Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.

Legend had it, he was cursed.

Percy had fulfilled his prophecy and survived, and now word was, a curse threatened Percy's life. How much more must he suffer before finally given a moment free of danger?

For now he ran. This time he inadvertently inflicted the punishment on himself. At first it hadn't seemed too bad, but at the moment, Percy was just glad the camp kitchen was empty so he could hide within it. If his enemies found him, he was sure to die. From out a small window, he watched them charge past the pavilion.

"Curse you, Percy Jackson!" The entire Aphrodite cabin stormed through Camp Half-blood. The leader of the riot roared, "I'm gonna kill him!"

Maybe Percy had taken April Fools trick with the Stoll brothers too far. But stealing the Aphrodite cabin's cosmetics had been too good an idea to pass up…until Percy remembered the number one rule of living: don't make a girl angry. And now he had to deal with the first rule of surviving: don't ever mess with an angry girl. But it was not just one. He had a whole mob hunting him.

Why did they only know about him? All he did was stand watch while the Stoll brothers sneaked in to snatch the things. Speaking of which, where were the make up cases? And more importantly, where had those tricky brothers gone to anyway?

Percy wondered if he should take a week off and go home till things cooled down. Or maybe a month. A year?

"Check the forest," a particularly young daughter of Aphrodite cried out. "And hurry! No one can see us looking like such slobs."

In fact, they looked stunning in the afternoon sun – that was ignoring their angry expressions, of course – but Percy doubted a compliment would set things right.

But while their heads faced the daunting tree line, Percy figured he could make it from his position to the Hermes cabin in a short sprint. Ducking out of the kitchen, he glanced over to make sure his path was clear. Wrong move.

"There he is!" Someone caught sight of him, and he knew it was all over.

He raced off, not wanting to take his chances. He could expect no mercy from this crowd. So, running for the ocean, Percy cursed the Stoll brothers aloud, wondering what got into his head to make him think playing a "practical" joke with them was ever a good idea.

Just a random idea I came up with. Yeah, it may be a bit crackish, but I had fun.

-Dante