Sorry I haven't updated in over a month! Well anyway, happy holidays! I know some parts sound extremely cheesy and lame so forgive me for that too. I just don't know how to make it sound better.
Percy P.O.V. - Next Day
I came back to camp after going to Georgia for 2 days. Jeez, people just don't understand the concept "Dude-I-have-a-life-I-want-to-go-back-to-so-don't-ask-me-a-gajillion-questions-and-leave-me-alone-concept." Those people are really incapable of handling a camp. I wonder why the Gods even bothered.
But setting aside, I came back to Camp Half-Blood in full spirits, excited to see my beautiful Wise Girl. Chiron wasn't in his office, so I headed towards the dining pavilion which was strangely quiet. It was breakfast time and normally Travis and Connor would be pouring maple syrup on peoples' heads and chasing each other around, but today it was silent. Nobody was shrieking at Connor and Travis to stop. That was unusual. Not a single beep emanated from within the pavilion. That's when I realized that it was completely deserted. Odd, I noted.
I went towards my cabin to freshen up before finding Annabeth. I headed towards the Poseidon Cabin, which in case you didn't know, is the best cabin in the world and probably Olympus too. My dad had remodeled it to the latest surround system, a 3-D TV screen which took up one whole side, and he made it sweeter with Black Ops and Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. Is he the best dad or what? There was a lot more, but why should I make you envious with all the details.
I noticed a sizeable crowd gathering in the courtyard, but I soon realized I was wrong. They were all in front of my cabin. Whatever happened to privacy? Chiron was standing in front of with campers trying to peer over him. Not very promising!
I strode forward to seek what the commotion was about. You would think that since it was my cabin, I got priority treatment to go in, right? Well you thought wrong if the answer was yes. I was pushed back, and the stupid thing was that this kid was several inches shorter than my 6 foot tall stature. I looked down and saw Clovis, from the Hypnos Cabin.
"Clovis, what on Olympus is going on here?" I demanded in frustration. My voice must have carried because everyone looked up in astonishment. Great, I found the campers. Now I sent them into shock. What was with these people? Seriously, my cabin here.
"So what's going on? Why is everyone so freakin' upset?" I grumbled loudly enough for Chiron to hear. My voice must have been a magic stimulant because everyone suddenly unfroze and ran off without saying a word. The crowd dispersed in 2 minutes flat, leaving me alone with my former mentor, Chiron.
His grave expression indicated difficulties. I pulled out Riptide by instinct, but he said, "Percy, put your sword away. We need to talk in my office immediately."
"Not before I find out what everyone was staring at. I mean, come on. Look man, the entire camp can look in my cabin, but I can't. What kind of joke is this?"
"Percy, please stop," he pleaded, but I had already turned a deaf ear to him.
There was a note posted on my door with an owl symbol. Annabeth's stationery. I picked up the letter gingerly and read it to myself.
Dear Seewead Brian (dyslexic, remember?),
I love yuo very much whit all my hart, but I must leave four yor sake. If you truely love me in return, you wouldn't look four me. I'll miss you terribly.
Your Wise Girl ()
I could see the blotches from when she had cried. Hot tears fell fast down my cheek adding new blotches to the already existing ones. Our "tears" could be together, but we can't. After that, I blanked out.
Someone splashed me with ice cold water. I stood up with rejuvenated strength in my arms and limbs. I flexed my arms, but hit something in the process. Dang! It was Will Solace from the Apollo Cabin. He must have been in charge of treating men with his medical expertise.
I stepped over his prone body and walked towards Chiron's office. I felt peoples' gazes bore down on my back. My eyes were puffy from the unashamed tears. Grover hurried over and handed me a picture of Annabeth. I burst out into new tears upon seeing her face. He had failed miserably in trying to comfort me. I don't see how he hoped it would help. He offered me a tin can, which I refused, "Not now, Grover. Go use your childish ways of comfort somewhere else." It was harsh. I could see that in his face. I felt horrible. He's my best friend. Way to go, Percy!
"Grover," I called him back, "I'm sorry man. It's just, well you know why. You don't the empathy link to figure this one out. Come with me to Chiron. I have to tell both of you something." In response he gave me a hug, "I'm there for you, Perce."
We reached Chiron's office. "Percy, son, I'm sorry…" He shook his head in genuine despair. He recounted Annabeth's uncharacteristic behavior the previous day and how he should have realized that something was wrong.
"Chiron, I'm leaving," I said softly interrupting his explanation. "I can't live here without her. I feel guilty already as if it were my fault. I'm going to find her no matter what he letter said. I feel like she's making a big mistake, and I won't let her."
I turned around and walked out without bothering to wait for a response.
