right,” you nod, “But you could.”
“Join us.” Luke says “We have demi-gods here, we’ve got monsters here-we’re all the children of the gods.”
“Never.” Percy’s back again, Luke sighs. “Don’t you see it, Percy? We’re in a war, now we have to decide what side we’re on.”
Percy refuses to see it, to admit it.
To understand what you and Luke already know.
“Don’t you see it?” Luke tries again, head held high.
“See what?” Tyson finally speaks up, his one eye going between everyone in the hallway.
Luke hums, light bouncing off his scar as he kisses his teeth. “The great awakening has already begun.”