Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

Forty-Eight: Broski is you sick?

SEN

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Bag, packed. Clothes, on. Percy and Annabeth, told. Pollux...

Worry about that a little later.

"Sen, you good?" Travis asked on the way back.

"Yeah, why?" Sen frowned.

"You looked a little... off."

Sen smiled and waved it off. "Nah, I'm okay. Sleep good!"

"We're still on for training tomorrow, right?" Travis said, giving a thumbs up.

"Not unless I suddenly go missing in the middle of the night."

"You're weird. Night, Sen."

"Goodnight, Travis."

Sen quickly changed into fluffy Elmo pants and a baggy grey sweater, though she was wearing her quest outfit underneath. She crawled into the hammock, her backpack packed underneath, and now, all she had to do was wait.

Waiting... waiting... waiting...

Her mind began to wander. She remembered the prophecy she'd been given last summer- the one that didn't seem to have much of a stake on her life at the moment. Was it just going to take time?

What did any of it mean? She knew heroes always doom themselves trying to understand or tamper with prophecies, but she couldn't help herself.

In truth, the entire prophecy felt... terrifying. Like a timer had been set on her life ever since she heard it.

Words be blurred across the page. That had to mean her memories, right?

Woven with death born from rage. The second titan war was starting. That much was obvious.

Gravity learned through falls and trials. Sen had no idea what that was going to mean. Hardship, most likely. Her mother had told her she was going to have a hard time in her life. But, Sen didn't like that falls and trials were plurals, which meant she was probably going to have several very bad experiences.

Dancing flowers across the isles. Sen's name related to flowers. But, Sen was only one. There wasn't multiple people like her, right?

The Morning Dove unto the Sea, The Curse of Love to highest degree. Sen disliked that all, and mostly because she couldn't understand it. It was her least favorite part. She kept puzzling over it, turning the words over in her mind. Venus's symbol is the dove, but she was also born from Uranus's body parts mingling with sea foam. Maybe it meant that Sen was going to be lost at sea? Born again? Drowned?

Curse of Love. Sen knew better than almost anyone that love was an extremely dangerous thing to play with. She didn't like the connotation of it being a curse.

Sen was suddenly snapped free of her thoughts. Somewhere down on the beach, Percy started screaming for help. Sen's survival instincts snapped in, and she clambered out of her hammock, clutched her backpack, and bolted.