So I've kind of been pushing this out of the way for a while. I'm pretty unsure about this particular oneshot, and normally I have a couple friends that sort of, proof read, I guess, before I post, and one of them never emailed me back so I was even more unsure. But my motto in life, as I tell my friends is that, "You never know exactly what's going to happen, so you might as well plunge into the darkness and see where you end up," so I figured it couldn't hurt to post it.
Also, as much as I wish I did, I don't own PJO.

He was laughing with his friends, the ones he'd known his entire life. They were in a small park, joking around. It was their winter break, and they were messing around with the snow. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a tall blonde girl looking over at him. She was pretty, but there was a look in her eyes, like she was disappointed, upset, but mostly in pain. It scared him.

"Hey, guys, hold on a minute." He told his friends, standing up.

"Hurry back, Perce." A tall, thin, blonde boy said, still laughing.

Percy headed toward the girl. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

She was maybe only an inch, at the most two inches, smaller than him. She furrowed her brow and looked at him. "Why did you come over here?" She asked him. "You don't know me."

He didn't answer. "What's wrong with you? You look hurt."

"I'm fine, Percy." She assured him, starting to turn. "You should go back to your friends."

He saw through his peripheral vision his friends had stopped laughing, and were instead watching him, curious. He grabbed her. "You know my name." He pointed out. She looked like she was mentally face-palming herself. "You know me. I can tell."

She looked up at him, but it wasn't her anymore. A tall girl with electric blue eyes, looked at him, snowflakes scattered across her jet-black hair. Her eyes looked a bit freaked, but she still kept a straight, thoughtful expression.

"Perce," a boy's voice jarred him back to reality. "Come on, we're leaving."

He looked at the girl. A part of him wondered why he even noticed her in the first place, why he cared. But the other part wanted to reach out to her, help her. He felt drawn to her. And he didn't even know her. "I guess I'll see you later." He mumbled to her before following his friends.

For some reason, an unspoken sentence echoes throughout his brain. And even though he'd never heard them spoken before, he knew they belonged to the dark-haired girl. And he knew they were for him.

Must be nice to be a regular mortal.