Thalia wiped tears from her eyes. I had just made that up, and it was touching. Was I morphing into some kind of girl? I really didn't want to know. Some other people made speeches, and I zoned out. Until I heard a loud eruption. I uncapped Riptide. A battle was near, and like always, so was I. Inside the safety of camp, was odd. A huge hellhound ran in and charged me, I was about to stab it, but it jumped on my face and knocked me cold. I woke up, hours later, with a big ache in my face. Annabeth's dress was teared every were, and hanging on a rack. Along with my suit. I was still wearing my was laying in the bed beside me. In her swimsuit. What had she planned with her swimsuit on? What had happened? Endless questions ran through my head.
I put may hand to my face, it singed. I moved and yelped.
"AH!"
"Annabeth moved in her bed, that's the first time she has!" It was true, Annabeth did move. Who was talking?
"Thalia?"
"It is she."
"What's wrong with Annabeth?"
"She's been unconious for a few hours, like you." Her wedding makeup was smeared and only bits remained.
"The ceremonie, it was beautiful. I say that as a guy." She laughed. Somehow, now she was becoming an older sister. Her words could really affect what I said, and she was a big influence. She smiled, and wiped a little bit of her light grey lipstick from her mouth. I got up, in just pants, and ran to my cabin. The pictures! It had been a few weeks since I had checked them, since I had thought about them. I looked everywhere until I found tehm. I looked at the two I already had. And a new one. Thalia and Nico were excepting the weapons, her's a bronze knife with imperial gold hilt and silver edging. His a coal black sword with silver edging. His hilt was furry and warm. Lie I could feel t myself. Hellhound fur. Very hard to get, because first you have to kill a hellhound to get it. His face lit up ashe felt the hilt. Who killed this hellhound, and how? Killing a hellhound is dirty buisness, and if you can get clean fur, you have to be sneaky. That's when I knew. In the far corner of the picture, the Stolls were standing, both very satisfied. They would teach me how, and now. I wanted to learn how to ascape a hellhound attack without blacking out at your friends' wedding. Annabeth shifted. I saw a flash of her hip, it was bloody. "Woah! What's with her hip?" I haven't seen her hip- Oh gods!"
"Chiron!" He trotted in, with an alarmed look on his face. He nodded. "Annabeth's hip!" He took one look and left, I looked at her hip, it was bloody and cut open, he soon returned. He had a herbal mix in his hand, his eyes were deterined. "This will burn, Annabeth." She wasn't awake but I took her hand. I had this weird feeling. I could that tonight I would be having a dream. She woke up, her eyes red from crying. She screamed at the top of her lungs. He kept on, until she fell back down on the bed. Her head would have hit the headbord, if it wasn't for me. I grabbed her head, and she smiled. A little embarressed of the previous event. Chiron had arranged for Tyson to go home, so Annabeth could room with me the next couple days. I swear, that guys a matchmaker. I didn't know this, I was reading along in my diaries from earlier campers. I had dinner for two delivered only minutes before Annabet showed up. She opened the door after one was on crutches, and in obvious pain. I could barely walk, it turned out I had taken a horrible hit to the leg and bent it, so I was on bedrest. We sat down. Tonight it was Greek salad with steamed potatos. She was in pajamas.
"What?"
"I'm sleeping here, you do know that, right?"
"Oh yeah, sure!" I faked knowing, so she wouldn't know that I never really listen.
"What are you reading?"
"Logs. From earlier Poseidon kids."
"What's with the wheelchair?" "I am on bed rest and can't walk."
"Hey, isn't that familiar?" I thought back to the accident. Wow, I never knew being in a relationship caused that much pain. It was probably the gods. Not the odds. She smiled and dropped down on another bed. I had always wondered why the cabin had so many beds, but maybe, way back, there was actually more than one camper. Annabeth had a pretty way to her hair. It was golden, except for the grey streak. It had curl, and was almost always in a ponytail of some sort. This was the first time I had seen take it out. Wow, she was really beautiful. I would have been happy, but I remembered, I had blown it. She wasn't mine, we were just some two kids, who were sharing a cabin for the night. I took a diary, and began to read. This guy had pretty good girl skills. Or he had just been lying to his diary. He was in love with an Apoll girl. She had dark brown hair, and was native american. He described her outfits as, 'Dresses to a campfire, and jeans to the ball' I hadn't quitefigured that out. HE had written in ancient Greek, so I could understand it. He was very poetic, like his tounge spoke in cursive. He wasn't the most poupular guy, so when he fell in love with Katrina, his whole life had changed. Some campers say, Katrina had died in war, so he spent everyday writing in another journal. I needed to find this journal. Not that I'm being all creepy, but still, following the life of this guy, made me feel a whole lot more lucky. He described sleeping in a moth infested bed as 'a dream bed, as long as Katrina was in it'. He had plans of proposing to her, but a war broke out, and she died. Or so the others say. Annabeth, daughter of Athena, would be able to crack this case. I explained my problem to her, and how I needed to find the book, as it ended with 'My story will not perish, the two other books lay hidden, where only broken hearts can break the code. I wondered what this meant. I asked her.
"Well, sorry Percy, but I don't know what it means. But, I have a good idea."
"Yes!?"
