Seeing her again wasn’t meant to happen Not like this. Not here.

The Princess Andromeda groaned beneath your feet as it sliced through the dark water, metal corridors humming with tension. You, Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson moved cautiously through the ship, weapons ready, every sense screaming danger.

Tyson suddenly stopped.

“Monsters,” he said softly, nostrils flaring. “A lot.”

You didn’t hesitate. You broke into a run, boots echoing sharply against steel—

“Y/N.”

The sound of your name stopped you cold.

The voice was smooth, warm, familiar in a way that made your chest ache. It rolled off her tongue like honey, effortless and cruel in its precision.

Only one person had ever said your name like that.

Your heart stuttered.

No. It couldn’t be.

You turned slowly.

She stood at the end of the corridor, ship lights catching in her dark hair, posture relaxed like she hadn’t shattered your world once already. For a moment, time folded in on itself.

Alison Simms.

The girl you’d run from monsters with. The girl who’d kept you alive before you even knew what Camp Half-Blood was. The girl who left.

Memories crashed over you all at once.

Train stations at dawn. Abandoned buildings. Alison walking a step ahead, bow ready, always watching your blind spots. She’d been older—smarter—and when her parentage was revealed, it made perfect sense.

Apollo.

Her aim. Her calm. The way sunlight clung to her like it belonged there.

And you—

Ares.

All fire and fury and instinct. Everyone expected you to clash. Instead, you balanced each other. At camp, you were inseparable—training together, eating together, stealing quiet moments after curfew. People whispered. They said you’d last.

Until Luke started talking.

He spoke about broken promises, about gods who used their children and discarded them. Alison listened. You didn’t—not the same way.

The fight had been explosive.

Accusations thrown like blades. Loyalty versus freedom. You begged her to stay. She told you she couldn’t.

She left that night.

No goodbye.

Just an empty space beside you where she used to be.

And now she was here.

“There’s no way…” Annabeth muttered, gripping her knife tighter.

Percy’s sharp gaze flicked between you and Alison. “You know her.”

Alison’s lips curved—not a smile, not a smirk. Something in between.