Watch that!
Percy turned, blocking an attack as the attacker's sword clattered to the ground. "Oh, come on!" The camper whined. "There was noway you could've seen that!"
Percy smiled. "That was good, keep practicing; Make sure that grip is tight."
The boy shrugged, "Bows are more my style anyway." And he ran through a bush.
"Thank you for that, Wise Girl."
A form shimmered into existence, dressed in silver and wings of gold fluttering behind her. Eyes of stormy grey.
"Anytime, Seaweed Brain. Now, Im sure you have a game to win?"
"How can you be sure we'll win?"
She smirked, kissing his cheek quickly. "Because, your plan was my plan," Annabeth straightened her posture. "Now, win the game."
Percy grinned and bounded off.
~oOo~
Percy drove through the drive through of Mc Donald's, Nico in shotgun.
He opened the window and ordered a happy meal, looking at Nico skeptically. "You never ask me for a ride," Percy said. "What r'you doing?"
The pale boy arched a brow, resting his head on his knuckles, propping up his arm on the door. "I figured you wanted to talk about Annabeth,"
Percy's eyes lit up, but he paused. "What do you mean 'talk about Annabeth'what is there to talk about?"
"I heard you talking to no one in the woods, while I was walking around at night." He said again, eyes trailing out of Percy's window.
Nico pointed, Percy turned and payed, taking the food and drived. Nico took the happy meal happily.
"Continue," Percy did a wave with his hand at Nico.
"And I felt some other presence. Not a ghost. Its just, good?" He shrugged. "It was a good presence, and it came from the spot right beside you."
Percy blinked a few times. Sucked in a deep breath, trying not to be overly screaming in joy as it was true. Or so, Nico had confirmed.
He wasn't imagining her.
It was such relief, but as realization hits, that satisfaction crumbledaway.
Annabeth was still dead.
His shoulders sagged and he pressed his back more against his seat.
Nico took notice and sighed, doing the same thing. "I know,"
Percy ran his fingers through his hair. "She's still dead."
Nico nodded, a look of sympathy brought onto his face. "I know."
~oOo~
Piper's embrace was all there was tonight.
"Its not fair," Percy sobbed into her shoulder. "She's there, but she's still—"
"Shh, I know, Percy." She pulled him in closer, it was as if he was at breaking point again, and what needed to keep him in one piece was a tight grip.
Fragile thing, he was.
Percy felt a hand placed on his shoulder, squeezing.
Annabeth
He stopped, blinking a few tears out before turning around, sure he could feel her here.
But sadness panged in his heart again.
Empty space.
Piper placed a hand on his, glancing up at Percy's face. "Is she there?"
Percy looked down and said in a sad voice. "No."
