Freak || Percy Jackson x OC

One Hundred and Fifty-Two: Cow Cohort, advance!

SEN

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Percy,

I know it's been a while since I wrote to you. Sorry. Things have been really busy here at camp since we're all getting ready and stuff. I'll try to write more often and make some time, especially since I still get your letters every day but don't always reply.

About Paul and Sally; Tell me everything! I've already talked to your mom a little bit about the wedding plans, and I'm scouting for some bridal shops, but I also want to hear your side of it. She says you're doing a blue theme. I hope you know that means you're only allowed to wear a blue tie and not some stupid all-blue suit. I'm tacky, but even I can't condone that. I can't let you show up to your mom's wedding looking like Harry from Dumb and Dumber.

I've also gotten a little bit better at archery. It almost feels like my connection with Apollo is a little more constant, like he doesn't always need to be RIGHT THERE for it to work. I've hosted him a few times since the Battle of the Labyrinth and it's mostly worked out. The only bad experience I had was when he tried to make me stab myself with an arrow because I told him to go away. Otherwise, it's fine.

Chiron has this idea that since I'm a child of Psyche, I might be able to host other gods, even if just for some advice. There's a lot of problems on Olympus- you know, since stupid Titans are coming back- but most gods tend to harp on the opportunity to assume a mortal conduit, so by hosting someone, I may be able to get more advice. Only problem would be if I got tired and let go for literally a second. Then the divine essence would shred me. Thoughts?

I also think you should go to the winter dance with Rachel. She seems to like you a lot, and I think you like her too. And besides, you hardly ever go to dances and it's an important experience! Just make sure you don't step on her toes a whole bunch or something and I'm sure you'll have a blast. Besides, you two are the kind of people that would take off in the middle of the dance and go to Burger King or something. That could be fun.

Okay I lied. I said I'd try to write to you, but that's gonna have to hold off for like, another week. Important war stuff again, right?

Well, I hope you have a good winter dance! And a good Christmas, too. And a good New Year's. It's gonna be weird not seeing you for the holidays, but Chiron can't risk any more of us going into the mortal world no matter how close it is. And I don't even want you to THINK about coming to camp. You need to spend time with your mom and Paul.

Bye-bye!

-Sen.

"Sen?"

Sen picked her head up just as she folded the letter to a close. Clarisse poked her head inside the tent, her jaw slightly bandaged. "You ready?"

Sen grabbed her sword and slipped it into the holster on her belt. She tightened her arm guards and made sure her hair was pulled up. She twisted her golden rings around her fingers and whistled, and a dove came to the window. Sen rolled up the letter and slipped it into the ribbon around the dove's ankle, and it took off. Finally, she turned to Clarisse.

"I guess so."

They left the tent, ready to go right back to the fighting. They'd created a makeshift military encampment right in the middle of the cow farm, since Nebraska is barren of most things other than plains and, well, cows. A golden tent held the crappy infirmary with only two healers. An old pickup bed was filled with weapons. And a grey tent with an owl on the front held the main base of operations. Everything else was kind of a mess.