Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than it is to forgive a friend"
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2. When the Welcoming Party Isn't Welcoming
OTHER THAN THE FREEZING COLD wind and water, the trip back wasn't as awful as Arya had been expecting.
Although looking back, sailing across the Atlantic Ocean from the months of August-December wasn't exactly the most brilliant plan. Luckily, she wasn't exactly known for putting an extreme amount of thought into her actions.
As the shore of Camp Half-Blood came into view Arya felt her heart rate elevate, her foot started tapping against the deck at a rapid pace. Suddenly, she was ready to get off this boat and excited to get back to her cabin, to get to really sit and talk with friends. She had been gone for far too long.
The current that was pulling her boat more seemed to be welcoming her back and as the wind blew through the empty tree branches, they looked like they were waving at her. Arya took a deep breath in an attempt to get the tears out of her eyes. She wasn't going to go back on shore crying just because she missed this place far more than she was willing to admit.
It didn't matter that Arya was gone, she was home now, and she was ready to spend Christmas with those that she loved.
The teenager steered the sailboat around the edge of camp on the far dock so deep in the trees that no one would ever find it unless they knew where it was. The extra few minutes felt tragically long.
Once she was docked and tied off, Arya organized all of her stuff for her to come get it later. Hopping off the boat onto the dock the memories came flooding back. It was where she had come and cried when Luke first left camp, it's where her father talked to her for the first time in seven years. It was where her group of friends spent their last time all together before the war got bad... Before it took most of them. Now it would be home for the Posideon's Daughter.
Once Arya was sure everything was secure. She took a minute to breathe, she had a lot of emotions running through her body at the moment, everywhere from anxiousness to excitement. She wanted to get herself under control. Once she did, her feet carried her along the shore to the others.
Honestly, she was expecting a few people to come meet her, Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Will, Connor. As the group of campers came into view, it seemed like half of the camp was there. At first she thought it was for her and she wasn't really sure how to feel about it. It took Arya getting closer to notice a bunch of them fussing over three kids wearing non camp half blood clothes. The broken chariot being fished out of the water came into view, and suddenly she realized they were not all there for her, but instead to suspect the new meat to camp.
Arya's eyes scanned the group of campers, as soon as they were within view. Her anxiety washed away as her eyes met with the beautiful blonde, who was the closest thing she would ever get to call a sister. Annabeth's face lit up to mirror Arya's. Her feet took off running, and so did Annabeth's. They met in the middle, and Arya had to stop the tears coming out of her eyes as their arms wrapped around each other. Sure, they had talked over Iris messages, but it was different being with someone in person. There was another level of comfort that came from hugging someone you would do anything for.
