A Treasure Wrapped in Pink Ribbon

by Between.the.Lines888

While cleaning out a spare room in the Big House, Poppy finds a bundle of old letters. She begins to read them only to discover they were written by some of the most famous demigods to ever have lived. Love letters, from all different times, to all different pairings.

1. A Treasure Wrapped in a Pink Ribbon

A Treasure Wrapped in Pink Ribbon

Poppy stood at the door to the spare room in the Big House, enviously listening to the laughing of other campers playing outside. If only she had not fallen asleep during the Head Camper's meeting, she would have not unwittingly volunteered for this less than desirable task. In her defence, the night-blooming Casablanca lilies had kept her up all night. The Demeter Cabin Head Counsellor reluctantly opened the door to the musty room. She watched as the dust motes danced in the golden light streaming in through the window before entering the room and closing the door behind her.

The room was filled with cardboard boxes and various other odd things. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust; this room had not been disturbed in years. Chiron's instructions rang in her ears, she was instructed to clean and organize the room in order to store more crap in here.

Poppy, reluctantly, started moving boxes around, stacking them in orderly towers. She had made significant progress when she managed to knock over an old suitcase that was balanced between a three-legged stool and a dented shield. The suitcase toppled to the ground and spilled its contents onto the floor. Poppy cursed and proceeded to pick up the items that now littered the floor.

The contents of the luggage were odd, to say the least. There was a New York Yankees baseball cap, a pen, a helmed marred by burn marks, a pan flute, a pair of winged sneakers, and a small collection of camp necklaces, which she tucked into the suitcase. Almost everything had been safely returned to the battered suitcase, when a bundle of paper tied with a ribbon caught her eye.

She picked up the parcel and carefully inspected it. She drew the conclusion that they were a bunch of letters from the stiff envelopes. The pink satin ribbon was worn and had been stained by water; the pages were slightly yellowed; the paper smelled like old books. Poppy's curiosity was sparked. She removed the stool from the pile of junk, sat down, and carefully untied the ribbon.

She plucked a letter at random and read the print on the front: Percy.