Lobo: Hello, lovely people of the internets! We are back!
Ninja: She's been freaking out about writing this fanfic since we were writing the last chapter of Run. She begged us to write another one.
Night: Yeah. So, we shall let you read this piece of crap that we call a fanfic.
Lobo: And thank you to all of you who read, reviewed, followed, and favorited! If it weren't for you, there would be no sequel. This story is dedicated to you all. Anyway, we do not own anything you may recognize from the books. All we own are our OCs. Happy reading!
Aurora's P.O.V.
My hair was still wet from washing out the black hair dye as clumps of it fell to the floor in soft curls. During the week of the frozen spring, it had grown to my waist, and I had decided yesterday that it needed a trim. I pulled my newly washed, dyed, and cut hair into a braid over my left shoulder.
I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure that no one would be able to see any abnormalities aside from the usual unhealthy look I have. The circles under my eyes had gotten darker, my lack of sleep being made more prominent day by day. Will Solace told me last week that I had lost roughly six pounds and that if I lost anymore, I would be in danger of malnutrition. Nico had overheard this and since then had been forcing me to eat. I pulled the collar of my black turtleneck up a little higher to hide the scars from scratching my neck.
Sighing, I stepped out of the Hermes cabin and into the warm sunlight. The air was filled with the scent of lilacs and daisies, and the bright spring sun had strewn its gentle rays across the ground. Blades of grass danced in the cool April breeze, and the leaves in the trees cast shadows on the ground below them. Only one word could describe it: beautiful.
Nico, Percy, Annabeth, and a satyr whose name I found out was Grover Underwood had gathered outside of the Poseidon cabin. As I got closer, I heard Percy say something that sounded like "the old gang's back together again" before high-fiving Grover and kissing Annabeth. I'm guessing those three had went on their first quest together.
"You guys ready to go?" I asked, approaching the group.
"Well, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can get back, so… definitely," Percy laughed.
"Not all of us will make it back though. Remember the prophe-"
"Don't bring up the prophecy. We're all going to come back alive and in one piece. None of you are going to die on us, got it?" Annabeth said forcefully.
"Can't make any promises," I teased. "And you can't change a prophecy."
That last bit startled me a bit. My voice had become lower and it reminded me of a troll from Homestuck. No one else seemed to notice it though. Nico's fingers intertwined with mine. He squeezed my hand in a comforting manner that made me think that maybe he had noticed.
"You are notleaving without a hug! Come here, Rory!" Marissa said. Instead of hugging me, her arms were wrapped around Percy. He looked a little uncomfortable in that situation.
"Um… Marissa, that's Percy. Aurora's over here," Leo said, guiding her to where I was standing with Nico not too far off. She immediately threw her arms around me.
"You had better come back soon," she threatened, hugging me tighter.
"I will. I promise I will." The thing is, I wasn't so certain that I could keep that promise.
Marissa had grown taller since I had left camp. She was now a food five inches taller than me. Her curly brown hair had grown another two inches, and it now reached just below her shoulders. Her brown eyes which she had inherited from our father shone with the dim light of concern, as if she knew of my uncertainty.
She let me go, and the five of us left her and Leo standing where they were.
As we were walking toward the camp's exit, I tried to decipher the prophecy Rachel had told only two days ago.
"The Lightening Thief, wits, and nature,
Death and snowflake combined,
Stop the reawakened,
The Lords of Sky and Time.
All will fall to despair's gleaming sword,
One shall not return.
All that has happened will be erased,
The past will surely burn."
Whatever the Hades that means.
"Are you okay?" Nico asked, leaning closer to my ear so that the others couldn't hear.
"Yeah. I'm perfectly fine. Why would you ask that?"
"You seem a bit out of it. If you're thinking of the prophecy, then stop. It won't do anyone any good to think about it. Trying to figure it out usually results in people bei- Aurora, what did you do?" he asked, pulling down my turtleneck.
"I swear on the Styx, I don't know how it happened! I whole up one morning and found the scratches. I didn't do it on purpose. I've been good."
He sighed, putting his arm around my waist. We walked on in silence, off on another adventure.
Lobo: One chapter down, many more to go! Feel free to leave a review. They are greatly appreciated!
Night: Shut up. I'm sick of hearing you already.
Ninja: Be nice, Night.
Night: I don't know how.
Lobo: *sighs exasperatedly* Okay, let's end this chapter so that we can write the next one!
All: Stay weird. Stay awesome. Stay demigods.
~ Lobo, Ninja, & Night