Hey guys, it's Zealous! I got this idea from "Drabbles", (not sure who the author is, but if you're out there just want you to know you're my inspiration!) and changed it a little. I'll be taking little prompts and turning them into short little stories. These first few are from family and friends.

POV / Prompt: Annabeth / It seemed like an ordinary day when I woke up. Little did I know it would change my life forever...

My eyelids fluttered as I heard the door close. I sighed and pulled aside my covers drowsily. Touching my bare feet to the cold wood floor of the Athena cabin, I stood up and wandered over to the small desk in the corner of the room. Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to work on my new design for a building in Olympus. When I pulled open the drawer, I found a single orange zinnia. I knew immediately who it was from. At had seemed like an ordinary day when I woke up. Little did I know it would change my life forever.

POV / Prompt: Grover / I needed to chip in if we were going to win.

Let's just say that satyrs aren't built for capture the flag. At least not the kind Chiron institutes. You know, with swords and other sharp objects that freak me out. But Percy was bugging me about playing because they were low on numbers. I agreed to put on armor and stand in the battle and stuff, but I'm not necessarily "fighting". Of course that was the day Clarisse came back from her new quest. Chiron gave the signal and everybody ran all over the place. Clarisse knew I was, quote, "weak", so she charged me. "GO GROVER!" Percy yelled in between hysterical laughter. I decided to prove him wrong. I needed to chip in if we were going to win. Though I thought I was half-insane, I ran towards her. The tip of my sword hit her helmet, with barely and impact. She was so surprised she collapsed at the thrust. I stood there. I....I had Clarisse down. Clarisse. Me, defeating Clarisse. That's when I fainted. Percy laughed harder.

POV / Prompt: Percy~Annabeth / I couldn't believe what was on the hook when I reeled in the line. (this one's a little longer….and little more sad)

ANNABETH POV: Now that I'd already given the hippocampi the note, I hoped that it really was Percy who'd given me the flower. Since I was kind of good at working with wood, I'd carved a little seashell and made it into a horn with Grover's help, since he's all musical. I gave it to a hippocampi who somehow water-proofed it, and promised to give it to Percy without revealing who it was from. I crossed my fingers.

PERCY POV: Sometimes I feel a little guilty about fishing, but then I remember it doesn't hurt them. They've told me so. I always throw them back, anyway. But I couldn't believe what was on the hook when I reeled in the line.

ANNABETH POV: I saw Percy talking to Grover, with the shell in his hand. "What's that Perc?" I said, trying to conceal me happiness. "I'm not sure, but it's pretty cool. You made it, didn't you Grover?" he said, smiling. "Only you could turn something like this into an instrument. Thanks pal!" Grover blushed and mumbled, "Umm…t-thanks Percy." I bit my lip, my eyes welling with tears, and walked away. "Annabeth?" Percy said.

Sorry the last one was sad guys! The stories won't stay sad though.

If you have any good ideas for prompts, review! It can be anything. My brother gave me "the frog was purple". Lol, I'll use that one in the next "chapter" :)