ConstellationsPercy POVConstellations2 years ago in Short Stories
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Percy was silent for a minute. Then he let out a groan. "Why do you always have to be right, Wise Girl?"
She laughed wrapping her arms around his waist. "I told you, I'm always right and you're usually wrong." Percy rolled his eyes, but remained quiet, he had nothing to prove her wrong.
"What constellation is that one?" Annabeth suddenly asked, lifting her hand and pointing to an cluster of stars.
"That's Andromeda. Poseidon (Not Neptune right?) had sent Cetus, monster, to attack Ethiopia after Cassiopeia had bragged that she was more beautiful then the Nereids. Her father, Cephus, found out that the only way to stop the monster was to sacrifice his own daughter, so Andromeda was chained to a rock by the sea. But after arriving from defeating Medusa, Perseus turned Cetus into stone - "
"And, therefore, saved Andromeda. Quite a hero, that Perseus," Annabeth finished, getting lost into the immense depths of the night sky and its many stars. "But I still think you're more impres
If Only In My Dreams, a PJO Christmas Oneshot.(A/N) Set right after TLH.If Only In My Dreams, a PJO Christmas Oneshot.2 years ago in Romance
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"I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.
Please have snow, and mistletoe, and presents by the tree." "I'll Be Home for Christmas," by Michael Buble.
Christmas was different at camp this year, with Percy away and anxiety in the heads of nearly everyone. Holiday tradition proceeded, with a huge celebratory feast and a Christmas campfire, but there were no solstice Olympus trips and everyone's mind was elsewhere. There was a short break from the work on the Argo II, but it was obvious the campers wished to continue. They had to, if they wanted to prevent Gaia from taking over.
By the end of the night on Christmas Eve, Annabeth was exhausted and relatively depressed. This was supposed to be her night with Percy
they had planned to go into the city and spend the night with his parents. It would have been fun, and they would have gone to see the tree, even though they had both seen it a few times before. Regardless, Annabeth wished that
She Went From Pretty, to Cute, to BeautifulAs Went she From Pretty, to Cute, to Beautiful
She Went From Pretty, to Cute, to Beautiful2 years ago in Romance
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The day-more like night-he had first laid eyes on her was a night or distress, loss, and pain.
For, he had just defeated the Minotaur.
He had just lost his mother. He thought she had been killed by the same Minotaur.
He was weak and felt like his soul had been sucked out. He felt numb from the antics of just a few minutes ago. The extra weight that carrying a distorted Grover provided only made things worse.
He had made it passed the camp borders, crying and calling for his mother, persevering and kept as strong a hold on Grover as he could and walked towards what was a big farmhouse with the lights on.
He felt wretched. Like he might as well have died, along with his mother, his mother was his life, so without her
Wouldn't he be dead on the inside?
He drew closer to the big house; he grew weaker and weaker with each step. He felt like his energy was being drained from him like water from a colander.
He ended up collapsing on t