Third Person's POV
Percy was laying on the sofa with Artemis in his arms. In anymore minutes, they would start to match for Olympus. So he was trying to get as much comfort and peace as he could now with her. Really Percy didn't want to go, but he knew he couldn't deny it for any longer. Zeus would make a move before him. So instead of letting the enemy attack you, why don't you just make the move first?
"It's nearly time isn't it" Artemis asked as she gave a little squeeze on his hand.
Artemis was scared too. That was the first time she had actually scared of something thing, and this was war. She had been in many wars before. But this time was different. Apart from worrying her Hinters would die, or she wouldn't survive. But more than that was Percy.
"Yeah" Percy sighed.
