Whoop, a split pov chapter this time, I hope you guys enjoy! It should be fun anyways.
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The Official Clarisse: Percy does very much take all of the responsibility she can- she doesn't like other people having to deal with things alone even when she's had to before, which is very much canon Percy too I think- having that responsibility of being the child of the prophecy would be a lot to handle. And honestly yeah, Percy just like 'hey, hey guys, wanna go to Egypt?' Annabeth would just be dying like 'YES! Let's go now!' and Rachel would just be like 'You two we're in the middle of a quest right now. Plan dates later.' and I think that would be beautiful.
Guest: Jason and Thalia aren't that similar appearance wise though, Jason canonically takes after his mother more than their father from what I recall, even their eyes are different shades of blue, so they won't be noticing too much of a resemblance when there's other things more interesting- like Hazel's brother and the guy who looks exactly like her old best friend, because Leo looks exactly like Sammy did. Don't worry there will be no crush between those two- they will talk about it but I mean, Leo has Calypso and Hazel has Frank. And you will get a brief glimpse of someones reaction to the boat being missing.
Weirdhead: Currently Percy would very much like to know her own life story while also being a lil bit terrified of it. She's going through a lot at the moment- which will be addressed because let's face it, she's gonna be struggling a lot without memories, and Percy's mental health is just not addressed enough in canon- kid admits to Jason that sometimes he wants to freaking die and it's laughed off. No more of that.
Undeath9087: Frank and Hazel sat there listening to Percy tell them some of her crazy stories 'WHAT THE FUCK?!' Also Hazel and Frank just casually forming the Percy Protection squad when they learn about Alabaster. I imagine both of them would be willing to kill him. And yes, I love this trio's friendship honestly, it's just so good.

Percy had panicked when Hazel had collapsed- if it hadn't been for Frank she'd have slipped and hit the ground, as it was her body had gone limp and she hadn't responded to her frantic yelling.

It had been pretty easy to decided to get her on land- it wasn't ideal but they had no idea what had caused her black out and if it was to do with the rocking motions of the Poseidon's Joy 2 then it would be best for her to wake up on dry land, so Percy had made the boat turn into land and when they reached it she and Frank had carefully lifted Hazel and Percy had used a platform of solidified water to carry them all to land, where they carried Hazel up onto the cliff that overlooked the beach.

Frank was clearly frantic with fear as he shook Hazel's arms, and Percy had to stop him, dragging him away with a stern look on her face, "Frank calm down! She's breathing, I know you're freaking out and you're scared but this isn't how we handle things like this? We need to stay calm-"

"But she just collapsed and she won't wake out she's been out for ages-" Frank's voice was still panicked, and Percy could understand that. She was pretty sure that she'd been there, done that, but it wasn't a good idea.

"Yes, but shaking her like that and shouting her name could startle her and hurt her more." she let go of Frank's arms and dropped to her knees next to Hazel, and Frank joined her a moment later, though he was pale and worried looking as Percy very gently reached out to press her hand to Hazel's head, "She doesn't feel to hot. That's somethi-" she cut herself off, because she could see Hazel's eyes slowly blinking open.

She'd been out for a little while, between their first attempts to wake her and the fact that it had taken them what felt like a lifetime to actually reach the dry land- the sun had set and the night sky was lit up by stars.

When Hazel started to sit ip Percy pressed a hand behind her back, offering support as Hazel looked around slowly, a still half asleep confused look on her face. "Where are we?"

Frank exhaled. "Thank the gods you're awake! We're in Mendocino, about a hundred and fifty miles north of the Golden Gate."

"A hundred and fifty miles?" Hazel groaned. "I've been out that long?"

"Yeah, you had us all worried." Percy's voice was soft as she brushed Hazel's hair out of her face- she wasn't sure why she did it, it felt like an instinctive gesture. She wondered if she did it to the boys in the picture- they were her brothers she was sure of that, it would explain a lot honestly. "We couldn't wake you so we decided to bring you ashore. We figured if it was something to do with the seasickness then being on firm ground would be best for you."

"It wasn't seasickness." Hazel looked scared Percy realised- why was she scared? She looked as if she wanted to throw up. "I haven't been honest with you. What happened was a blackout. I have them sometimes."

