Thanks for the reviews guys! It just makes my day to know that people are reading and enjoying my stories! :]
Ok so this one is about how Percy felt when Thalia called him seaweed brain. Enjoy!
Memories
"You want some, Seaweed Brain?"
For a split second I didn't know how to react. Then, as fast as that moment came, it was gone and replaced by undeniable rage. I can't recall a time I had ever been so angry. How dare she call me that? She knew that's what Annabeth calls me. Did she even care that Annabeth was gone? Did it even bother her that we didn't know if she would be coming back? I had never wanted to fight someone more in my life, never wanted to hurt someone more than I did at that moment. The anger I felt when Ares, the God of war, was around paled in comparison to this.
Thalia seemed angrier about losing the game then she did about the fact that Annabeth wasn't here. How could Thalia just continue on like nothing had happened? More importantly, how could I? It just occurred to me at that moment while Thalia and I faced each other like we were in a duel to the death, that I hadn't done anything to get Annabeth back. Why wasn't I busting down doors searching for her? Why was I sitting around like a scared little boy waiting for someone to tell me what to do? I couldn't help but think that if it had been me, Annabeth would already have been halfway around the world searching for me.
I had failed her. I could have saved her. But I didn't. Now I wasn't doing a thing to rescue her. Since when did I actually start listening to what people told me to do?
I had to do something. I had to find her, had to hear her voice one more time. But at that moment I couldn't see anything beyond my irritation at Thalia. She doesn't understand. I had been friends with Annabeth for over two years while Thalia was that stupid tree. I listened to Annabeth when she needed someone to talk to. I listened to her talk about Thalia. How she was so brave and so strong. Well, where was the big, strong, and brave Thalia when Annabeth was falling off that cliff? Annabeth looked up to her, and Thalia had let her down… I had let her down.
All at once my thoughts were brought back to that dream. Annabeth was in trouble. She had run to Luke's aid only to have him leave her. He left her there, crying out for help against whatever was hurting her. Luke hadn't helped her, Thalia hadn't, and I hadn't. She was alone, terribly and utterly alone with no one to help her.
This wasn't about Thalia anymore, I'm not even sure if it ever was. I was angry, and I needed to do something about it. I was angry at Thalia for not caring, at Luke for being heartless. But, more importantly, I was angry at myself for losing Annabeth. If… no, when I find her, I promise I'll never lose her again.
Raising Riptide with the intention of inflicting pain, I glared at Thalia with hatred I had never felt before.
"Bring it on, Pinecone face!"
I wasn't planning on continuing this once I was finished with these three (actually at first it was just going to be the one-shot about Annabeth) but now that I've finished The Battle of the Labyrinth, I just can't! There are so many more one-shots I want to write after I finish this book. So next up I'm thinking will be something from the Labyrinth.
Thanks again for the reviews!