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Rachel was shining with a brilliant white light that nearly made me wince away, her red hair floating aloft, as if something was blowing it around her. Shocked, I looked for Annabeth, desperately trying to see where she'd gone. Then I saw the wall across the room from Rachel; it was crumbling, smoking from the impact of Annabeth crashing into it. Seeing her limp form inside the wall, I screamed in horror, "ANNABETH!"
Everyone around us was frozen in shock, gasps being heard from all around. I started to go forward, but the body twitched, and I froze like all the other people. Another twitch, and Annabeth rose slowly out of the debris, her dress tattered and torn, which made my testosterone poisoned thoughts even worse. But the way she looked almost drove even that out of my mind. Unlike Rachel's calm look, Annabeth was the epitome of chaos; her hair whipped around her heart shaped face as if al
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(I know you don't want to look between chapters at the Prophecy, so I'll put it in the Artist Comments).
You know those moments when you know you've gotta do something, but you're hesitant, for various reasons? So dangerous and ominous that you're not sure if you should go on? Afraid it might even kill you, like the blade of a sword, or the shot of a gun, the pierce of an arrow. And you know what matches up to all those things?
You know how the Prophecy says, "The Summer Sunrise sets them on their way?" Well, the beginning of Summer is June 21st, and the last dance of the School year is on the 16th. I'm going against my will.
Forcing down the lump in my throat, I knocked three times on my date's door, wondering if she would answer. In my hand I held a bouquet of flowers, and behind me was my new ocean blue convertible (gift from Dad, of course). Inside I heard someone walking downstairs
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"What's up, Rachel?" I sighed and thought of a question to ask. After a minute of racking my insufficient brain, it clicked.
"Hey, Percy!" Rachel tackle hugged me, and got the breath nearly knocked out of me.
"Er... I kinda need your Oracle services, because of the situation..."
"Oh...right..." She looked kinda disappointed, and I flinched a bit. We both knew very well what she'd said last Summer, that the Oracle's fate did not include romance; she'd already cut me off once, and I wasn't about to deal with that again. "Tell me of the quest that I am required to know." I felt pretty smug about my smooth wording of that, and watched as Rachel's eyes changed to an unseeing, bright green. A vision appeared in a mist, showing 3 figures running across a bridge that buckled behind them. I couldn't tell who they were since they were so far away, but I had an idea it wasn't going to be fun to find out.
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Once I'd reclaimed my normal state of mind, I pulled ahead of Annabeth and led her towards my cabin, my thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and slight anger against the stubborn goddess. Once she was inside I slammed the door shut, locking it with a sigh as I hesitantly walked to my bed, where she already sat. I sank down on it beside her, immediately falling back and staring at the ceiling. For a while we just stayed there, silent, both of us thinking everything over.
Then Annabeth did something I didn't expect. She leaned back against my chest and turned her face into my neck, suddenly starting to cry. I could feel her warm tears run onto my neck, and her golden hair tickle my cheek. Bewildered, I gently moved her hair out of my face, leaning my cheek on the top of her head.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I murmured against her hair, beginning to feel strung out and stressed because of her misery. She did
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Judging by how fast I was going, I think Grover might've collapsed along the way.
The sun had risen so it was slightly above the horizon, turning the sky a light blue. I don't think we took a single break all night; but if we did, I wouldn't remember it because my mind was always on Annabeth. If you think about it, that's not exactly a healthy situation for a guy to be in.
I broke through the Camp entrance, and immediately Grover flopped on his face. Strange, I felt like I could go on like that forever, if I knew Annabeth was waiting for me at the end.
"G-Go on..." He gasped against the dirt. "I'll catch up with you later..."
I stood staring at him for a moment, but Annabeth's final statement jolted me into going on again. I jogged through the forest along the trail that lead towards the beach, birds chirping as I continued on my way. Finally I emerged from the trees, the sunlight hitting me and mak
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Moonlight was shining down from above as we stepped outside of the Museum, and only then did I realize how late it was. About a week ago, Chiron had sent me and Grover out to scout what was going on with local groups of monsters; which was just fine with me, since I'd had plenty of spotlight recently. Actually, more than I'd wanted; everything was clear, except for the normal amount of monsters, so I guess I finally got to take a breather.
After a while, Grover tapped my shoulder and pointed to a fountain that sent a fine mist into the air. The moonlight reflected different colors into the soft spray, and I gulped as I stared at it. I found myself making excuses as to not message Annabeth because of the thoughts I'd had recently. I guess Grover could sense my emotions, because he frowned and fished a golden drachma out of his pocket, putting it in my hand. Still having
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To put it bluntly, the mission was a failure.
Not only did we lose to an oversized rodent, but it also took a chunk out of my armor with its pointy little teeth. Stupid rat, stupid day, stupid-
"PERRRRCY, LOOK OUT!" A bleated yell came from my left, and I whirled around to face the rat-on-steroids coming straight at me. It bowled me over, sending us both rolling on the tile floor in a flurry of fur and armor.
It squealed, so loud that it ruffled my hair like wind in the grass.
"Okay, now what?!?!" I yelled at Grover, who was standing uselessly frozen to my left, as if he'd just seen Pan dance around like a showgirl in ladies underwear. At my voice, he seemed to snap out of his trance, looking over at me with a still panicked, yet serious expression on his face. "See if Riptide is back in your pocket!"
That was all he could come up with?! G
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