Percy Jackson
Annabeth
Look, I can't help being who I am. It is not my fault that death destruction and the likely unhappiness seemed to follow me and those who are around me... As my family have quickly found out. Or should I say my dad and her.. and her children. I am not part of that family. I feel so alone. The monsters keep following me. I can see them, my dad says they are not real. I feel scared. She doesnt want me here as I hear her and my dad scream at each other and at me.. Not exactly the environment that I wanted to have. And lets face it if I wasnt a daughter of Athena then my problems wouldnt be happening. Sometimes I regret my mum being a godess...
I grimmaced as I looked over at the unconcious boy, he was a new camper. Kind of attractive with his dark hair and pale skin. The kind of looks that generally attract arrogance. On top of that I know that liking boys like that is a distraction. Distractions are a weakness. I am a daughter of Athena, I cant afford to be weak. I found that out at seven the hard way. He looks ill, he had been in a bad tumble with a minotaur and sent it right back to tarturus, this boy had earned my grudging respect wether I like it or not, to be untrained and best a minotaur. The boys a natural, he could be the one.. He could be my ticket to exploring the world. If the moron would just wake up of course, drooling isnt his most attractive look.
I fed him another spoon full of ambrosia, he seemed to be gaining conciousness.. His name is Percy Jackson. I have a good feeling about this one... Thats is the current problems of olympus are sorted. With Zeus in uproar.. Posideon isnt happy...
"What will happen, summer solstice is up and coming?...", Percy blinked at me. Not the reaction that I was hoping for to be honest, he made a throaty sound which I think was what. I had the sinking feeling that he didnt know anything about whats going on, but I had to try, I leaned forward. This couldnt get out, I just need some hope to cling onto.
"What is going on? What's stolen? There are a few weeks untill solstice..." His completely blank face disappointed me and I trying to not let it show. His mouth opened to reply when someone came to the door. I know this conversation cannot be overheard so I continue to stuff a large amount of ambrosia in his mouth. Maybe he isnt the one. I can feel my hopes sinking. Exciting new camper maybe not. Hes no Luke.