All characters belong to Rick Riordan.
Hi guys. I decided to let another chapter out today, because it's 12:47 in the morning, I have nothing else to do and I don't have to wake up early tomorrow, and I always seem to write better at night time. Even if I had writer's block during the day, thoughts always fill my head at night. I usually day dream at night, before I go to sleep. Ironic, huh? I'll probably have the next chapter out either tomorrow, or the day after. By the way, don't be afraid to review! It doesn't get annoying. And if I don't get the next chapter or two out in the next two days, send me an email/ review reminding me to upload/type it. Anyways, I hope you like the story.
I wasn't sure what to do, exactly. I decided the best thing to do was sit until we could figure out something.
I sat down, and Annabeth immediately followed. She picked up my hand so she'd know where I was. It was kind of awkward holding hands with her, because I was really self conscious. I mean, I bet my hands were sweaty and dirty after all that climbing and crawling on the ground. When I peeked over at her, I saw that she was staring at my face intently, which made me turn away quicker than I would have if she had slapped me. Haven't you ever had that awkward moment when you look at someone else at the same moment that they look at you, then you both whip your head away in embarrassment that you were caught staring at each other? Well, this was like that, only she didn't look away, which made it more awkward, like she was burning a hole in the back of my head with her eyes.
After the uncomfortable moment of silence, I noticed it wasn't completely silent. I could here something. I stood up, still holding Annabeth's hand, trying to hear the soft sound better.
It was water. Small waves, washing up on the muddy, sandy, Camp Half-Blood shore. I heard Annabeth whimper. I remembered that we were still covered in spiders. She'd probably been resisting screaming this whole time.
"C'mon," I said, tugging on her hand, towards the soft sound of the water. I can't remember why exactly I felt the water was the place to go. I guess it was because I always felt stronger in water, like nothing could hurt me. Like I was home, safe and welcome.
We got to the water after a small walk. I took off my shoes and my shirt and jumped in the lake, all the spiders rising to the surface as soon as I got under.
I felt a splash.
Annabeth had came in, too, and all the spiders floated away from her clothes, all floating up then being gently pushed by the currents until they were all off.
She swam over to me. She looked like she was shaking. She was shivering! I guess I wasn't really affected by the cold water, since it brought me just as much strength and power as any other temperature water.
I wrapped my arms around her, trying to get her warm. Then the water started making a soft "Ssssss" sound, like sizzling. It was steaming. I'd never tried to control water temperatures before, but I guess I can.
She'd stopped shivering, and was now wrapping her arms around me. I could have stood there not moving for hours, but then I heard something in the trees.
I let go of Annabeth.
"We'd better go, I think I heard something." I said, scanning the area.
"Yeah," Annabeth murmured, letting go of me. "We should find a way back. We probably already have monsters tracking us."
I swam out of the water, and rinsed off my shirt and shoes I'd left at the shore (they still had spiders on them), then noticed that I had all my clothing completely soaked. Then I remembered that I had the power to be waterproof. The water slipped off of me and my clothes with the smallest thought.
"Annabeth, come over here." I said, reaching out my hand. She held my hand, and the water spilt off of her clothes, too.
"Thanks. I didn't know you could do that to another person." She said, looking up at me.
"Well, I remembered that when I was in the bottom of the Mississippi river, then when I touched a hamburger wrapper it became dry, so I figured, it'd probably work the same on you." After saying that, I quickly wished that I hadn't; because I knew there'd be a scowl on Annabeth's face for comparing her to a filthy fast food napkin at the bottom of a polluted river.
Great going, Percy. You had her, and then you lost her.
