Action, Reaction

The Lightning Thief

Take One

Grover wanted to die. His best friend/clueless demigod was being dragged away. By a monster. He couldn't pinpoint exactly which monster, but if Mrs. Dodds was a monster, dang, she'd be one scary monster. It was bad enough as a teacher. Chiron, or Mr. Bruner as he had started to get used to calling him, looked up calmly. He wanted to yell at him. Chiron, help him! But he didn't because, fact: He was in enough trouble and fact: He did not require more trouble and fact: Chiron always had a plan, and fact: Chiron had a sword. So fact: he did not yell at Chiron. Mr. B-Chiron-started wheeling himself slowly towards the building. He carried a pen. That was a pen. Not a sword. What in Hades was Chiron thinking? A few minutes later, Mr. Bruner wheeled himself calmly back to his spot under the umbrella and picked up his Jane Austen book, which Grover had heard Chiron had met. Of course, Chiron had met a ton of historic people. Hades, no offense to Chiron, he was historic! A few minutes after that, Percy walked out. Confusion was written on his face, and in his hand he carried a pen.

"Mr. Jackson, I believe that is my pen. Please bring your own next time."

Percy walked towards him. And asked about Mrs. Dodds. Oh, gods. Grover was the worst. Liar. Ever. It took him a while.

"Uh, who?"

But he wasn't convinced.

Take Two

They sat on a train. Thoughts ran through her head as she watched Percy Jackson. A son of Poseidon...the sea spawn...but he's my best friend...Be careful, daughter of Athena...

You shall go west, and face the god who has turned,

You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned,

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend,

And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end...

...go west...Hades, the god who turned...but what of the pit? The voice...I hope it's not...

Percy interrupted her train of thought. He looked at her, green meeting her own grey.

"What if it lines up like the Trojan War... Athena versus Poseidon?"

You mean, following my mother, or siding with my best friend?

"I don't know." The words were painful to say. But she really didn't know what would happen. "But I just know I'll be fighting next to you."

She made her choice. She would stand by her best friend, no matter what.

"Why?"

The question threw her back. Why? Don't you know, Seaweed Brain?

"Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?"

Take Three

There was a ceremony. Laurel wreaths, Dionysus giving a speech, a celebration. Chiron felt heroes were underrated after a quest. After all, quests were given after prophecies, and who knew how long the Oracle had? Once the Oracle had been a young girl, presented with the gift of sight. Amelia van Gils. But now she was cursed. He had hoped, hoped May was the one. The plan backfired. She was not. And now, poor May was in her home, making lunch for someone who might not come home. He sighed.

Suddenly, horns blared. He looked up. There was a commotion. He saw Annabeth running towards a figure in the distance. A cold fist wrapped around his heart. He ran.

Getting closer, he saw it was paled. Annabeth was already there. Percy was turning colors of grey, green, and blue.

"Come, child. "

Campers helped pull Percy on his back, and Annabeth climbed on after him. Tears streaked her face.

Please. Let us not be too late.

Next time...

The Sea of Monsters

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-AE