Heyo! I've finally updated! I doth noth own PJO! I'm a bit writer's blocked on my other stories, but have no fear! I've got a bunch more I could put up! On with the show!
I continue to crutch back to the bunk in the Poseidon cabin which I had claimed previously. I plop down on the bed and swing my legs up and onto the mattress. 'This is going to be one long year.' I think in annoyance.
Percy enters the cabin about fifteen or so minutes later. "Archaía! Everyone is looking for you!" He exclaims.
I look lazily up at him. "So?" I drawl, motioning for the son of Poseidon to give me a reason for caring.
"Will went ballistic when he couldn't find you! Everybody's been searching for twenty minutes! Even Clovis is looking for you!" Percy yells.
"Who was that again?" I ask, trying not very hard to remember. "Son of Hypnos?"
Percy nods exasperatedly. "Yes, now what do you have to say for yourself?!"
I pop an eyebrow at him. "Your point is… ?"
Percy makes a really guttural 'ugh' sound and throws his arms in the air. "I can't stand your attitude! You made everyone worry and you just don't care?! How rude is that! Do you talk to your mom that way?!" Percy shouts. My eyes narrow so that they appear serpentine.
"What. Did. You. Say?" I question, my tone becoming dangerously venomous.
"I said, do you talk to your mom that way?! Are you even listening?" Percy exclaims, not realizing the danger he's in.
"Perseus. Jackson. Come. Here. Now." I order ferociously.
Percy marches up to me. "What do you want." He monotones.
"Closer."
Percy leans in closer.
"Closer."
"Are you sure about this? Someone might think we're-" Percy asks.
"Just get closer." I snap and Percy is three inches from my face.
"What is it?" Percy wonders aloud. In a matter of seconds, Percy is lying on the floor, his nose bleeding. "What'd you do that for?!" He yelps, cradling his probably-broken nose.
"Don't ever talk about my mother." I growl, but there's an underlying tone of grief and despair.
Mom… I miss you. I want you back in my life.
Not in the Underworld, floating around as a mindless shade with no point for existence.
My body involuntarily starts trembling as I think of my mother. Percy, with a mouth full of ambrosia, comes over and sits on 'my' bed. "Hey, is something bothering you? You can tell me if you want…" He scooches closer to me, but not too close so that I can punch him in the face again.
I turn away from him, trying to look mad at him, though my attempts are fruitless. I'm trying not to mention my mom at all in a conversation during this year I'm supposed to be here. But I don't think that I can keep that promise. It'll be harder than dealing with the Olympians, harder than coming back from the dead; although I heard two of the Roman campers did it.
The son of Poseidon puts his hand on my shoulder and I tense up. "Hey, it's alright. It'll help if you talk about it. What's on your mind?"
I start trembling harder. "It's… it's… it's nothing." I manage to choke out, trying to keep my façade up whilst trying not to cry. "Nothing at all. I'm fine. Leave me alone." I look up at Percy.
"Are you sure? You look pretty upset to me." Percy asks.
"I'm fine." I choke out, getting up and crutching my way out of the cabin as fast as I can.
"Archaía! Come back!" Percy yells behind me, and I continue to crutch away.
"Leave me alone!" I shriek and swing Enίai, freezing time and crutching into the forest. I'm not gonna go back there, I'm gonna hide in the forest within the boundaries. And I'm never going to forget.
So, I want your opinions. All of those 148 readers. Should I have a love interest enter the story? And does anyone even read these? I mean really! No OC submissions! Please!