I don't own PJO or HoO
This story takes place before TLO
This story is in Percy's POV
Chapter 1: The Demi-Games
My eyes flew open as someone knocked loudly on my door. "Seriously? Who is bothering me on my only day to sleep in?" I mutter as i slowly get out of bed and head towards the door. I open the door and it's really not a shock to me who is banging on my door at 8'o clock in the morning.
"Annabeth, don't you have training or something? Why are you here?"
"Well goodmorning to you too, Seaweed Brain," she says as she makes her way inside.
"Sorry, I'm just tired, and you know I don't have any training this morning. But, anyways, what's up?"
"What, did you forget, Percy? Today's the "special" day. No one has training today."
My excitement that i could sleep in obviously made me forget about what today was. Is it Chiron's birthday? Or does Mr. D leave to go to Olympus today? Well whatever it is, Annabeth does not look to happy to see that I forgot.
"Ummmmm,"
Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"Today's the day of the reaping Percy. How could you forget that?"
"Oh, yeah. That's right," I said. I suddenly felt a rush of fear. Today is the day of the reaping. That meant this could be my last day at camp. How could i be so stupid? Annabeth just stared at me
."Oh Percy!" and she flung her arms around me."What if I get picked? I can't kill anyone! Monsters are one thing, but actual people! I don't think i could ever live with myself if i had to kill some innocent demigod!" Tears started to build up in her eyes. I pulled away from her hug, and held her hands. I looked directly into those stormy grey eyes.
"Listen, Annabeth, you're not going to get picked. And if you do, I know you would find a way to come out alive. You would find a way around killing people. You're the best strategist i know, and if anyone could survive in these games, it would be you." Thoughts swarmed my mind, and I couldn't help but think the worst of things. What IF Annabeth got picked? What if I get picked? I dont want any of my friends to die . I tried to put those horrible thoughts aside, but the games always make me think like this.
"Come on Annabeth, it will be alright. Let me just throw on some clothes and then we can go to breakfast. Don't worry, you'll be okay. You WILL NOT get picked for these games, I just know it." I pulled her into another hug before i went and got dressed in my orange t-shirt and jeans. As i dressed i couldn't help thinking about Annabeth. What if this is the last time we saw each other? I wanted to telll her how i really felt about her but i couldnt bring myself to do it.
I led her outside and we walked hand-in-hand to the dining pavilion. I tried to ignore everyone staring, but I couldn't help myself. EVERYONE WAS STARING AT US. I felt my face burning red. I let go of her hand as she walked over to her table and i made my way through the crowd of people watching us. "Hey Prissy. Are you and Wise-Girl finally dating?," yelled Clarisse from the Ares table. Everyone started cheering and i even heard some wolf whistles. My face got even more red (if it was even possible for it to do so). I just ignored her as I sat down at my table. Oh how i wished i could say yes to Clarisse's question.
After breakfast, Chiron stomped his hooves on the floor and everyone fell silent. I could feel how tense everyone was. Everyone was thinking, "I hope i dont get picked" The reaping has officially begun.