Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Rick Riordan.
Riptide stood glimmering in the shallow waters of the fountain. It was in its sword form, large and gleaming celestial bronze. Its Greek inscription, Anaklusmos was engraved on its side. The fountain itself was old. Annabeth's architectural instincts popped on. The fountain was an old Greek design, but virtually everything that was Greek was old. It was made from marble, or possibly white granite. It was cracked on the sides, like someone drew a sword at it. On the top, was a slab of crystal. Now that she looked at it, the fountain looked like it was used for Iris messaging.
Back to Riptide. Annabeth gingerly lifted the sword from the water. She brandished it for a bit, testing its weight. It was still a sturdy sword, but too heavy for her taste. She prefered daggers or knives.
"Oh god," she muttered and tried to find the cap of the pen form of Riptide. She found it, placed it on the tip of Riptide, and it shrank down to a ballpoint pen. A deluge of memories were threatening to overflow, but Annabeth pushed it back. She clutched it tightly in her hand, and ran as fast as she could out of the Poseidon cabin. Poseidon had no demigod children after her Percy, or not that she was aware of.
Percy, the new one, was standing there, drawing figures in the dirt. As she walked up to him, he erased it with his foot, but Annabeth saw a glimpse of a line with spokes.
"Hey," Annabeth said.
"Hey," Percy said back. Then he noticed the pen in her hand. "Who uses a pen these days? Especially ink pens," he said sarcastically.
"Well Mr. Know-It-All, this is not just a pen. It's a sword!" she said, shoving him playfully.
"Suuuure," Percy said grinning.
"Ugh, follow me idiot."
And so they were off. Annabeth still continued to give a tour. Somethings were changed, like the location of the pegasi stables, so she had to ask another camper about that. After a while, Annabeth realized something.
"Percy, you need a weapon."
Percy crinkled his nose with confusement.
"Like, a weapon weapon, or like a thing to show off?"
"A real, deadly weapon," Annabeth said seriously. "It's the matter of life and death for a demigod."
"A weapon weapon it is," Percy muttered.
They walked toward the armoury while Percy asked questions.
"So can I have like, a whip? Or the cool things that superheros use when fighting bad guys-"
"You'll see," Annabeth said tiredly.
When they arrived at the armoury, Percy was bursting with excitement. The armoury was filled with weapons. Axes, spears, whips, maces, daggers, all sorts of celestial bronze weapons. There were even a few mortal weapons, and even imperial gold.
As far as Annabeth knew, the exchange program between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter was strong. You had to have at least five years of experience in the respective camps, then you were eligible and could apply to go to the opposite camp to make friends or broaden your demigod knowledge. Already, she could see the Greeks and Romans at the campfire, chatting and laughing, trying to convince each other to learn Latin or Greek.
Percy brought her out of the thinking.
"Hey, I like this!" He was holding a solid black whip that was made out of a strips of celestial bronze and imperial gold. Put together, celestial bronze and imperial gold made deadly weapons.
Honestly said, it looked a tad bit ridiculous.
Percy swung the whip around. Annabeth opened her mouth to say a warning, but it was too late. Armour on the walls fell to the ground, and were left with a shallow indentation. It would have to be fixed by the Hephaestus kids, and they wouldn't be happy about that.
"Oops?" Percy said timidly.
Annabeth sighed. "What's with you and whips?" She took the whip from Percy, and threw it in a corner.
Percy looked at it sadly.
Annabeth snorted, and tugged him to a section of simple swords.
"Awww, this is boring!" he exclaimed.
She gave him a stern look. "Try this," she said grabbing the nearest sword. It was a Japanese katana, with a celestial bronze blade.
Percy took it from her and held it up.
Annabeth narrowed her eyes. "Too light,"
They spent over an hour trying different swords. Each time was "too light", "too heavy", or "too flashy". Finally Percy found a suitable sword with a light leather grip. It wasn't perfect, but Annabeth didn't want to spend a night in the armoury trying to find a perfect match. She found a scabbard to hold the sword, and then they walked out to have dinner.
o.O.o
Annabeth sat with her siblings and she ate dinner. She watched Percy at the Hermes table. He popular there already and was telling tales of some sort. Everyone laughed at him. Some girls were trying to flirt with him, and for some reason, Annabeth's heart twisted at the sight of that. She chided herself. Percy is very handsome. Of course girls would like him. But that didn't explain why her heart was hammering with jealousy. She hadn't felt it since decades. He's gone, Annabeth. Get it together! She told herself mentally.
Percy laughed as a gentleman should, and gently pushed away the girl who was trying to straddle him. After everyone was finished with their meals, campfire started.
The fire was blazing merrily as demigods, satyrs, and dryads had fun. Someone must have smuggled some booze, so it was being passed around. Annabeth declined when it was passed to her.
The night slowly dragged on as everyone was singing and dancing. Annabeth was mesmerized in her thinking. Suddenly there was a tinkling sound.
"HELLO!" someone yelled. Annabeth looked up. It was Percy. He must have drunk some of the booze and gotten drunk.
Percy stood up on a log. He brandished his new sword in the air. "I GOT A NEW SWORD!" People around him laughed. "IT'S VERY PURTY, AND I NAMED IT BOB!" Bob. Bob. Bob.
By just saying Bob, it unleashed a wave of memories. Tartarus. Bob and Small Bob. Damasen. The Doors of Death. Her Percy. Annabeth stood up abruptly, shaking. Eve, who was sitting next to her, asked, "Annabeth?"
"Annabeth?" Percy echoed drunkenly. He then promptly fell off the log.
"No," she said flatly. Then she ran to her cabin.
She plopped down to her bed, exhausted. No one came after her. Then she started crying. She cried and cried. She cried until no more tears came. Annabeth then fell asleep, clutching Riptide, which had fallen out of her pocket. She then resumed to have the most turbulent sleep in her whole life.