It was the dead of night. Sleepy campers all tucked in and ready for a good night's sleep. The camp was almost silent. The only sounds being hushed whispers of campers sharing about their day, the crackle of torches, and the chirping melody of the crickets.
All was peaceful, all was well.
The amount of campers had almost doubled since the end of the war with Gaea. Security had increased, defenses had strengthened, and when bad went to worse, (which it often did) they knew they'd be able to call on the Romans at Camp Jupiter. The war had provided the two camps with a great friendship. If one was ever in peril, the other would always come to save it. That was the agreement.
Standing in the middle of the group of cabins stood Percy and Annabeth. Percy yawned, rubbing his eyes, "Night, Wise Girl. I have to get some shut eye..."
"The Percy Jackson tired and out of energy?" Annabeth gasped playfully, "that sounds very unlike you Percy," she tutted, "who are you, and where is my Seaweed Brain?" Percy let out a hearty laugh, and pecked her on the cheek as he strolled toward the Poseidon cabin. Annabeth turned and headed to join her fellow children of Athena.
All was peaceful, all was well.
Percy walked into his cabin and slipped off his hoodie his mom bought him for Christmas once. It was white except for at the front, where there as a photo of a blue cookie.
Percy was ecstatic when he got the hoodie, and Annabeth laughed, taking that opportunity to present him with the plate of blue cookies she had baked him the night before. Percy couldn't say that Annabeth was the best baker. Her cookies were often funny shaped or burnt at the edges. But he always made sure to compliment her every time she baked for him, even if his compliments sound more like insults at times ("Hey at least you set the house on fire. That's a start").
Before Percy could change into his pajamas, he heard the whispers turn to coherent speech, and quickly turned to panicked shouting. Confused, Percy stepped out of the Poseidon cabin. Campers were stepping out of cabins, some alert with their weapons at the ready, some were dazed, hobbling out in their pajamas, dragging teddy bears, scratching their heads wondering what the Hades was going on.
Percy walked out of the Poseidon cabin. What? What happened? Did something explode? Did the Stoll brothers TP the Big House again? Did they find an extra box of chipotle? "What is going-"
Just before Percy finished his sentence, the lights went out. Some of the Aprodite kids screamed, running back inside. The alert campers drew their weapons and huddled in battle position. The dazed campers that were still in their pajamas grunted in surprise, flinging their stuffed animals about like swords. They heard a loud crash come from the weapons storage, and ran after the sound.
As the campers dashed toward the sound, a figure stood in their way, blocking them all. Percy could barely make out the figure's silhouette in the moonlight. The person was standing in a ready position, as if about to throw a punch. The campers held up their weapons, but rather than throwing a punch or launching a projectile, the stranger held out their hands, and blew on their open palms. A blinding light radiated from their palms for a few brief moments, blinding many of the campers that were up front, leaving them dumbfounded for a few brief moments. The stranger let out a laugh, and quickly onto the roof of a cabin with agility that nearly rivaled that of Atlanta. The sea of campers surged forth, and chased the stranger. Percy decided to part from the group to see what was happening at the weaponry, where the demigods had heard a sound before.
Percy bounded to the weaponry, hoping that he would be able to catch the attackers red-handed. As he ran to the weaponry, he ran into another person. His gut immediately told him that this was one of the attackers. He unsheathed Riptide, and slashed. He heard a scream, and a familiar voice yelp in pain,
"Ow!"
"Wise Girl? Gods, sorry!" Percy gasped,
"No it's alright," Annabeth said, rubbing the place where Percy had cut her on her arm, "Weaponry?"
"Weaponry," Percy replied. Annabeth and Percy barged into the Weaponry, which was now the only place that still had light. There were two people in there, a girl and a boy about the same age as Percy and Annabeth, gathering swords, arrows, and daggers in a sack. "Hey!" Percy yelled, Riptide in hand. The boy gave Percy and Annabeth a lop-sided grin, snatched up the sack, and bolted away, right between Percy and Annabeth. The girl reached up, and swatted Riptide out of Percy's hand. Despite the fact that she seemed to have not used any effort, the force knocked Percy off his feet. Annabeth rushed to his aid, and helped him up.
"They got away," she sighed.
"Not yet, Annie. Not yet."
Author's Note
Alright, thats's the first chapter! Be sure to check out my Caleo fic that I have just recently finished writing! I am excited about this fic! Please follow, favorite, and review! Pleeease don't mind the spelling mistakes I wrote most of this on my phone XD
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-PennPowers
