[1] 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 , p. jackson

v. quest to free thanksgiving

CHAPTER FIVE ───────────
✧₊˚｡({  QUEST TO FREE THANKSGIVING  })

" hymn for the weekend COLDPLAY "

{ PERCY }
JUNE 20TH, 2010
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IF PERCY TELLS YOU THAT he doesn't know what to think of Roma Ronero, he's telling the truth. That girl is so fucking confusing, he almost cried out of frustration trying to figure her out. But already, he can tell you all he thinks about her and it would take days on end. Although, he's stumped as to why he even thinks about her when he falls asleep that night. Maybe it's because her personality is so different from anyone else he's ever met . . . Or maybe it's just because she's hot. What?! You can't blame him! He's a hormonal sixteen-year-old teenage boy and she's an attractive seventeen-year-old girl with an actual personality, what do you expect?

     So when he falls asleep that night, he dreams of her.

          He dreams that she's burning. Burning in white-hot flames. It's terrifying, to say the least. His bare arms and chest feel like they're blistering in the nonexistent heat and he can't move as he watches her scream and writhe about in agony. But he's sure the pain is from something else, something even more terrible than the blistering burns that accumulate on her once-perfect skin. He isn't sure how he knows but he does.

          It's then he realizes that she's the girl he's been seeing in his other dreams. The one who always falls into Tartarus, no matter how many times he's tried to change the outcome.

     But just as he's about to figure it out, she's gone. Replaced by some faun who wears ragged clothes and nervously hops from hoof to hoof. Percy tries to tiptoe away but the faun notices him and begins to run after him. "I don't have any spare change!" he calls out to him in panic.

  "What?" the faun says in confusion. "No, Percy. It's me, Grover! Stay put! We're on our way to find you. Tyson is close━at least we think he's the closest. We're trying to get a lock on your position."

"What━" But the faun is gone (ha! that rhymed!).

     Suddenly, Annabeth is running alongside him. She smiles and reaches out her hand. "Thank the gods!" she cries out in relief. "For months and months, we couldn't see you! Are you alright?"

     Still, he's confused. "Are you real?"

     He wants to say so much more but she's already dissolving. "Stay put! It'll be easier for Tyson to find you! Stay where you are!"