"A blackout." Frank took Hazel's hand, a very concerned look on his face. "Is it medical? Why haven't I noticed before?"

"I try to hide it." Hazel looked down, "I've been lucky so far, but it's getting worse. It's not medical... not really. Bianca thought that it was a side effect from my past, from where she found me but... she's not sure anymore."

"Hazel-" Percy frowned, "Why do I get the feeling that there's something big that you've been hiding- is this to do with what Octavian's trying to blackmail you with-"

"He's what?" Frank's eyes widened and he almost growled, "That little-"

"Yes, yes-" Percy held up a hand, "He's a dirty rat and I think both of us would happily beat the shit into him but he's not important right now. Hazel. Where did Bianca find you? And what's changed why's she not sure anymore?"

Hazel looked terrified, she was trembling slightly, whatever this secret was, it had to be a big one. And the way Hazel was looking at her- Percy had the terrifying feeling that whatever Hazel's secret was it wasn't just going to change things for her but for Percy too.

"I-" Hazel closed her eyes, "I'll explain but-" she grabbed at her pack, which Percy and Hank had brought to the shore with them, "But- first- is there anything to drink?"

Percy blinked before cursing softly in Greek- though she only realised it was Greek when Hazel and Frank shot her bewildered looks. "Uh, yeah, sorry, we do but they're down on the ship. I left my supplies on the boat."

"It doesn't matter." Hazel shook her head "I can walk-"

"Don't even think about it," Frank said. "Not until you've had some food and water. I'll get the supplies."

"No, I'll go." Percy said quickly. It was partially because she wanted to give her friends a moment of privacy- she could see the way Frank was holding Hazel's hand still- but also... a part of it was because she was scared. Scared of whatever Hazel's secret was. "You two stay here. I'll be right back."

"You sure?" Hazel's voice was weak, "I don't want you to-"

"It's fine." Percy's voice was firm, "Frank, just keep your eyes open okay." she looked around, was the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach from her fear of what Hazel was going to tell them or was it something more, "Just- be careful. I don't like this place."

"I'll keep her safe." Frank said quickly, his voice firm.

And Percy nodded, spinning around and rushing back towards the ship, trying to push down the terrified feeling in the pit of her stomach. This was wrong.

It didn't take her long to reach the Poseidon's Joy 2, and it took her even less time to grab a bottle of water, though she paused as she did, staring blankly ahead of her for several moments. Was it cowardly? Not wanting to go back, not wanting to face her friends? Because she knew, she knew whatever Hazel had to tell them it was going to- it would change everything. And Percy wasn't sure she was ready to hear it- whatever it was.

…

Hazel watched Percy go, a tight feeling in her chest- Percy knew. She knew something wasn't right. Hazel couldn't blame her for running away like that, she could see the fear in the older girls eyes as she'd gotten up and rushed off.

Frank drew her attention back to him- and Hazel found herself blushing slightly when he did- by clearing his throat and letting go of her hand- which she hadn't even noticed that he was still holding.

"I, um…I think I understand your blackouts," he said. "And where you come from."

Her heartbeat stumbled. "You do?"

"You seem so different from other girls I've met." He blinked, then rushed on. "Not like…bad different. Just the way you talk. The things that surprise you—like songs, or TV shows, or slang people use. You talk about your life like it happened a long time ago. You were born in a different time, weren't you? You came from the Underworld."

Hazel wanted to cry—not because she was sad, but because it was such a relief to hear someone say the truth. Frank didn't act revolted or scared. He didn't look at her as if she were a ghost or some awful undead zombie. At least she knew one of her friends wasn't disgusted- hopefully Percy would take it as well as Frank was- though... gods but it would be different for her wouldn't it?"

"Frank, I—"

"We'll figure it out," he promised. "You're alive now. We're going to keep you that way."

The grass rustled behind them. Hazel's eyes stung in the cold wind.

"I don't deserve a friend like you," she said. "You don't know what I am…what I've done."

"Stop that." Frank scowled. "You're great! Besides, you're not the only one with secrets."

Hazel stared at him. "I'm not?"

Frank started to say something. Then he tensed.

"What?" Hazel asked.

"The wind's stopped."

She looked around and noticed he was right. The air had become perfectly still.

