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Leo
I yawn as I rub my eyes, getting up from my stole the I was previously sitting on while I work on blueprints and several projects to improve the Argo 2 so I didn't have to work on it all the time. The only problem with doing that is that if the Argo 2 never needing fixing and repairing, what use would I be? What use am I? Repairing the ship is all I am here for and my only use as of now, and am I even useful at camp? No. There are other campers for that, campers that are much more skilled than me.
They would've been a much better pick for this quest than me.
I dont know why I was picked, I wish I didn't, cause then I wouldn't have to be with the people I'm sure hate me with all their guts. I'm sure if they had the choice to even see me or throw up their organs they would choose the second option. I'm certain their only reason for keeping me here is for repairing, why they don't just let Annabeth do that is none of my business, I think it's because they would just rather me do the work instead if shoving more onto her already too full plate.
Sighing, I push open the door and walk into the light that gives me a flashback and making me see stars, causing me to be forced to shade them if I'm ever to find the dining room.
It doesnt take me long to find it, it is my ship after all, which makes me confused whenever they say its not. But its okay, it was made for them anyways, it was made to comolete the quest and nothing more or less.
So why does it hurt?
Pushing my way in I give my best grin, the one that says I don't care, I'm the jokester, the trouble maker, the clown. Nothing more and nothing less. I hope it works.
It did.
they wave, and I greet them back with a few jokes, causing some groans, a smile, a role of the eye, and a scolding from a certain daughter of Athena.
Annabeth is really the only person here that gets me to a point, but she, like the others, don't seem to wanna hang out with me.
Not that it matters or anything.
Hebe
"What why? Why should I do that?".
Hera sighs deeply, eyes wrinkled in that concerned way nearly no one sees. Not even Zeus or her kids, she rarely shows her true emotion, especially when it comes to demigods. Which is honesty fair enough for her, I just wish she didn't hate every single one of them except for the very few that earned her love and respect.
It was shocking, seeing this side of Hera.
Hera turns to look down at the ship the demigod that we are speaking of made, Leo Valdez. "I'm worried about him, he is not getting along so well with some of them, and most think his life was all sunshine and rainbows," she pauses, shaking her head. "No not that, they just think his life was easier, cause he is always smiling and making jokes." She finishes, tensing, her eyes stare down at the ship with such focus it gives me whiplash.
Hera turns back to me, her eyes sad, "they miss understand his jokes and think that he understands nearly nothing, other than the ship ofcourse," she adds, and i can feel myself understanding what shes trying to do.
My own eyes drift to the ship, watching the seven cut through the skies.
I fold my arms with a small huff, shifting my weight onto one leg as I nod my head in agreement.
Hera sighs, her shoulder's sagging aittle bit, as if this stole all of her energy. "It seems that they belive his only use is to guide the ship to places, to repair the ship at moments notice." She pauses, eyes watching the shio once more, her lips going in a thin line as we watch the short little thing run around, eyebags that seem to be stuck to his face permanently.
I grimace at that, the boy really needs to sleep more, and just generally take care if his body. He barley eats or sleeps, he is basically the walking dead as he walks. It hurts to see anyone like that, thinking they are un worthy of the necessities like food and water, sleep and shelter, even someone they can trust.
Leo hasn't trusted anyone in so long, it was a great thing he found Piper, but that tryst has been long since left in the dust. Barely showing itself, it was a bummer for everyone if us who actually cared about the kid. Which includes very few.
The queen continues, "I'm just worried that he won't make friends, he needs support." She gets out with a soft voice, a beakru broken whisper as she watches Leo look at the door with dull eyes, a shaky smile that steals itself just as he opens the door and let's himself in with a loud, joyful laugh of lies.
I sigh, not arguing with her on this fact. I have been watching over Leo myself, the poor thing grew up to fast and it was a painful thing to watch.
Shifting my feet, leaning on my right foot with my hand on my hip, and flipping my hair. "Fine, I can't say your wrong after all. It shall be done my Queen." I agree, bowing my head.
She nods, the little but tension left in her bones decreasing visibly as she turns to walk away. Maybe to go watch over leo again on her throne unstead on some random mountain that wasnt even olympus.
She was often watching Leo, especially after his mother died.
All the gods know this fact, it's hard not to know.
But not all cares.
I vanish back to my home, leaving my last lingering thoughts there as I relax and look around, its colorful and fun, party decorations hanging about with all my other things to keep me entertained.
I sigh, rolling my shoulders as I think of what's to come by tomorrow morning.
The plan, the plan that starts tomorrow morning once the seven go to eat breakfast, was to turn leo into a 5 year old the first day. 6 the next day, 7 after that, and continues until he's fifteen. Which was before Jason and Percy switched camps for a bit.
I sigh, these next 10 days will be tiring, for everyone involved.
. . .
The next day I stare down at the flying warship from the sky's, watching, waiting until all the seven go to eat breakfast together. It looked calm, peaceful even, everyone was talking and having a nice as it can be time.
That was, until he person who with a smile as bright as the sun's runs in a hurry, saying his good mornings to everyone as fast as possible before asking if they had a meeting. When the answer was no he nealry botled out the room with questions of his peers going on deaf ears as he pretends to not hear.
I know he heard though, he always had good hearing, always listening fir danger to attack him and stab him in the back for the hundredth time.
But before he could leave I made my presence known, "hello I'm the goddess Hebe. I'm here on the request of Hera." I say, not all to happy I'm here really, I would much rather be singing at the karaoke right now. Tending to my chickens and such.
Annabeth stand up, "why would she ask for to be here? And didn't Zeus say that the gods were not to interact with us mortals?" She questions, eyes glaring with hidden hatred, which is kinda fair considering her past.
Sighing, I meet her eyes, "the gods think that Zeus is stupid for saying to not interact with mortals." I pause, letting this sink into their heads, and taking not on how Leo stepped back into the room.
I go on, turning to leo who backs up a bit. "Hera asked me to make this little demigod into a 5 year old today, a 6 year old tomorrow, and so on until he is once again the 15 year old we all know today." With those words I swipe my hand, causing the fire gifted child to be 5 years old again.
It's weird seeing him 5 again, I'm sure Hera is watching.
Whatever, my job is done.