Percy relaxed as he sat down on a recliner in his cabin. He was quietly sitting and enjoying the peace.
Let me fill you in on what's happened.
Annabeth broke up with Percy. Mutually.
It's the end of the second Giant War.
The gods combined the camps to make Camp Olympus.
Percy is considered the leader of the camp.
Percy is now trying to avoid the constant swarming of girls now that he is single.
So yeah, that's it. Let's continue.
He was expecting a visitor from the Underworld. Nico was supposed to meet him at his cabin at three. But now, he was just waiting quietly. Until a flash surprised him.
He fell off his chair and faceplanted. He groaned and got up. The flash came from a nearby table. It had a book and a note on it. He walked over and picked up the note.
Now that you're single, I'll give you this book. It's in 2nd person by the way. Maybe you'll come to see who else wants you. -CIR
The note was in Greek. He put it on the table and picked up the book. The book was pure grey. He shrugged. He'd experienced weird stuff before, so this wasn't such a big deal. But who was CIR?
He sat down on his recliner and opened the book. It opened to the table of contents. It was a bunch of girl's names. He widened his eyes. Were these the names of girls who liked him? He turned to the next page and started reading.
Reyna
He raised an eyebrow at this.
He leaves you with no warning, and you cry for a lot of time. Then you try to find him, but you are a leader, and leaders have to put their communities before their personal feelings, so you give up.
Percy thought about it. Jason.
You are forced to watch as others go to find him, and you cannot. Because a leader has to set an example.
You're miserable.
Percy widened his eyes. This wasn't how he expected the book to be.
You remember his smile, they way it lit up the whole place, as if it was the only sun in the sky. You remember his blonde hair, shining in the sunlight. And of course his eyes, so electric blue they could've shot lightning.
He's been gone for eight months now, and you lose all hope of him returning to you.
That's when he comes.
He narrowed his eyes.
You remember him perfectly. He destroyed your home, he forced you to fight. He made you a warrior, it was a decision she had to make, but he forced it on you. He made you do it. But, as you watch who you've become, you think maybe it isn't so bad.
He still felt pretty bad about destroying her home.
He's also gentle, he's sorry, he wants to make it up for you. He wants to be your friend. He smiles at you with confidence in battle. He puts others before him, he makes heroes of the worst, he makes friends from enemies.
You start to fall for him.
He gulped.
Reason doesn't exist to you anymore, only his smile and the way he would look at the ocean with a wistful expression, you remember how he left the others dumbstruck, they felt pathetic compared to him. Pride is what you feel when you think of him, because he is your hero.
You offer him your love, your position, and your life.
He rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe that was what she meant.
He rejects it all, claiming he has all those things. But you're surprised when he actually explains to you he loves Annabeth.
The name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, and you start to hate her.
He gulped again.
Every time he or she is mentioned, you turn cold, and you have no compassion. He doesn't understand it, oblivious as ever, always loyal and caring. Never meaning to hurt you. You can see it in his eyes, that are like the sea.
He became silent.
One day, he comes to you and tells you: him, who you thought gone forever, is coming home.
Immediately you start making preparations, fixing things and helping. You are happy, because if you cannot have him, why not have your first love? You make everything possible so he can come home.
And he does. With a girlfriend.
She's beautiful, and you know you've got no chance at all; you stare at your other option, just to make sure he is with Annabeth.
He is. And it breaks your heart.
They all have each other. They have their other halves, they have a love, a true love, someone they can trust. They know things, things about life that you will never guess. They all pity you. Look at you with a sad face and think 'Poor her, the one who doesn't have a boyfriend'. But, the horrible thing is that they don't even mean it in a bad way. They actually want you, to be happy. They like you. Annabeth means you no harm, she is like you: a fighter. Someone who has been in deep pain, and you understand that he will never go for you, because he is already in paradise with her. They are beautiful in every way that is possible, inside, outside, and you feel yourself die slowly.
Because, who do you have?
No one, you have no one.
He shut the book. He blinked tears away. He suddenly felt kind of drowsy. He stumbled his way to his bed. The moment he hit it, he was taken by Morpheus.
He woke up in a room. A guy over the age of 15 was sitting on a computer chair in front of a computer. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He swiveled the chair to face him.
"Not what you expected, is it?" The guy said. "Who are you?" Percy asked. The guy grinned. "I have many names. You can call me Tony. But I am CIR." Percy widened his eyes. "You sent me the book!"
"As a matter of fact, I did. Did you like it? If not, you could at least be grateful. You never acknowledged her feelings for you." Percy quietly nodded, staring at the ground. "Okay then, just wanted to talk to you for a while. When you wake up, read the next chapter. But not before someone comes."
"Wait! Who comes?" He was starting to black out. Tony simply winked and went back to the computer.
When he woke up, he was on his recliner. He sat there for a moment until a knock was heard on the door. He stood up and weakly walked to the door. He hesitantly put his hand on the doorknob. He twisted it and pulled it open.
It was Reyna. And she had a bouqet of flowers.
A/N: I know, I know, I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, but I'm busy. I want to do a disclaimer, because the book's content is actually written by ChocolateIsMyDoom. It's a tear wrenching story and it's beautiful. It's not mine, and he/she takes full credit for it. Just wanted to mention that. Au revoir.