In which, Adira Lancaster falls in love with her rival, Percy Jackson
OR
he falls in love with her first, unknowingly.
She only seemed to think about a rivalry. Nothing else. Zilch. Nada. Zip.
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The next morning, Chiron and Adira helped Percy move to Cabin Three. He didn't have to share with anyone, plenty of room for his stuff, pick out his own activities, called "lights out" when he felt like it and not listen to anyone else. And she could tell he was absolutely miserable.
Adira still taught Percy Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted, to Percy, at least.
After everything she would say, Percy would explain it back to her and all she said was, "Hm? Sorry, I drifted off." She still had a scowl on her face when talking sometimes too. Percy quickly learned that she was two-sided. One day they could have at least some fun together, and the day after she had told herself, "Keep your distance," she would go right back to where she was.
...
That night, Adira (and Percy) had the worst dream they could muster.
Adira was running along the beach in a storm. This time, there was a city behind her. Not New York. The sprawl was different: buildings spread farther apart, palm trees and low hills in the distance.
About a hundred yards down the surf, two men were fighting. They looked like TV wrestlers, muscular, with beards and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one trimmed in blue, the other in green. They grappled with each other, wrestled, kicked and head-butted, and every time they connected, lightning flashed, the sky grew darker, and the wind rose. She knew she had to stop them. She didn't even know why. But the harder she ran, the more the wind blew herself back, until she was running in place, her heels digging uselessly in the sand.
Over the roar of the storm, she could hear the blue-robed one yelling at the green-robed one, Give it back! Give it back! Like a kindergartner fighting over a toy. The waves got bigger, crashing into the beach, spraying Adira with salt. Adira yelled, Stop it! Stop fighting!
The ground shook. Laughter came from somewhere under the earth, and a voice so deep and evil it turned her blood to ice.
Come down, little heros, the voice crooned. Come down!
The sand split beneath her, opening up a crevice straight down to the center of the earth. Adira's feet slipped, and darkness swallowed her.
She woke up, her hair, which was put into a braid, was now messy. She heard a knock on the door and she walked towards it, being the closest to the door and the only one awake.
She rubbed her eyes so that everything would stop spinning around her. It was still dark out but she knew that it was morning. She opened the door to Grover standing there, and she welcomed him. "Morning, Gro," her lousy voice said. "I have to go get Percy, wanna come?" he asked, and Adira nodded.
