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Leo
Two of the world's coolest demigods. Gone. Fallen into a place where even the gods dared not venture. What chance did they have to survive? Let a long journey through it and try and close the Doors of Death.
Leo kicked the Athena Parthenos in frustration. He should've done something! Maybe thrown down a rope, tried to grab Percy's hand. Anything! Stop blaming yourself, the logical part of Leo chided. Focus on your objective- the Doors of Death. Sighing, he headed back upstairs.
As he passed the second floor, Leo heard Coach Hedge smashing plates and cups in the kitchen, yelling in anger, "I should have saved them! I should have blown more stuff up!"
On the deck of the Argo II, Piper was trying to talk to Jason, who stared off into the distance. Hazel was crying, and Frank was trying to calm her down. Nico slumped against the railing, his face a mixture of feelings- anger, resignation, guilt, sorrow. Leo sighed. He would have to call this meeting to order.
"Come on guys, we're not going to save them standing around moping," he called out. Jason sighed and headed down towards the mess hall. Piper and Nico followed.
"I guess…," Jason muttered. Leo trudged over to Hazel. Normally, he would be cracking stupid jokes about their chances of survival, but even Leo, the world's most ADHD demigod, understood the circumstances. "Hazel, Percy and Annabeth are the toughest demigods I know. If anyone can survive, they can," he said, but he was trying to convince himself more than her.
Fortunately, it seemed to help Hazel calm down. "I hope so," she mumbled. Frank followed her down. Now, it was just Leo and Festus. He couldn't help but remember his signature mischievous grin he flashed right before he let go. He remembered his hands, scraped, bloody and white, as he let go and disappeared.
Downstairs, in the mess hall, the smashed silverware did nothing to improve the black mood of the Argo II. They sat around, not saying anything for a few seconds. Then Nico piped up, "They're not dead. I can feel it."
That drew everyone's attention. "What do you mean they're not dead?" Piper asked. "They fell all the way into Tartarus."
Nico shrugged. "I don't know, I can just feel it. I am a son of Hades, you know. Or Pluto… whatever."
"So, what do we do now?" asked Leo. Normally, Annabeth would make some sort of a plan. Leo was the sort of guy that commanders said to him, "see that guy? Smash his head in for me."
"We need to get back to Camp Half Blood. Reyna IM'ed me a while ago. They've already started fighting. I didn't tell her about what happened." Jason looked at his feet.
Hazel started crying again, and Frank led her out.
"Leo, we need to get back fast. Can your Archimedes sphere give us a speed boost?" asked Nico.
Leo nodded.
"Good. We need to show them the statue and break the news. Then we've gotta pick up some support and march on the House of Hades. And no more traveling over-sea. With Percy gone, who knows what could happen?" Nico left.
"I guess I'll have to tell them then…." Jason's voice broke. "Meeting adjourned." He left.
Leo prayed to the gods that Percy and Annabeth weren't dead. He left Piper to think by herself.
Anger filled him. Next time he met Nemesis, he would make sure she got a godly sized smack in the face. He might've gotten some sweet ship upgrades, but the price was too high. Gaea would pay as well. She would soon regret she ever messed with Leo.
"We're going to put you in a world of hurt, Dirt Face. You got that?" he whispered to himself, then went to install more ship upgrades.
A/N
SO I changed the plot a little. The Argo will be heading back to the camps to stop the civil war, instead of trying to stop Gaea before the Greeks and Romans destroy each other. R&R
Sorry for another super-short chatpter. Chapter 3 is more than 1500 words :)
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