A/N: Okay, so today in English class we were studying Sylvia Path's Mirror. One quote inspired me to write some Percabeth fan-fiction, so here's a short one-shot. Hope you like it...
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Mirror.
"Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness."
-Sylvia Path, Mirror
It was noon, and the sun shone high above Long Sound Island. On the Mortal side of the island, a young boy with black hair and sea-green eyes was sat on the beach, building a sandcastle. From the window of one of the beach huts he was watched by his mother, who chuckled slightly.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, the Demigod side, three kids were playing with what seemed to be a bronze ball, which was far too heavy for three kids such as these to be playing with. Nevertheless, they were. One was about fifteen, with blonde hair. Another had curly hair, and the legs of a goat. The final seemed to be the youngest, a girl with blonde hair and grey eyes. Suddenly, the goat-legged kid kicked the bronze ball high up, over the treetops, and away.
"Aw, Grover!" the girl complained, folding her arms in a pout.
"If you want it, Annabeth, go fetch it," the blonde kid replied casually. The girl gaped at him.
"It'll be on the mortal side of the island, Luke! We can't leave Camp!"
"Then you can go and tell Chiron you took the bronze cannonball and lost it." She glared at him.
"You'd- You'd blame it on-" She stopped, seeing his expression. "Fine, I'll go get it." She wandered off into the woods, grumbling.
"Uh, Luke? Do you think it's safe she go out alone?" the goat-legged kid asked. The blonde nodded, staring after the girl with an amused expression.
"Sure, Grover," he said. "She's cleverer than she looks."
"Right." Grover seemed unconvinced.
Meanwhile, Annabeth pushed aside a branch from a pine, revealing the road. The ball had rolled across the road and landed in the sands on the opposite side of the road. She blew on her hair to push it out of her face. Then, she glanced both ways and crossed the road, stooping to pick up the ball. That's when she felt eyes on her. She drew up slowly, seeing that her observer was a boy her own age with black hair and green eyes. They locked eyes with each other, staring for a while, Annabeth tucking the cannonball under her arm.
"Percy!" the boy's mother called, and the boy stood up. He flashed Annabeth a smile, a smile that made her heart leap strangely. She frowned. Was she sick? The boy- Percy- ran back to the cabin, opening the door and disappearing inside. Annabeth straightened up fully, running back across the road. She arrived back at the clearing where her friends were waiting, red-faced and short of breath.
"You found it!" Luke cried. Annoyed and angry, Annabeth tossed him the ball.
"Next time," she growled, "Go fetch it yourself." With that, she stalked away.
A/N: Well? Was that good? I hope it's good enough to get a review or two...