Percy. Percy Jackson. Seriously, he was the only male I didn't problems with. He's kind, courteous, caring, loyal, and funny. Plus, he'd do anything for a friend. And, I guess some part of me thought he was maybe, possibly, kind of cute.
I remember the time when he, a demigod, who could have died doing this, took on the weight off the sky to free me, even after I warned him not to.
And then there was the time when we offered him immortality, and he refused it. I like Percy a lot. I might end up breaking my vow. But if any of the other gods found out that I, the goddess most comitted to their vows of virginity, was having those fantasies, I was sure I would be a fool around the other gods for enternity.
That's probably why I didn't want to be the god sent to see if this 15 year old boy was the child of this new prophecy, about an oath breaking Olympian. The other gods are sure someone's going to break the oath we made to Percy. We reached the tree that my lieutenant, Thalia used to be. Thalia was the only one of my hunters who were enjoying the fact we were going to camp. She really wanted to see Annabeth, Percy's blonde girlfreind. I always loved Athena's children, but I couldn't stand her the last few years. Hestia calls it jealously, whatever that is.
Annabeth, was there; she and Percy were the first to see us. She asked me why I was there. I ignored her.
"Is that unclaimed boy around here?" I asked. A boy stepped forward, claiming to be him. As I opened my mouth to say something to him, what, I don't exactly remember. Before I could say my incoherent words, a circle appeared above is head. Hecate was his mother. No, he wasn't the child of the prophecy. I looked back to Annabeth. She seemed to be making up her mind about something. She told Percy to meet her by the lake.
Percy POV
"What!" I screamed. I could not believe what I was hearing; I couldn't be hearing it right. Annabeth was not breaking up with me.
" I said, I want to see other people." Annabeth said. I seriously didn't know what was going on. We weren't in a bad relationship. In fact we were happy. Annabeth proceeded to tell me the cliché of I hope we can still be friends. I said okay, even though I really didn't. I went back to my room and cried.
