Persephoneia "Percy" Cordelia Jackson is considered a prime example of why it is that the worst of storms are nearly always named after girls.
Practically the living embodiment of the beautiful but deadly seas, she's not someone any sane person want...
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My dreams were very strange - which given the rather abrupt turn my life had taken in the the previous few days (I think so at least) says a lot.
Consciousness was a fickle bitch. It really tried its utmost to keep me out for as long as it possibly could, and I wasn't even that injured in the grand scheme of things! Damn. Well, I can definitely say that it was only partially successful because I happened to have brief glimpses of the various things going on around me. Sometimes I'd interact if it was a good moment.
Anyways....
The first time I was conscious enough to at least tell that I was actually awake instead of another hazy dream, I immediately noticed voices around me, talking in excited whispers.
"Dude, you sure are lucky. To think, a hot bombshell like this suddenly appears in front of you and drops to the ground!" A male voice full of mischievousness said rather cheekily. It sounded like it was near the foot of my bed.
"Yeah, I mean, come on, this has to be a sign from Lady Aphrodite, right? Right, Connor, my dear brother?" I heard another say, his voice sounding eerily like the first one. Twins perhaps?
"Of course, Travis! Luke must've prayed to her for a hot brunette that would immediately fall for him!" The first guy said, or at least I think it was the first guy.
"Why in Hades' sake didn't we think of that?"
"I have no idea!"
"Shut it, guys. You might wake her," a new voice, rich and soothing, hushed the two up. It sounded like it came from the right side of the bed. I desperately clamped my eyelids shut, wanting to see who were the owners of those voices, but common sense kept screaming at me that I might learn more if I feigned sleep. And since common sense had never steered me wrong before, I decided to listen to it.
"Aww, Luke, you're killing the mood here," one of the two voices that were so alike said. Yep, definitely twins.
"Travis, just go and find your Strawberry or something," the third voice said - his tone now hinting on exasperation.
"Haha! Luke has a point there. Come on, Bro! I'll help you bag a certain Daughter of Demeter you've got the hots for."
"Hey! That's not what I-! Connor, let go! You're wasting valuable blackmail material here!"
"Yeah, but I'm gonna get valuable blackmail over you, so it's a fair deal!"
"Connor, I'm older than you! Listen to me! Connor-!"
Their voices were suddenly blocked as a door creaked open and then closed. Hmm... I'll admit, those two were quite the spectacle to listen to. They really would make an entertaining show to watch.
"You can open your eyes now. The two blockheads just went out."
I snapped my eyes open in shock and the first thing I saw were two gunmetal blue eyes, exactly like-!
