Authors notes: This is my First Fan-Fiction on Percy Jackson and Friends, it is based in the reasonable calm after the storm that is "The Last Olympian" it's based on Percy's kindling feelings towards Annabeth and I'll try to throw in some exciting parts in.
The chapter is rated T for everyone, but future chapters may not be as child friendly, be warned that it may potentially get graphic.
Chapter 1: Back to Camp
Percy's P.O.V
My vision blurred as I sat on the bus waiting for it to leave the station, partly because of the tears that threatened to tumble over my eye lids, partly because the engine was making the whole bus vibrate vertically. Don't be too quick to worry though, they were tears of happiness, I think. I was leaving the city to go to my second home for the summer; Camp Half-Blood.
You might be thinking," Hey, Perce?, what's so bad about going to camp?"
Well, first of all I was leaving my mother for the whole summer, that's a third of a year, to be taken care of by one of the teachers at my school. I mean, yeah, he was her boyfriend but still, waaaay weird.
My teeth jarred against each other as the bus abruptly lurched forward into motion. It's definitely not all bad going to Camp Half-Blood though, basically every friend I really cared about goes there, Not to mention my super hot, extremely pretty, sort of nerdy girlfriend: Annabeth, and when I say nerdy I mean good nerdy, she loved to read books, all that stuff that I found tedious and monotonous, but she was also really into athletics, which gave her a great body, and she was hot... Did I mention that, uhh.
I looked out the window just in time to realise that my stop... Had already gone past, great. Now I had a awesome thirty minute hike to camp, as I started walking my mind drifted off again, I started thinking about my double life, the one in which I risked my life daily to keep the bloodthirsty monsters at bay, my mindless day-dreaming was brought to an end when out of the corner of my eye I saw something brown and furry disappear into a thick bush. I uncapped my sword and quickly admired its sheen, I had polished it just before I said goodbye to my mother and Paul. I realised that although it was shining, it wasn't glowing which means that it didn't sense any monsters, but I didn't put it away, you never know when something brown and furry might jump you from a bush. Despite the feeling as if something was lurking just out of my sight I trudged on, determined to get to camp before night fall. Fifteen minutes later my legs were aching and my shirt was plastered to my back and covered in sweat, but I could see the hill on which stood a magnificent oak tree that had a golden sweater hanging on a low branch, which made it look like it was overlooking the whole valley, I took a deep breath and pushed my muscles even harder, so I could reach the hill as fast as I could. I heard a plant rustle behind me... I swung around, pen in hand to see a pair of dark Black eyes, looking at me from inside a thick bush and then as quickly as I had turned the eyes receded into the surrounding shadows.
The rest of my journey was uneventful, except for when I tripped on the roots of Thalia's tree... As I walked down the other side of the hill guarding anyone's view into the camp, it spread out in front of me, a huge lake in the centre of the green, picturesque valley. It looked like a flat, sparkling, turquoise Sapphire and I remembered how that was my second favourite part of the camp, the first being my cabin. (I'd had renovations done, now there were rooms, huge TVs and best of all a soundproof bedroom).