"You mean Michael Varus, right? The dead one?" said Percy Jackson.
"NO!" I said, outraged. "Not Michael Varus! Michael Varex! There's a difference."
"Wait! Who are you, and why are you so vaguely familiar?" said Percy.
Of course, I was now screaming in my head enough that it would make a dinosaur look like an ant.
I pulled down the hood of my cloak. He let out a strangled gasp. "Your alive? How did I not know that?"
"Oh, you did. BUT you seemed to have forgotten." I said, gritting my teeth. I just then noticed that Sophie and her friends were present as well.
"Hi Sophie" I said.
"Hi. Did you say you were still looking for him?"
"Yep. It's been 2 years, and finally I have tracked him down here. Tell me where he is."
"I don't know." Said Percy, clearly still flabbergasted by my arrival.
"I do," said Annabeth. I remembered her from Argo II. Her stormy gray eyes, her blond hair usually tied back into a ponytail. She was walking towards them with about fifty other campers and a teacher in a wheelchair. They all stared at me with bugged out eyes.
"Mary Alex?" They all wondered in unison.
"Yep. Did you think I actually died? Annabeth, you said you knew where he was?"
Annabeth stared at the ground. She shifted her feet. "Yes. But you won't like it."
"Show me."
Annabeth grabbed my hand and led me towards a tent that looked like it might be a healing center.
"Why is he in there?" I asked.
"You'll see."
I did see. He was lying in a cot at the far end. His face was deathly calm. His blond hair was not like I remembered. It was usually artfully messy, but it now hung flat on his face. He looked paler than I remember. I knelt next to him. Took his clammy hands. I started sobbing. Thank goodness no one else but me and Annabeth were inside. Annabeth stood a respectful distance away, her head down.
"Thank you" I said to Annabeth. I dried my eyes and stood.
"What's for breakfast?"
Annabeth smiled. "Pancakes"
We walked over to the dining pavilion, where all the campers were crowded around each other showing their powers. Annabeth grabbed a plate from one of the harpies flying round. On it were pancakes. Gosh pancakes. The worst human food besides grasshoppers, to me anyway. The doughy things couldn't be used for anything! No doge the pancake, not throwing stars, not even usable food fight material. It's just a tanned blob. I grimaced.
"You have an allergy?" Annabeth asked.
"No. Just that pancakes are stupid" I answered.
"Don't let anyone hear you say that."
"Why?"
"Because then it would be a pancake frenzy!"
"OK, no blabbing."
The rest of the day went like this: Campers reacting to the Elves and me being still alive. We trying to do normal human activities but failing because they are silly (accept me anyway). At music class things got interesting. I was there, of course, when a guy showed up at the class. His dark hair stuck out in tufts, he wore a silver scull ring, black jacket, black pants, and a black shirt. His pale face looked a little thin, but better than I when he was stuck I that jar.
"Nico Di Angelo. So nice to see you again." I said.
"Hurry. Varex has a big problem." he said.
"Well then, come on!"
We ran to the healing tent. Will Solace, one of the kids from the Apollo cabin, was kneeling next to Michael, checking his heartbeat. He looked at them and bowed his head.
"If only we had a way to bring people back from the dead."
NO! He couldn't be dead! They were supposed to be happy and have a good life! Not him dying! That wasn't part of the plan! Then it hit me. 'Bring people back'. That was it!
"Step aside" I said.
Will moved. I put my hands on Michael's chest. I prayed a silent prayer that it would work. Then I bent all my will. I made water cover his whole body, accept his face. I made the water soak into his bones and ordered the water to heal them. With one final push I heard a strangled gasp. I opened my eyes, and I saw them. The deep blue eyes I had fallen in love with the moment I had laid eyes on Michael were open. I smiled, then collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.
A/N: The image on the top is not completely what she looks like, just the closest thing to my mind. By the way, I do not think so about pancakes. The reasons are valid, but they taste SOO good.
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