"Unforced. If I tell you it will be forced." I nodded. "Can I sit in that chair, the others aren't comfy."
"I am not getting up."
"Okay." I squeezed myself right up next to her. we were just barely to big for the huge chair.
"Tell me about your mom." She said. I leaned my head back, and began.
I put may hand to my face, it singed. I moved and yelped.
"AH!"
"Annabeth moved in her bed, that's the first time she has!" It was true, Annabeth did move. Who was talking?
"Thalia?"
"It is she."
"What's wrong with Annabeth?"
"She's been unconious for a few hours, like you." Her wedding makeup was smeared and only bits remained.
"The ceremonie, it was beautiful. I say that as a guy." She laughed. Somehow, now she was becoming an older sister. Her words could really affect what I said, and she was a big influence. She smiled, and wiped a little bit of her light grey lipstick from her mouth. I got up, in just pants, and ran to my cabin. The pictures! It had been a few weeks since I had checked them, since I had thought about them. I looked everywhere until I found tehm. I looked at the two I already had. And a new one. Thalia and Nico were excepting the weapons, her's a bronze knife with imperial gold hilt and silver edging. His a coal black sword with silver edging. His hilt was furry and warm. Lie I could feel t myself. Hellhound fur. Very hard to get, because first you have to kill a hellhound to get it. His face lit up ashe felt the hilt. Who killed this hellhound, and how? Killing a hellhound is dirty buisness, and if you can get clean fur, you have to be sneaky. That's when I knew. In the far corner of the picture, the Stolls were standing, both very satisfied. They would teach me how, and now. I wanted to learn how to ascape a hellhound attack without blacking out at your friends' wedding. Annabeth shifted. I saw a flash of her hip, it was bloody. "Woah! What's with her hip?" I haven't seen her hip- Oh gods!"
"Chiron!" He trotted in, with an alarmed look on his face. He nodded. "Annabeth's hip!" He took one look and left, I looked at her hip, it was bloody and cut open, he soon returned. He had a herbal mix in his hand, his eyes were deterined. "This will burn, Annabeth." She wasn't awake but I took her hand. I had this weird feeling. I could that tonight I would be having a dream. She woke up, her eyes red from crying. She screamed at the top of her lungs. He kept on, until she fell back down on the bed. Her head would have hit the headbord, if it wasn't for me. I grabbed her head, and she smiled. A little embarressed of the previous event. Chiron had arranged for Tyson to go home, so Annabeth could room with me the next couple days. I swear, that guys a matchmaker. I didn't know this, I was reading along in my diaries from earlier campers. I had dinner for two delivered only minutes before Annabet showed up. She opened the door after one was on crutches, and in obvious pain. I could barely walk, it turned out I had taken a horrible hit to the leg and bent it, so I was on bedrest. We sat down. Tonight it was Greek salad with steamed potatos. She was in pajamas.
"What?"
"I'm sleeping here, you do know that, right?"
"Oh yeah, sure!" I faked knowing, so she wouldn't know that I never really listen.
"What are you reading?"
"Logs. From earlier Poseidon kids."
"What's with the wheelchair?" "I am on bed rest and can't walk."
"Hey, isn't that familiar?" I thought back to the accident. Wow, I never knew being in a relationship caused that much pain. It was probably the gods. Not the odds. She smiled and dropped down on another bed. I had always wondered why the cabin had so many beds, but maybe, way back, there was actually more than one camper. Annabeth had a pretty way to her hair. It was golden, except for the grey streak. It had curl, and was almost always in a ponytail of some sort. This was the first time I had seen take it out. Wow, she was really beautiful. I would have been happy, but I remembered, I had blown it. She wasn't mine, we were just some two kids, who were sharing a cabin for the night. I took a diary, and began to read. This guy had pretty good girl skills. Or he had just been lying to his diary. He was in love with an Apoll girl. She had dark brown hair, and was native american. He described her outfits as, 'Dresses to a campfire, and jeans to the ball' I hadn't quitefigured that out. HE had written in ancient Greek, so I could understand it. He was very poetic, like his tounge spoke in cursive. He wasn't the most poupular guy, so when he fell in love with Katrina, his whole life had changed. Some campers say, Katrina had died in war, so he spent everyday writing in another journal. I needed to find this journal. Not that I'm being all creepy, but still, following the life of this guy, made me feel a whole lot more lucky. He described sleeping in a moth infested bed as 'a dream bed, as long as Katrina was in it'. He had plans of proposing to her, but a war broke out, and she died. Or so the others say. Annabeth, daughter of Athena, would be able to crack this case. I explained my problem to her, and how I needed to find the book, as it ended with 'My story will not perish, the two other books lay hidden, where only broken hearts can break the code. I wondered what this meant. I asked her.
"Well, sorry Percy, but I don't know what it means. But, I have a good idea."
"Yes!?"
"Unforced. If I tell you it will be forced." I nodded. "Can I sit in that chair, the others aren't comfy."
"I am not getting up."
"Okay." I squeezed myself right up next to her. we were just barely to big for the huge chair.
"Tell me about your mom." She said. I leaned my head back, and began.
(A/N Hey! I have started a new fic. Wicked! The fandom Wicked. Only one chapter... Did you like? Review!)