Sorry for no updates, but i was working on a school project, and I couldn't think of anything. Hope you enjoy it!
i wish I did, but I do not own any of the PJO-HoO characters, or the story name. They all belong to the(genius & amazing) auther, Rick Riordan. I only own the story line of this story, if that makes sense!
"No, no, I'm being serious. We really did get told nearly every story about three-year-old Percy in the bathtub when we were on the way to get Nico and Bianca," Thalia told Reyna. They were heading back to their cabins after that day's games, and the two of them were sharing stories about their past, most of them involving Percy.
"Thalia Grace! Will you shut up with the baby stories!" Percy complained from behind. Reyna watched as Thalia stiffened. The smile went from her face. Her eyes went dull, not seeming so electric anymore. Whether or not he had meant to get under her skin, he had succeeded.
She took a shaky breath, then turned. "Perseus, do not call me by my surname! It's just Thalia! And, I'm sorry about the bathtub stories. I know that when we got told them, you and I weren't the only ones…" she trailed off. "Anyways, I'm sorry."
Percy grinned. "it's cool. Just, don't, call me Perseus, either. I shouldn't've yelled."
Reyna frowned. "Is 'shouldn't've' even a word?" The trio laughed. "We've got a long day tomorrow, if we're going to, Camp Half-Blood. We should probably we some rest. You can sleep in the cabins, just tell your cabin mates that Reyna said you could. Your closest, and I mean, closest friends, can sleep in the principia, but a maximum of ten. Got it? Night!" She walked off towards her cabin, it being unknown to her that she would not be getting the sleep she needed.
Reyna got changed into her pyjamas, and slipped into her bed. Normally, you would get a sleeping bag, but praetors got proper beds. She tried to drift off, but her mind had a different idea. It kept reminding her of the dead girl, Annabeth, and the prophecy. How would they even get to New York, to Camp Half-Blood? Relax. Focus on your sister, Hylla. She thought. The next thing she knew, she had fallen asleep.
She dreamt of a girl, with burn marks on her arms, a New York Yankees cap in her pocket, and a bronze knife strapped to her belt. The girl's curly, blonde hair was singed, and was in a mess. The girl wore bronze armour, and an owl helmet, which was pulled over her head, but high enough so that Reyna could see her eyes - a cold, steel, grey, and even though they we re angry, they were scared, longing for a friend. She remembered what Percy and Thalia had told her about when they met her - eyes longing for a friend.
"Hello?" she called out. Her voice was shaky and fragile, yet somehow angry and strong. "Is anyone there?"
Yes, I am here. A raspy, ancient voice answered in her mind. It spoke with such force that the girl stumbled. But, 'here' is nowhere. I have offered you a place with me, and now you can decide. Join me, become immortal, unable to be injured, or fall in battle, unable to grow old, fall ill, or die. Or, on the other hand, you could just die a very slow, very painful death - and go to eternal punishment. What, you thought that heroes went to Elysium? Well, they're meant to, but I could change some things in your life, so you are forced to go to punishment! You have - oh, I'd say, five minutes? - to decide.
The girl paled, looking either already dead, or very ill, ready to die. "What if I don't choose anything?"
Then you stay here forever, until you choose. If you don't choose, and do stay here for a while, each moment will be excruciatingly painful. Choose wisely, daughter of Athena!
The girl sank to her knees, and sobbed her heart out. "I'll, I'll never see my friends again?"
The friends that left you to die? If I hadn't brought you here, you would be dead! You really want to see them again?
"Why me? Why choose me to save? I'm just, a girl, who can't do anything!"
'You haven't done anything? You saved the world several times, held up the sky, saved plenty of your friends' lives. The list is endless! You're smart, strong, a good fighter, good at plans, needless to say more, really. Three minutes left!
She swallowed, and murmured something, that, normally, from that distance, no one would be able to hear, but, since it was a dream, Reyna made out the words; I love you, Percy.
Time up! Your choice?
She moistened her dry, cracked lips. "I choose, I choose, to…"
Well?
"To…join you! I know less than ten people alive today who care about me! Out of the world's population of seven billion, less then ten people care about me!"
Reyna was sure, that if the voice had a form of a living thing, it would be grinning evilly yet with delight. Well said. Come, I shall announce you, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, my personal assistant, as was Ethan Nakamura, to Kronos!
Reyna bolted upright, breathing quickly, covered in a cold sweat. She steadied her breathing, and she heard Jason wake up from his room across the corridor. She put on a purple top, some jeans, and crept into his room, to find he was doing the same. "Jason? Jason!" she whispered, but it was pretty loud. "Did you just have a nightmare?"
He nodded, his face as pale as Annabeth's in Reyna's dream. "It was about Nico di Angelo, Hazel's half-brother, well, sorta' half-brother, and he was trapped by Gaia in Rome. What about you?"
"About that girl who died, Annabeth. Before she'd been killed, Gaia took her, and put her somewhere. Well, somewhere, was nowhere." Jason frowned. "I know, it's confusing. But, Gaia gave her a choice; join her, become impossible to kill, or die a painful death, ending up in punishment, she would change some things in her life, so she would have no choice but punishment, or stay 'there' forever, each moment being extremely painful."
Jason swallowed. "We need to tell everyone. Do you think that others are having them too?"
"Maybe." Reyna glanced at her watch, which was disguised as a golden wrist-band, so she could wear it around camp. She never took it off - it wasn't at all uncomfortable to sleep in. It read five a.m. "It's five. That's the right time, right?" Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the sun was beginning to rise.
"Yep. Lets go wake up some Romans and Greeks."
Du(n/h) du(n/h) DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU(N/H(some people have an N, some an H))! Oh my Gods Annabeth has joined Gaia! Or has she? *evil/meschievious glint in eye* You'll have to wait until the next update(wow - rhyming. Do you think I'm a desendent or dauhter of Apollo?) to find out!