Seaweed GirlPercy Jackson and the OlympiansMore Like This
Annabeth had to admit, Percy did look pretty hot shirtless.
Not that she'd ever say it to his face, of course – he already had a bit of a blown-up head for his own good, let alone how embarrassing that would ever be to say out loud. She couldn't even fathom the idea of telling him.
Still, their relationship was going well so far. Camp Half-Blood was finally at peace – a rare moment in time – and so she was going to enjoy it as much as possible. The sun had spoiled the strawberry fields with blissful rays that snuggled her insides like a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate. Clouds… what clouds? Cerulean and azure lined the horizon, mirroring the shades of the heavens and scents of freshly-cut grass and spring breeze soothed her bubbling senses.
It was a good day, Annabeth thought, as she watched the sea (and her boyfriend) from a safe distance.
Then, she noticed, Percy had vanished. While sh
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze.More Like This
"Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"
Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."
Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.
She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."
He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."
She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."
Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
The Red String of Fate"The gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other... the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances... this magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break"More Like This
Athena had once read about it somewhere, she was sure, but she hadn't believed it at the time.
It sounded ridiculous, almost, but now quite, improbable. Nothing more than a myth, surely. A Chinese Legend.
But by the time one of her daughters, Annabeth, had turned twelve, Athena had began to notice some feeble, wispy tendrils of weak, red mist around one of her ankles. Athena had discarded it off as a trick of the light: maybe Helios or Apollo were messing with her again.
It was not until a few weeks later when that son of Poseidon arrived at Camp that she had seen a much similar thing on the boy's right ankle.
As the years passed, Athena had watched them with curiosity. The red thing was not m