Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

Forty-Seven: Percy, Sen, and Annabeth make fools of themselves

PERCY

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That night at the campfire, Apollo's cabin led the sing-along. They tried to get everybody's spirits up, but it wasn't easy after that afternoon's bird attack. Everyone sat around a semicircle of stone steps, singing halfheartedly and watching the bonfire blaze while the Apollo guys strummed their guitars and picked their lyres.

They did all the standard camp numbers: "Down by the Aegean"

"I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandpa"

"This Land is Minos's Land." The bonfire was enchanted, so the louder you sang, the higher it rose, changing color and heat with the mood of the crowd. On a good night, Percy had seen it twenty feet high, bright purple, and so hot the whole front row's marshmallows burst into the flames. Tonight, the fire was only five feet high, barely warm, and the flames were the color of lint.

Dionysus left early. After suffering through a few songs, he muttered something about how even pinochle with Chiron had been more exciting than this. Then he gave Tantalus a distasteful look and headed back toward the Big House.

When the last song was over, Tantalus said, "Well, that was lovely!"

He came forward with a toasted marshmallow on a stick and tried to pluck it off, real casual-like. But before he could touch it, the marshmallow flew off the stick. Tantalus made a wild grab, but the marshmallow committed suicide, diving into the flames.

Tantalus turned back toward everyone, smiling coldly. Percy exchanged a look with Sen, who was in the front with Pollux, and she nodded. "Now then! Some announcements about tomorrow's schedule."

"Sir." Percy said.

Tantalus's eye twitched. "Our kitchen boy has something to say?"

Some of the Ares campers snickered, but Percy wasn't going to let anybody embarrass him into silence. He stood and looked at Annabeth, who looked at Sen. Thank the gods, they both stood with Percy.

Percy said, "We have an idea to save the camp."

Dead silence, but Percy could tell he'd gotten everybody's interest, because the campfire flared bright yellow.

"Indeed." Tantalus said blandly. "Well, if it has anything to do with chariots-"

"The Golden Fleece." Percy said. "We know where it is."

The flames burned orange. Before Tantalus could stop him, Percy blurted out his dream about Grover and Polyphemus's island.

Annabeth stepped forward.

"Wait, lemme tell it!" Sen pleaded.

"Absolutely not. You'll make funny sound effects, and you suck at telling stories." Annabeth cut off.

"Poo!" Sen whimpered. Percy walked over to her and patted her shoulder as he glared at Annabeth. A couple of campers looked a little confused.

Annabeth rose to the occasion and reminded everybody what the Fleece could do. It sounded more convincing coming from her. Unfortunately, Percy knew she was right. Sen would've made a sound like "BOOM! And then she was dead" when telling the story of the Fleece and what happened to Europa.