Chapter 4: This means war

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Luke's POV

My team cheered when I placed the enemy flag next to ours. It had been a particularly hard game with everyone including myself drunk with fatigue. The game had only lasted an hour but when you're running around and fighting in heavy bronze armour you get tired very quickly. I looked around trying to find Percy. I hadn't seen him since the game started and I wanted nothing more than to be with him again. It's weird how much you can miss someone in just an hour, then again love was weird. Despite being 6'1" I couldn't see Percy and he hadn't come up to me either. Something wasn't right. I quickly headed down to where I had sent him, the creek.

I pushed my way past the tired campers as I jogged over to the creek, calling Percy as I went but when no answer came I became increasingly worried. Some of the campers shot me confused looks as I picked up the pace and broke into a run. When I reached the creek I stopped dead in my tracks and my blood ran cold. My heart beat becoming ridiculously loud. There in front of me, Percy was lying on his back next to the water, unmoving. I slowly made my way towards him hoping he had only been knocked out.

However it would seem that luck wasn't on my side and a strangled sob escaped as I collapsed to my knees next to my fiancé. He lay there, unmoving and deathly pale. The only indication he was alive was the shallow rise and fall of his chest. A horrific stab wound just below his heart. The wound showed signs of infection as the edges had started to turn green. His blood flowed like tiny rivers into the creek, tainting the once clear water red. I began to panic, I cupped water into my hands, pouring it onto the wound but it seemed to have no effect. Out of ideas I scoped my sea prince and with a surge of adrenaline I ran back to camp, praying to any god who would listen that Percy would be ok.

I ignored the worried glances the campers sent my way. I was running too fast for them to get a good look at Percy, which I was glad of. We didn't need the attention. I reached the door to the big house and kicked the door open so hard it nearly came off the hinges. I went straight into the infirmary and placed Percy down on one of the beds. The infirmary was empty of anyone capable of helping Percy. Chiron came in, probably to scold me for almost breaking the door down. However as soon as he caught sight of Percy he pushed past me and began collecting various vials and jars before setting to work on healing Percy. "Is he going to be ok?"

"He should be, go and get some rest."

Was Chiron seriously telling me to rest when my fiancé could be dying? "I'm not leaving Percy." My tone left no room for argument and Chiron let out a defeated sigh.

"As you wish, at the very least get cleaned up. He will still be here when you return, I promise you."

Reluctantly, I walked back to the Hermes cabin, the adrenaline had left my system and I was now feeling exhausted. I tried to ignore the stares from the campers and I was relieved when I entered the cabin to find no one there. I pulled of my armour and grabbed a shirt off my bed before heading into the bathroom to get changed. I realised why everyone was staring at me. My shirt was drenched with blood and I had dried blood on my arms as well. I peeled of my shirt, finding that some of the blood and soaked through onto my chest. I slipped of the rest of my clothes before stepping into the shower and turning the water to almost boiling. I began to scrub off the offending substance that caked the upper half of my body. After making sure I was free of blood I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, drying myself with the nearby towel. I threw on a pair of Bermuda shorts and an orange camp T-shirt before heading back to the big house.

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I had been sat next Percy's bed for almost an hour. I had gone to dinner but simply threw my entire meal into the fire and prayed to Poseidon. Chiron had told me that he would be fine if he survived the night. The infection was close to his heart so we had to hope the nectar and ambrosia did its job. It turned out that it was caused by a poison from the underworld which was why the water hadn't healed him. We would have to wait for Percy to wake up to find out what or who had attacked him and I was eager to know so I could tear them apart. Right now though, I just needed Percy to be ok. I don't know what I would do if he died. The bed was big enough for two so I climbed in and put my head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Only when I was sure it wouldn't stop did I let myself sleep.