Author's Note
Hi all. This is LC11 (LemonCream11). This is my first story, so please feel free to point out all mistakes. As well as that, I could really use some encouragement right now.
This story is mainly about Percabeth. It has some Caleo stuff in it too, and also some Neyna. It takes place in New Rome, where Percy and Annabeth have settled down. They already have a one-year-old girl named Silena, and they have another on the way. They think that their life is going great until Percy receives word from Camp Half-Blood that somebody managed to steal the Golden Fleece. He and a few of his friends must go on a quest to find it, but Annabeth is under strict orders to NOT leave New Rome. While Percy dodges dangerous obstacles at every twist and turn, she discovers an amazing secret about Camp Jupiter that she never realized.
I'm sorry that this wasn't in the summary, but there wasn't enough space to write it all. Anyway, here's chapter one. Hope you like it!
Almost Forgot–Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HOO. But if I did, I would celebrate every single day of my existence. :)
Chapter One
PERCY
Percy pretty much sucked at parenting.
Take today, for instance. Silena had tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and Percy had had no idea of how to get her to shut up. He had completely forgotten whether or not Annabeth had told him to carry Silena, so he decided to let her try to walk on her own. In the end, he had to carry her back home, still screaming of course. Percy wished that he knew how to take care of a one-year-old girl in the proper way. Soon, he thought miserably, she'll end up running away from me whenever I enter the room.
But now the walk was over and he knew now to always hold his daughter's hand whenever they went out. Silena really was hard not to love. She had little golden ringlets clustered all over her head, with blue-green eyes and a dimpled smile. She had this way of banging her hands against anything near her whenever she was happy. When she wasn't happy, she didn't cry. She glared at you so intensely that she looked exactly like her mother (except for the eyes of course).
"Silena asleep yet?" Annabeth asked as Percy trudged into the living room.
"Yeah," he replied. "She's scared of monsters under her bed."
"When I was little, I was afraid of monsters too," said Annabeth, turning the page of a book she had.
"That girl's growing up so fast," said Percy. "What's that you're reading?"
He looked at the book cover. In large gold letters, he could just make out something that looked like "Abby amnes".
"What–"
"Baby names," said Annabeth. "For little junior here."
"Oh."
"Yeah." She leafed through the book. There, on page 459, were the L names.
"Luke," she said absently.
"What?"
"Luke. L-U-C—I mean, L-U-K-E. Luke."
"What about it?"
She slapped her forehead, then rubbed it. "It's a name, Seaweed Brain. A name that I am considering for junior here." She pointed to her stomach.
"Luke? Really?"
She threw a bobby pin at him with amazing accuracy. "I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't seriously thinking about it. Yes! Really."
"Oh." He had the insane urge to mimic Donald Duck at the look on her face.
She slammed the book shut. "I'm going to bed."
"At 8:00?"
She didn't reply, but stalked off towards the master bedroom.
That night, Percy had strange dreams.
There was a little girl speaking to another girl who looked about eighteen years old. She had long black hair braided over her shoulder, with clear, warm brown eyes and a crooked smile.
"Nora Elles," said the little girl. "So you have chosen to follow the path of Hestia."
"Yes, ma'am," replied the other girl.
"It shall be as you say. But the training is complicated."
"I accept," replied the girl, her voice shaking.
Bright blue flames appeared in the younger girl's palm. "You have chosen well, Nora Elles."
Then the dream changed.
Percy was walking aimlessly through a field of wheat. He was sure that something was behind him, something anxious to confront him. He plucked up a grain of wheat–
"RAAAAAAAAR!"
He awoke in a cold sweat.