A/N: So funny story guys...I sort of rewrote both the first and second chapter after writing like ten chapters or so, so I kinda assumed some facts during the chapter. So she is NOT a daughter of Neptune. I'm not gonna pull that kind of BS. If she were a daughter of Neptune I would soooo make her fall in love with Percy/Jason/Leo and also be a daughter of Artemis with a horrible past because if I'm gonna pull Mary-Sue stunts you gotta go ALL the way. Oh, BTW, read this chapter over too and it also doesn't mention who she's a daughter of, so just gonna say. SALACIA. Woah. Original. It gets mentioned eventually, but I'd rather you guys just know. BTW this chapter is just fluffy, playful filler which I don't really care for...Oh and sorry if anything is wrong with grammar or the format is weird because I take this from Google Docs to Word, so it's a bit mashed. Love ya guys! No seriously. I love you.
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or Zoopals
II
Neve
It was a relatively calm day, considering pretty much everyone might die tomorrow. It was like a normal Sunday at camp (Sunday is the one day the campers get off [more like they just slack off, they're all workaholics] because all the wolves leave to go scout out new recruits).
There was Karen, daughter of Mars, facing Avery, daughter of Venus in a sort of CQC (Close Quarters Combat) off. Tia Ryker, daughter of Tempestas, was versing Grant Lazzaro, son of Mars. They were both good fighters and it could have swayed either way, but Tia was too much of a goof off to actually try to win. She was too busy making a joke of the battle then actually trying. It was kinda funny since Lazzaro always got really into his battles and he'd win at pretty much any cost. Whilst Tia just jumped around swinging her golden, sparking sword every which way. She had no grasp at what was really going around. She was a complete air head. Up in the air were the wind gods' children.
Neve thought a cool thing about them is the fact that they has huge wings. All of the children of the four wind gods have huge wings that let them fly. There was the son of Aquilio, Ace Satori. Fletcher Jester the son of Favorinus. Anthony Germaine is a son of Auster. Vulturnus also has a son, Vincent Smith. They all basically stick together like quadruplets.
Neva and Jason walked down through all the battles that were going through. It wasn't too hard to dodge all the swords that were coming their way (most of the time, she almost got nicked by William). They walked all the way to the archery arena. Neve was pretty good with everything, but couldn't shoot a bow for her life. After trying a couple times when she was littler she learned that it was not her calling. The mocking of other campers helped her come to that conclusion.
Normally, she avoided the archery range like it was the spawn of the devils hiding spot-which it sometimes was-but he led her here and she just blindly followed him. She just watched him practice his archery. For some people like Neve there was no use to practice because she is simply in capable of getting good at archery. She shoots an arrow and she is pretty lucky if it doesn't somehow hit herself.
Sometimes she might come and try her aim with her knives and or maybe even a javelin, but normally she avoided the place, but as she said before, Jason brought her here.
He pick up a generic bow and arrow quiver and started shooting. He never missed his shot, he was too good for that. "You know how much is riding on this?" he asked. Another shot narrowly missing the bulls eye.
Sitting on the grass, she looked up at him. The way the last of the day's sunlight hit him made him seem golden, and that's who he was. The Golden Boy. Jason Grace, the pride and joy of all that is New Rome. The Legion's weapon that could not be beat. Something so valuable that it should never be lost.
Neve didn't like to think about that.
He was so important that she couldn't stand the thought of him getting hurt or, may the god's forbid it, die. The Legion would collapse. He could very well be the only causality in this war, but it would cause so much disruption in the Legion that it would be like losing everyone. "A lot," she finally spoke up.
He smirked and kept on shooting. "The fate of Olympus, our lives, the rest of the humanity."
"Yeah, that's a lot," she tried to smile up at him. Jason looked at her quizzical. Somehow all of this crazy stuff was happening, she still managed to give him his favorite smile. Her attitude about this issue was so light and carefree that he could see why some people were really bothered by it.
"Aren't you worried about dying, or the Titans winning?" he asked.
She sighed as if she had been asked this question hundreds of times over. "The Titans will not win. It's as simple as history," she tried to explain to him, but he just gave her a confused look. "Look at the history. Uranus over takes Chaos, Saturn over takes Uranus, Jupiter over takes Saturn, it is always the child that takes the parents. I'm not worried about the Titans. I'm worried about the children of the gods that have switched sides. If there is on thing I have learned from being at this camp is to listen to history."
It was weird. She was usually not so bright, but still at times she managed to make sense. She was confusing especially when she had that weird twinkle in her eye. "And?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "Everyone dies, Jason. I will die. Get used to it." His bow creaked even more and when he let go of the arrow, it nearly knocked the target over.
"I don't just let people die," his voice was strained. It was almost a threat.
