19| The Prophecy Comes True
I wake up in my bed, in camp half blood. I get up, and I walk outside and I take in a deep breath, and I breathe out. Later on I joined everyone at the bonfire, as Percy, Annabeth and I wear laurel wreaths and we ate a big feast. We had fun, Grover got his researcher licence. July passed, on the day everybody was getting ready to leave, we found Percy lying on the ground, and stung. We brought him back to the house and nurtured him.
We are sitting around his bed while he wakes up, it's weird that Chiron, likes watching people sleep, I hate it. Annabeth sat next to him, holding his nectar glass and dapping a washcloth on his face like a baby.
Percy: 'Here we are again.'
Annabeth: 'You idiot. You were green and turning grey when we found you.'
Y/N: 'If it weren't for Chiron's healing... you'd be dead.'
Chiron: 'Now, now. Percy's constitution deserves some credit.' *looks at Percy* 'How are you feeling?'
Percy: 'Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved.'
Y/N: 'Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom.'
Chiron: 'Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened.'
Between the sips of nectar, he told us what happened. The room is quiet for a long time.
Annabeth: 'I can't believe that Luke...' *gets angry* 'Yes, yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him. He was never the same after his quest.'
Chiron: 'This must be reported to Olympus. I must go at once.'
He rolls out in his wheelchair. I follow him, Annabeth runs to her cabin, probably going to pack to see her father. I go to my cabin. I sit on my bed, and I look at my bolt leaning against the wall.
Y/N: 'We've gone far, huh? It's either Percy or me that's the one who will decide the fate of Olympus.'
Annabeth: 'You know, we can't talk about that.'
I look up to see Annabeth leaning on the door post. I smirk.
Y/N: 'What you gonna do about it?'
Annabeth: 'I don't know... maybe cuddle you to death.'
Y/N: 'Again... Fine!'
I let her hug me, as I stare at the ceiling and Annabeth falls asleep, I smile and I kiss her forehead.
Y/N: 'You still act like you're seven years old.'
