(Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or FEAR. But I do own Teresa the pegasus and Andrew the son of Apollo.) Percy's POV
Three days past and I still haven't figured out what I was going to sing. Some of the Apollo kids tried several songs but I didn't really like country or heavy metal (they sometimes call it death core rock which is a lot louder and I can't understand the screaming). Even the Aphrodite kids tried everything, and I mean everything. They mainly choose those lovey-dovey songs that Taylor Swift and Hannah Montana sing, but I am definitely not a Disney fan, since they try to feed me the Jonas Brothers and I refuse all the time. This one song they tried to let me hear was something about 'that's why I go to school for' or something like that, I refused to that too.
Something that isn't that much Disney-fied but still has meaning to it would probably be a good song to play. I'm courageous and all that, but I'm not used to getting up on stage and singing. I never sang before, mostly hummed and I doubt that I'll be successful at it. I just need a few more days for training and trying to find a decent song.
When I entered the arena, just before I could lift my head, black fur stumbled over me about the size of a hummer and started licking my face so much I had dog drool all over my face. Mrs. O'Leary.
"Whoa girl!" I tried to say. What I would like to say is that I really missed her, considering that I hadn't seen her since I arrived at Camp Half-Blood about two weeks ago. She finally gave me one last lick that made my hair stand up in a weird kind of way, almost making me look like Alfalfa from The Little Rascals.
I pat her head and fed her a giant dog biscuit, "You gonna' see the fireworks?"
She looked at me with her red lava eyes and I could tell she was just by her face. I patted her head one last time and walked over to one of the dummies.
Uncapping Riptide, I furiously tore through the belly and whacked its left shoulder a hundred times before I whirled around and cut off its head. Straw lay around it as I went over to the next dummy. Before I could attack it, I caught sight of Annabeth in the stone bleachers with her head absorbed in Daedalus's laptop.
Annabeth's POV
I ignored everything around me and indulged in Daedalus's projects. There was this one project where trebuchets would be able to throw five times as more rocks of Greek fire than normal, I didn't really find that interesting, but there was this other one that could make walls seem to be liquid and impassable at the same time, like something phantomized. While the screen was loading, I slumped back and crossed my arms and that's when I saw Percy whacking one of the dummies in the arena. I could swear that my heart crept into my throat when he finally saw me and smiled one of his famous sheepish smirks. I smiled back and waved, but I noticed the reddened handprint on his left shoulder and closed up the laptop to put it in my satchel bag.
Running down the bleachers, I landed in front of Percy, "You okay?"
"My left shoulder hurts, why?" he asked.
"You have two body parts hurting you now, Percy," I said, "Something's going on and I need to know."
"I'm trying to concentrate on training and—"
I cut him off, "Trying to find a song?"
"Yeah, I heard you were singing something called Sanctuary."
"The girls in the Aphrodite cabin debated between Simple and Clean and Sanctuary. When it came down to it, they argued about the Japanese version over the English version."
"English is better to understand."
I shrugged, "I guess so, and you haven't let me check you."
"Uh...does it require my shirt taken off?"
"Unless you want an x-ray exam and that can cause cancer and costs a lot of money."
"Fine..." he lifted up his shirt and I suddenly took an interest in the grass while I shuffled my feet.
"Okay, Annabeth, it's off. Do what you want," Percy finally said. I looked up to find a long deep scratch that ran down from his collar bone to the ribs.
"How'd you get that again?" I asked, ignoring the fact that I was expecting the next buff Hercules and not just a regular fifteen-year old kid that looked like he'd been working out three times a day.
"I caused some kind of crack in the Los Angeles airport mall," he pointed to the scar, "I didn't know this was here."
"You didn't know?!" I snapped, "It could be infected for all we know!"
"Calm down, jeez. And I thought I needed to be calmed down during the flight here."
"Just put your shirt back on."
Reluctantly, he pulled his shirt over his head and straighten it down so I wouldn't see the um... should I say it? Okay, fine! ...Abs. Suddenly a song popped into my head that Percy might like to sing. It was by a guy that sang a song for one of the 2007 movies, and blame Bobby and Matthew for making me go watch it. Plus, Percy mumbled the title to the song when he was sleeping during the flight.
"Hey, Seaweed Brain," I asked.
"Yeah?" He capped Riptide and stuck it in the back pocket of his jeans.
"I found a song you might like."
"Oh yeah? What's it called?"
"Little Wonders."
John's POV
As soon as word spread to me that Percy's half-brother was a cylcops, I thought they were joking until I actually saw him. He had crooked yellow teeth with peanut butter stuck between them, and what really caught my attention was the eye. I mean, one big brown eye in the upper center of his head, and he was about as tall as me, as tall as what people say as the height of Chiron in centaur form, which I never saw before since he said he injured his leg last year and it hadn't healed fully yet.
Tyson usually likes to tinker with metal and have fun with the 'hippocampi' at the beach. He'd said he just came back from making five-thousand three-hundred thirty-eight magic swords at the underwater forge. Who knew there were strange crap like this hanging around the world where people were clueless about their surroundings?
Anyway, back to the amphitheater. I helped Andrew, the conductor of the orchestra, calm everyone down. Everyone had their instruments polished, oiled, and tuned, thanks to Andrew for realizing that they had 'musical potential' and not 'wasted potential'.
I'm not a music person, don't get me wrong, it's just that I have nothing else better to do than prepare kids for the concert and the war at the same time. Andrew had ruffled honey blonde hair and hazel eyes. He said he wanted to be a real conductor when he grew up.
"So," Andrew asked, "you're the psychic everyone is talking about?"
"I guess so," I said.
"Guessing is probability, so there is no real answer when you're guessing," he suggested, "Mostly it means yes, but I need a real answer... please?"
"Yes..." I mumbled. This kid was real nice and all, but sometimes gets on my nerves.
"Oh good, I'm deeply in need of an assistant though. You interested?"
I looked at him, "You're on."
Sorry I had to ditch Tyson and the rest again! I will eventually add them fully soon! ;)