"So?" she asked.

Frank swallowed. "So why is the grass still moving?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Hazel saw dark shapes ripple through the field.

"Hazel!" Frank tried to grab her arms, but it was too late.

Something knocked him backward. Then a force like a grassy hurricane wrapped around Hazel and dragged her into the fields.

Hazel knew weird pretty well but this? This was something else- she felt as if she were trapped in a funnel cloud of plants. She'd heard of modern-day singers jumping into crowds of fans and getting passed overhead by thousands of hands. She imagined this was similar—only she was moving a thousand times faster, and the grass blades weren't adoring fans.

She couldn't sit up. She couldn't touch the ground. Her sword was still in her bedroll, strapped to her back, but she couldn't reach it. The plants kept her off balance, tossing her around, slicing her face and arms. She could barely make out the stars through the tumble of green, yellow, and black.

Frank's shouting faded into the distance.

It was hard to think clearly, but Hazel knew one thing: She was moving fast. Wherever she was being taken, she'd soon be too far away for her friends to find her.
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the tumbling and tossing. She sent her thoughts into the earth below her. Gold, silver—she'd settle for anything that might disrupt her kidnappers.

She felt nothing. Riches under the earth—zero.

She was about to despair when she felt a huge cold spot pass beneath her. She locked onto it with all her concentration, dropping a mental anchor. Suddenly the ground rumbled. The swirl of plants released her and she was thrown upward like a catapult projectile.

Momentarily weightless, she opened her eyes. She twisted her body in midair. The ground was about twenty feet below her. Then she was falling. Her combat training kicked in. She'd practiced dropping from giant eagles before. She tucked into a roll, turned the impact into a somersault, and came up standing.

She unslung her bedroll and drew her sword. A few yards to her left, an outcropping of rock the size of a garage jutted from the sea of grass. Hazel realized it was her anchor. She'd caused the rock to appear.

The grass rippled around it. Angry voices hissed in dismay at the massive clump of stone that had broken their progress. Before they could regroup, Hazel ran to the rock and clambered to the top.

The grass swayed and rustled around her like the tentacles of a gigantic undersea anemone. Hazel could sense her kidnappers' frustration. "Can't grow on this, can you?" she yelled. "Go away, you bunch of weeds! Leave me alone!"

"Schist," said an angry voice from the grass.

Hazel raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Schist! Big pile of schist!"

A nun at St. Agnes Academy had once washed Hazel's mouth with lye soap for saying something very similar, so she wasn't sure how to respond. Then, all around her rock island, the kidnappers materialized from the grass. At first glance they looked like Valentine angels—a dozen chubby little Cupid babies. As they stepped closer, Hazel realized they were neither cute nor angelic.

They were the size of toddlers, with rolls of baby fat, but their skin had a strange greenish hue, as if chlorophyll ran through their veins. They had dry, brittle wings like corn-husks, and tufts of white hair like corn silk. Their faces were haggard, pitted with kernels of grain. Their eyes were solid green, and their teeth were canine fangs.

The largest creature stepped forward. He wore a yellow loincloth, and his hair was spiky, like the bristles on a stalk of wheat. He hissed at Hazel and waddled back and forth so quickly, she was afraid his loincloth might fall off. "Hate this schist!" the creature complained. "Wheat cannot grow!"

"Sorghum cannot grow!" another piped up.

"Barley!" yelled a third. "Barley cannot grow. Curse this schist!"

Hazel's knees wobbled. The little creatures might have been funny if they weren't surrounding her, staring up at her with those pointed teeth and hungry green eyes.

They were like Cupid piranhas.

"Y-you mean the rock?" she managed. "This rock is called schist?"

"Yes, greenstone! Schist!" the first creature yelled. "Nasty rock."

Hazel began to understand how she'd summoned it. "It's a precious stone. It's valuable?"

"Bah!" said the one in the yellow loincloth. "Foolish native people made jewelry from it, yes. Valuable? Maybe. Not as good as wheat."

"Or sorghum!"

"Or barley!"

The others chimed in, calling out different types of grain. They circled the rock, making no effort to climb it—at least not yet. If they decided to swarm her, there was no way she could fend off all of them. Her only chance was to keep them talking until Frank and Percy could come and help her get out of this.