Okay guys, just an author's note here. Anywho, here are the ages. I um, kinda made everyone like, 15-17… Oh, and Leo never went to Ogygia; Calypso got out because of Percy's wish.
Luke - 17
Thalia - 15
Annabeth - 17
Percy - 16
Jason - 16
Piper - 16
Leo - 16
Hazel - 16
Frank - 16
Nico - 15
Calypso - 16
"Percy! Help!" I spun around, only to find Calypso. There were bags under her eyes, and her skin was an unhealthy pale color. She looked like she was about to collapse, and she was holding someone in her arms. Her hair that was usually a silky caramel in a braid was instead a rat's nest form of ponytail.
I ran to the border, where Calypso was leaning against Thalia's tree. I took the kid out of her arms, not sure what to do with Calypso, exactly. Calypso seemed to read my mind. "Infirmary. Now. I can get there." Calypso told me, already staggering towards the beige-white kinda tent.
Calypso staggered towards the infirmary, where Chiron currently was. He was in wheelchair form, wheeling himself around, checking up on the campers, most there from either a) Clarisse or b) The climbing wall. I too, had trouble with both. Clarisse had formed a special strategy for I, and well, I'm was too much of a Seaweed Brain to figure it out. Or at least, that's what Annabeth, Thalia, and Clarisse say anyways. It's probably true, to be honest XD.
At some point a couple minutes later, Calypso and I got to the infirmary. Chiron took one glance at the limp body in my arms, then at Calypso. He took the blond boy out of my arms, and onto a bed. Calypso collapsed into the bed next to him, breathing heavily.
"Argus… Guard the infirmary." Chiron's eyes narrowed. "Nobody is getting in. Unless it's a deity, or Percy." Chiron instructed, his voice sharp, cold, and firm.
"Why?" I asked, not getting Chiron's orders. How come nobody was allowed to see this guy? What made him so special? I mean, I'm not like jealous of anything, just curious. Seriously.
You're just a diary, why am I feeling like I need to prove myself right? I really am a Seaweed Brain, am I not?
"Just look at who this boy is, Percy." Calypso's voice was exhausted, as she sipped a huge amount of nectar. She may be pretty much a demigod now, but she could still down nectar like Dionysus could Diet Coke.
I followed Calypso's directions. I saw tousled blond hair. Pale skin looking much worse than Calypso's.
I saw a scar running through the boy's left eye.
"Luke." The name was just a whisper coming out of my mouth, dissipating into the air.
"You must tell nobody of this, boy." Chiron put a hand on my shoulder, ignoring my wide eyes and gaping mouth that was halfway to the grown. "This will be announced when the hunters visit tomorrow."
I gulped down my words, nodding soundlessly. Argus, with his many, many eyes shoved me out of the tent flaps roughly, leaving me looking like a spooked guppy out of water.
I saw someone who I thought was dead alive, and yet I still make water puns.
Nailing it. Nico and Thalia would be so proud of my puns. Well, not really. I'm getting off track. Blame my ADHD.
The conch horn blew, signaling lunch. I lined up, all by my lonely self. Everyone else was in rows depending on godly parent, with the councillor at the front, deputy right behind them. And of course, the newbie in the back, because they still didn't get the schedule.
The demi-deities marched to the picnic tables, taking their seats silently. Once the food came, that's when they would start talking off people's ears.
I was the first to sacrifice. He scraped off his vegetarian sushi absentmindedly, a somewhat vague prayer forming in his thoughts.
Help me stay strong through what comes next.
As for as I was concerned, the gods didn't' know about Luke. And it seemed Chiron wanted it to stay that way, until at least the campers knew, anyways. Luke was given a second chance for a reason. And ever since Luke committed suicide to save Olympus, I had known that fate was precise, and didn't play around. If the three Fates wanted Luke to have a second chance at life, than so be it.
Oh yeah, Wise Girl was definitely getting to me alright.
I pushed around his food with no purpose, his thoughts just EVERYWHERE in his brain. Wherever I looked, it reminded me of Luke. Campers? Almost died from Luke. Camp necklace beads? Marked my quests against Luke The sky? Zoe Nightshade, a death indirectly from Luke. Piper? Silena. Will? Michael Lee. Leo? Charlie, as Silena called him.
I was always happy; But Luke was something else entirely. Would Luke wake up with no memories, an amesia-something? Would he wake up angry? I was almost certain he would wake up bitter and confused, however.
Perhaps when he woke up, he would be shunned. Of course, Thalia, Nico, and I would welcome him; we understood him, saw him die. But the others? Not so much. Especially Annabeth. My stomachs churned at the thought of Luke hurting my Wise Girl again. Mentally, of course.
And there was Calypso, too. Great. Annabeth already hated her; And Leo kept on flirting with her, to no avail. I mean, I suppose Calypso was pretty, and gentle, and nice, and smarter than me… Okay, I see now how Leo likes her. I like her too; But not as much as Wise Girl, of course.
Wise Girl's the best :3
Before I knew it, I was swept along, sat down a log surrounding the campfire. I seemed to be glowing blue.
The exact same blue of Luke's eyes. Or, at least Luke's eyes a couple months ago anyways. I didn't sing the cheesy/amazing songs at the top of my lungs at usual. I didn't' sing at all. I just stared at the fire.
And for a second, I saw Hestia flicker into existence.
Does she know about Luke and all?
Well, even if she did, I trusted the Last Olympian. Hestia gets it. She's just as kind and sympathetic as Calypso, if not more.
The bonfire seemed to get warmer and more friendly, and I did too.