The stars glittered above him on the breezy summer night. You could hear cheers and celebration coming from the Dining Pavilion. "Hey Percy!" I recognized the voice as Turd Yathews from Aphrodite cabin. He kept talking. "I just wanted to tell you that you did a good job with the whole Gaea thing." Percy had been getting comments like this all day. He didn't really feel like talking. He just wanted to relax and not have to worry about anything. Suddenly a thought occurred to Percy."Thanks. Hey, have you seen Annabeth?" For a second, Percy thought he saw a glint in Turd's eye, like curdles milk. "Oh yeah!" he said, "I just saw her talking to Jason at the basketball court." Percy got up slowly and walked away as Turd eyed him. As Percy arrives at the basketball court, he hears Annabeth's voice. "Jason, it was pretty heroic how you saved the world like that." Two things stood out in that sentence to Percy.
First of all, it was HE, Percy Jackson who saved the world. Not Jason. Jason didn't matter. To Percy, he looked like a dead cat, not an attractive son of Jupiter.
Second, why would Annabeth be talking like that to Jason? Jason spoke up, but kept shooting baskets. "Annabeth, are you okay?" Annabeth just sighed dreamily. Percy backed up slowly like a naked mole rat waiting to attack. He started breathing heavily. What was happening? He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Annabeth leaned against Jason. "Your really sexy Jason."
Anger boiled up inside Percy. It rose up into his mind, controlling his every move. "No!," he yelled. "How dare you!" His feet carried him to Annabeth, but his fist turned to Jason. Percy couldn't stop it. Pain exploded in his knuckles as his fist made contact with Jason's nose. They all heard the crack. They all saw the blood. Percy's anger forced another punch. Before he could, a hand pushed him back. It was Turd. "Jason go! You need treatment for your nose!," he yelled his words. Suddenly, Percy realized what he'd done. The anger subsided and the guilt washed over him. His legs gave way. Annabeth had slowly walked away, trying not to be noticed. Percy was lost in the sauce. The promise of tomorrow's wings was too heavy for Percy yo bare. The stars had been altered. Would they ever be righted again?