***Warning*** contains spoilers for The Last Olympian.
This story is actually based on a small part of my main story: The Anchor of Love - a Percabeth Adventure story set two years after TLO.
I streamlined it and cut out some story specific details and voila!
Enjoy it!
The Sacred Rock
- a oneshot by Camzy
I held his hand as he guided me down to the Canoe Lake. I noticed the boat house nearby. It was shoddily built and the foundations were weak. If the dock was rebuilt with steel girders…
Percy turned to face me and I instantly forgot about steel girders and foundations.
"What is it Seaweed Brain?" I said.
I was hopelessly lost in his magnificent green eyes and dark hair. I smiled at him as he fumbled with his own thoughts.
"I missed you," he said.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Thankfully, the rational side of my mind took over and I managed to say: "I missed you too."
As his hand closed around mine, all logical thoughts were replaced by a nervous excitement at his touch. We set off down the beach together. Together. That was the beauty of love I thought to myself as we lay down on a big rock overlooking the Canoe Lake, with the forest to our left, and the Camp behind us. I called it Omphalos; in Greek, it means The Sacred Rock. Zeus used the original Omphalos as a marker for the "center" or "navel" of the world. I liked to think that Percy and I were at the center of everything.
We talked for a short while and the conversation eventually turned to Luke. Two years had passed since Luke died, and I had finally made peace with his memory. I told Percy the truth up on Mt. Olympus. Luke took me under his wing when I was seven. I looked up to him as a brother, a father even. He was my first real friend. His death was a bitter blow to take, especially since he was tied to everything in my life for the four years of the war. I feared losing him so much because I was so scared of being alone. I thought I had no friends, nobody who cared about me.
I was wrong.
Percy had left camp against the rules to save me from the roof of the world. He had risked his life for me multiple times. It took me a while to work it out, but Percy was the rock in my life now.
I looked up at the stars glowing brightly in the night sky. I thought about them: huge masses of fire and energy sizzling hundreds of miles away. But nothing burned as strongly as the flame in my heart.
"I love you Percy Jackson," I said.
The words seemed weak, inadequate. He meant more to me than the three most powerful words you could say to another person. For the longest time, the logical half of me insisted that love was just a made up emotion. You did not just love; it was a buildup of lots of other feelings – friendship, passion, trust, lust.
Percy had changed all that.
Our lips met and in that moment, I understood that love was a feeling of its own; a very special feeling that only comes to a lucky few.
Percy was my love, my sacred rock.
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