"Sometimes you won't have a choice, Jason. Get used to it," her green eyes threatened him to question her. There was a dangerous air around them. Both of the demigods were powerful in more ways than one. They both had the social aspect and the just plain power aspect.
His eyes seemed to glow like they were about to electrocute her, but he stood his ground. "Nev?" he asked.
She paused. "Yeah?"
"If I die tomorrow make sure nothing bad happens to this camp," he let off another arrow that hit the bulls eye. She bit her lip and looked down. The tables were turned. She didn't care if she were to die tomorrow, but if anyone else were to…
She couldn't argue the point, though, especially to Jason. He would flip the tables on her and put her in his shoes. That's why Neve kept her mouth shut. "Remember that time when the flaming owls tried to eat us?" she asked.
He smiled at her. "Duh. When Matt started going crazy saying that it was a sign from Minerva that we were on the wrong tracks."
"And then he started claiming that she was evil too." They both laughed. "Remember the first time I came to camp?"
"You were so stubborn," he grunted. "I've never seen someone with a broken leg run so fast."
"It's part of the trade. Remember the time when you got lost at sea last year?" she asked.
"And there were all those weird horses on the island. I've never seen so many horse variations in my life!"
"It was the best when one chomped down some of Bonnie's hair,"
"Remember when we met your mom?"
"Neptune was so pissed, but he insisted on having me call him Father."
"That was awkward."
"That would be like you calling Juno mother!"
He snorted. "I already do call her mother," they laughed. He sat down across from her. "I wish I was a kid again," he whispered.
"When I was kid, I didn't lie to anyone, but myself," she mumbled looking at Jason. "I had a mom, a dad, a brother, and a family. Now I have you guys and it almost makes things right,"
"I thought you didn't care for your mom," Jason questioned.
"You don't have to like someone to care about them," she mumbled. Sometimes if you say a lie so many times it will start to feel like a truth. "I…" her voice faltered. "Remember Liam?" she asked.
Jason beamed. "Liam was awesome. I miss him," he looked at Neve. "You miss Finn." It wasn't a question. It was more of a statement.
She nodded. She couldn't put in words what she would do to get her brother back. "Him and Theo," she told him. Jason nodded as if it was the first time hearing this, but he had heard this a thousand times from her. She may be reckless, but she also doesn't let things go, or rather people.
"Remember when you took that quest to work behind enemy lines, but no one knew about it?" he asked.
She tried to smile, but it didn't really work. "Seeing your faces with all the shock and hurt was horrible. I could tell that some people were torn what to do and some were glad to get an excuse to drive a spear through me. William did," she told them even though he was there.
"I wanted to die that moment when I saw you in the ranks of Saturn. I thought you were dead, but no. You had joined the enemy. I didn't know who to hurt, you or the person who convinced you to do such a thing," he admitted. He drew little stick figures in the dirt.
She smiled at the head praetor doing such juvenile things. "I remember hearing things about how some of the demigods in the army did not care for Saturn, but instead were taking a free ride to take down some of the gods. They wanted to rule the world by themselves. It seemed like such an…appetizing idea."
He looked at her with worry. Such a sentence could be considered treason here and she could be convicted and executed if he were to tell someone else that. "Really?"
"And then I realized how chaotic it would be having the world run by teenagers, and that was enough proof for me that it should never happen."
"Except if I were a god," he said.
She laughed. "Except if you were a god. You would be god of the pikachus or power cords or something ridiculous like that," she snorted.
He rolled his eyes, "Sure. Be nice. Make fun of me now, but mark my words—"
"—when you become god of the power cords you will tangle them all up for me? Oh, that's a real threat," she joked. "That's it." She stood up and dusted herself up. "I wage war on you, Jason Grace."
He laughed and got up. "You and what army?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen my army of seals? Gods, they're absolutely terrifying. I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy, but I will make an exception for you." She declared.
He laughed. "Good. Me and my army of eagles will take you," he said. He gave her the bow and arrow. "Fire the first shot of the war," he offered.
She glared at him, but tried. "Fine." It didn't go well. She shot it and the end of the arrow ended up scraping her upper arm, so she had a nice ripe cut on her arm. "I get the first attack and I still end up getting hurt. This isn't a good sign, is it?" it was a joke, but Jason could hear the hint in her voice. This might be nothing or it might be a bad omen.
"You should really work on you aim." He said. Even though she worked so hard on launching the arrow, it still ended up broken on the ground ten feet in front of them. "And accuracy, and holding the bow, and shooting the arrow, and your strength," he listed.
She took the bow and smacked him. "Who needs arrows when you have a perfectly good stick right here?" she smirked giving him her signature smile.
"I don't think a stick is going to help us win the war," he mumbled.
"Like the great Gandhi said, 'Have faith in nature because that's all there is,'" she said.
"I'm pretty sure he didn't say that,"
"Yeah, because I said that."
