Percy's POV
"Help me back in!" Annabeth yelled at Percy. They were in the canoeing together in the lake, and Percy thought it would be a good idea to push Annabeth in.
"Help me up!" Annabeth yelled, but Percy couldn't hear her over the sound of his own laughing.
"This is not funny!" She shouted. Percy gained control of himself, then looked over the canoe at Annabeth.
"Yes it is, Wise Girl," Percy laughed. Annabeth grabbed onto the canoe, and pulled herself up a bit, careful not to flip it. Percy grabbed onto her hand and helped her up all the way into the canoe. Annabeth glared at Percy, but he could see a smile creeping onto her lips.
"I am going to kill you, Seaweed Brain."
"Yea, probably," He said nonchalantly.
Annabeth gave him a glare that was ruined by her obvious attempt to not smile, then started to dry herself by wrenching out her clothes.
"Let me help you with that," Percy said, then willed the water to come out of her clothes. She was dry in a matter of seconds. Annabeth then grabbed one of the ores, and started paddling to shore. Percy grabbed the other one and started helping her. He could have just willed the water to just carry them back to shore, but rowing meant he could spend more time with Annabeth.
Percy's eyes wandered over to the forest. He then saw a small flash of pink light.
"What the," Percy muttered, and looked closer. He could see the outline of a largish figure on four legs. Upon further inspection, he found more of them surrounding the first. He barely caught sight of them as they went flying to the Big House.
"What was that?" He muttered to himself.
Aphrodite's POV
Aphrodite was looking down from above the clouds onto Half-Blood Hill. She had been so clever to hide her love wolves here. She knew Artemis would not dare come here, because of the spell Aphrodite put on it years before (I'll get into this more in later chapters, I might even write a spinoff about it). Although, the trip there had weakened the wolves, so they did not have a physical form, and they needed to rest in a something that was physical. So, naturally, Aphrodite sent them to the thing with the most powerful love magic, her own scarf.
Aphrodite smiled, and directed the wolves (with telepathy) to the Big House attic, where she knew her scarf was. She saw them all make it up to the attic, and go into her scarf one by one. Each time one entered, the scarf grew a little brighter.
Soon they were all in the scarf, and Aphrodite went a little lower to get a better view of the camp. She then fashioned herself a little seat out of the clouds, and waited for the show to begin.
Percy's POV
Percy decided what he saw was probably just a trick of the light bouncing of the water, and continued rowing back to the shore. Soon enough they were back on the shore, and had docked the canoe. Annabeth sighed and laid down on the warm sand next to the lake. Percy followed suit, and soon they were laying by each other, listening to the sound of birds and watching the setting sun. Percy savored the moment, and just laid there, taking in Annabeth's presence.
Percy's bliss, however, was soon disturbed by Conner Stoll yelling "Hey Percy! Come help us put this stuff in the attic of the Big House!" Percy sighed inwardly, then reluctantly got up and headed towards the big house.
When he got there, he saw Connor and Travis carrying some pickled monster heads into the attic, with Chiron directing them.
"Must be some sort of punishment, I guess I'll help them out" Percy thought, then went over and started helping them carry the heads into the attic. After about fifteen minutes, Percy was carrying the last Gorgon head up into the attic.
"Put it by the dragon head!" yelled Chiron up the ladder.
"Okay!" Percy yelled back. He looked around and found the dragon head almost instantly. He made his way to the head, and slowly set the Gorgon head down beside it. He then started making his way back towards the ladder, when something caught his eye. Percy turned and saw a faint pink glow coming from behind a shelf. Normally, if you see a strange glowing light, your first instinct is to get away from it, but Percy's curiosity got the best of him, and he made his way toward the light.
Once he got behind the shelf, he could see what the light was coming from, which was Aphrodite's old scarf.
"Why is it so bright?" was Percy's first thought, and he made his way closer to the scarf. It was inside a glass case with a label on it stating, 'Aphrodite's Scarf, found by: Perceus Jackson and Annabeth Chase'. Percy remembered when they had found it, and had almost gotten killed while doing so. He vaguely remembered when she had snatched it away from him saying 'Stay away from that love magic'.
"Why had she done that?" Percy thought. He knew the answer, but the more he looked at the scarf, the more he wondered why she had taken it away from him. He was almost touching the glass now, and he found his hands lifting away the lid to the case. He put the lid aside, and reached into the case. The moment he touched the scarf, he felt warm and fuzzy. He lifted it out of the case and smelled it. It smelled like the sea, and something else, something familiar.
Percy lifted the scarf up to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. He wondered why Annabeth had denied him this happiness.
"Annabeth," He thought. The name was so beautiful, which matched her perfectly. He subconsciously wrapped the scarf around his neck, and that's when he passed out.