Raised from the Depths: The Apple of Their Eyes [A Percy Jackson FanFiction]

Eight: Don't pick fights with a demigod quarterback

If I could compile a list of things I didn't want to be a part of, one of the top answers would probably be a Greek prophecy. Taking a class on Greek mythology last year had taught me that many ended in some kind of tragedy, if the hero lived.

Needless to say, after curtly stating to Chiron and Nico that I wanted no part in any prophecy, I had left and gone to find somewhere to collect my thoughts. Of course, I was also aware from the Greek myths that if the Fates had written me into the prophecy, there was no avoiding it. I was beginning to hope that I could choose which parts of the Greek stories were actually myths, but unfortunately, I was coming to accept my new reality.

Just not that prophecy. I mean, I just got here. Is it too much to ask for some breathing room?

And so I sat at the edge of the strawberry fields. Working with smiles were a couple campers and what seemed to be green women and satyrs. I tried not to stare at the green-skinned women, but I was trying to remember what they were called in Greek myths. Dryads... Naiad? No, Sol had mentioned dryads worked the strawberry field with the Demeter cabin.

"Hey." A familiar voice sounded behind me, breaking my train of thought. I turned to see Mico, watching me with curious brown eyes. "Are you okay?"

I shrugged, leaning back and planting my hands on the ground to support myself as I looked back to the strawberry fields. "I've been better."

Mico hesitated for a moment, before sitting beside me. "I saw Chiron take you and Nico away from breakfast. What's going on with that?" They inquired.

I shifted slightly. "I'm not sure it's my place to say anything about it." I admitted, before frowning as I glanced at them. "I never got the chance to apologize for not being your new cabin-mate, by the way."

Mico flashed a solemn smile. "It's all right. You get used to being the only demigod in camp not claimed, I suppose." They sighed. "It was nice to have someone to talk to, even if it was only for the evening."

I glanced at them. "Well, I know being friends with a child of Hades isn't the best offer, but I'll still be here for you, even if I'm not in the Hermes cabin anymore."

They looked at me with wide eyes, before smiling. "That would be wonderful, actually. I've been needing a partner in crime."

I chuckled slightly. "Well, you found your girl."

Mico seemed satisfied by this. They stood, brushing off their pants, before waving me up. "Let's get to work then. You should start some training. I was planning on practicing some archery. Wanna come?" They offered.

I raised a brow, curious as I stood and followed them to the archery fields. "I know Sol showed me all the training spots yesterday, but I never got to ask... Exactly what do demigods train for?"

"Well, there are dangers everywhere in the real world," they began as we walked, "monsters that want to kill us and such. Training helps us protect ourselves when we leave camp. And every-so-often... Ehh, well, about every summer lately, there's been some sort of quest given out to the camp. But the war against the Titans this summer wrapped up the Great Prophecy, so everyone's expecting the quest stuff to die down for a bit. But you never really know what's waiting around the corner. You should always be prepared."

"I suppose that makes sense." I muttered, my mind trailing off to the fact that either Nico or I were a part of another prophecy that was possibly coming to fruition. When we arrived at the archery fields, Mico and I picked out a bow, grabbed a sheath of arrows, and walked along the field, looking for an open target.