Hey, Guys! This is my first PJATO fic. The pairings are PercyxAnnabeth, ClarissexOC, and CalypsoxOC. I hope you like it!
NOTE: This is a fanfiction for those who have NOT (and will not) Read the Sequel Series!
Yeah, My name isnt Rick Riordan. I'm not a millionaire...So I OBVIOUSLY don't own the Percy Jackson Series.
Sunday, June 13th, 3 PM.
Percy's POV:
I was sitting by the lake, twisting bits of water between my fingers like silly putty. Summer has just started, but everything feels like it already over. Annabeth's going to be late this year because her dad is taking her to an archeological exibit in Spain (I like to call it Operation: Kiss-up.) and Grover is roaming in the forest with Juniper. All I wanted to know what the Great Prophecy meant. It was too frustrating.
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
Come on! Its confusing. I wish the Oracle came with a dictionary. (No offence to Rachel, of course.) I need to stop worrying about it, though. For all I know it could be for my Great-Great-Great-*bleep*in' Grandaughter! Still, I can't get Too Relaxed...
Annabeth's POV:
I can't believe dad took me to Spain. Its Amazing...and frustrating. My gods, the aratecture here is gorgeous, but I want to get my butt over to camp now. I know Percy is probably pissed, but It's not my fault! Dad just hauled me away last month. I barely had time to pack my bag...and thats really saying something. I don't really have that huge of a closet. In the end, I managed to grab my Yankees cap, a couple t-shirts and a few pairs of Minishorts before the flight.
The trip would've been perfect, except for the fact that camp half-blood is not in Spain.
Thursday, June 16th, 11 AM.
Percy's POV:
Okay, so Annabeth is coming back today, and I'm completely stressed out.
Why, you may ask? well, for one thing, My cabin is a mess. I know that Annabeth lives in the Athena cabin, but she spends the most time here, with me.
No, not what you're thinking.
We like to watch movies.
Yeah, we arent very high on the romantic scale, but we have a great time.
Anyways, My cabin. As you know, my cabin is low, long, and solid, with all the windows facing the sea. There are five empty bunk beds it that I pushed together to make a large make-shift king sized bed. The walls that are a seafoam green that smell like sea spray and fresh fish. Usually, my fountain that dad gave me shines with crystal clear sea water, and my driftwood-like floors are always subltly rocking side-to-side, giving the feeling of being on a boat.
But no, my room is a disaster.
My normally clear floor is shrewn with orange Camp Half-blood t-shirts and other clothes (Including plenty of boxers) and candy wrappers of the blue variety.
Annabeth is gonna be pissed.