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3rd Person P.O.V
Angela woke up in a cold sweat. As she looked around her cabin she found some of the new year-rounders up and getting ready for breakfast. She remembered her nightmare, when Percy and Annabeth came back from the raid on the Princess Andromeda, how their faces looked when they told the camp about Bekendorf. How Selina had cried on her shoulder when she found out. That was three months ago. The day after the raid, she was head counselor for cabin nine. She was the second oldest in the cabin, 15, and the best blacksmith next to Beckendorf.
Angela had remembered that day crystal clear. She didn't have that many friends at her old school, I mean who would want a friend with callused and ugly hands? She remembered the day 6 years ago, when her life went from kind normal to crazy. She lead her cabin out to the dining pavilion, they were all heavily bandaged.
We had just come back from the Titan war in Manhattan and cabin nine had 3 more empty beds now. Angela had stayed up all night weaving their shrouds with the help of Cynthia, her 14 year old half sister. That night their brothers and sisters were to be put to rest. She was dazed, 19 hours ago she was fighting more monsters than she could have possibly imagined, dracaena, hell-hounds, even a few gorgons. She snapped back to reality as Annabeth pulled her aside.
"Hey can I talk to you for a sec?" she said in a hushed tone, not exactly a whisper but not loud enough for anybody but me to hear.
"Yeah sure." I replied, signaling for Cynthia to lead the rest of the cabin to breakfast.
She looked horrible, her grey eyes were bloodshot and her hair was in a bun. This may not sound weird, but Annabeth having her hair in a bun was about as rare as the Hunters visiting camp and being happy about it.
"Yesterday," she paused. Her eyes went off into space.
Gods. This girl needed some sleep.
"Earth to Annabeth. I repeat Earth to Annabeth?" I said as I waved my hand across her glazed eyes.
"HHM? Oh yeah," she said, snapping back to our conversation. "Yesterday, Percy and I got called to the throne room, and well," her eyes filled with delight, I realized that they hadn't been that way in a long time. "I'm re-designing Olympus"
"WHAT?" I almost yelled, "How? What? OH GODS ANNABETH THAT'S AMAZING!"
"I know!" she squealed as I tackled her in a hug. She sounded the exact same when she told me she had kissed Percy in the Labyrinth, before finding out he was most likely dead.
"And well, I need prototypes. And I need good ones. So would you like to make some for me?" her eyes glinted with hope.
"GODS ANNABETH YES!", this time I did yell. Everyone heading to the dining pavilion turned around to look at us, the two girls jumping and squealing with delight. So we did the natural thing, ran.
After getting to the fireworks beach, she explained everything. How Percy got offered immortality, and turned it down. How Grover had been deemed lord of the wild, how exactly she had gotten the job to re-design Olympus, and how all of the demigods would be pilling in because of Percy's wish.
"Annabeth that's amazing!" I was genuinely happy for her. She had gone through pretty much everything, loosing Luke, getting out of the Labyrinth, the sea of monsters, and the Underworld. She deserved something amazing out of it.
They had reached the dining pavilion, for the time being all of the head counselors had decided not to sit by cabin because the Apollo kids needed to treat so many people, since only about a third of the camp's population were actually healthy enough to get out of their cabins and because it was just depressing how little of the camp population there was left. She sat down on a picnic blanket with Annabeth while she picked at her bowl of Fruit Loops.
"Hey Ange," Annabeth started. Angela knew something was happening. Annabeth never called her Ange unless she was in dire need of something "It's August 18th." I immediately knew what was on her mind. Percy.
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