Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."
- Charles Bukowski
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7.
MEANWHILE OVER AT CAMP HALF-BLOOD
IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS SINCE SHE GOT BACK FROM EUROPE. Six months since she went on her quest with Jason, Leo, and Piper. Six months since she sat on her first council. Six months since she learned she was, yet again, part of another world ending prophecy.
Six months since Arya Jackson had seen her brother.
The gods had kept their promise, they opened back up Olympus. They started talking to their kids again, although now less frequent. Something was telling Arya that might have more to do than them getting lazy.
Camp Half-Blood knew about the Roman camp. However they weren't sure whether that camp knew about them yet or not. It was both a blessing and a curse. It was stressful, and with Jason remembering something new about the place every day. It seemed very different from CHB, and from what Arya understood they weren't exactly the welcoming type, especially to Greeks. All they had to do was hold on to the idea that they would see this war was bigger than an old feud and turn out to be an ally when they needed them.
She just hoped Percy wasn't struggling too much.
Arya spent most of her weekends with Sally and Paul. She was no Percy, but she could tell they were more than happy with the company. Sally took things far better than Arya did, she didn't create a storm. Instead she baked like a madwoman for weeks on end. Arya always ended up bringing the goods back to camp where they were devoured within seconds of the girl getting back over the border. Sometimes the stress was too much and Sally would break, usually when Paul wasn't home, or when Arya said something that sounded like Percy. Arya would sit with her and remind her they were going to find him. She had almost promised more than once that she'd bring him back, but she had to bite her tongue.
Arya learned a long time ago you don't make promises that big.
Hey eighteenth birthday had come and gone. Sally, Paul, Annabeth and her all went out to dinner. The night was very nice, except the looming presence of a missing sixteen year old should have been there. Posideon had come to visit her at camp that night. They didn't do much but walk down the little beach and talked, caught up on each other's lives as best they could. To anyone else it wouldn't have been much. But to Arya it was something, a reminder of her childhood, when Poseidon used to let her swing on his arm as he walked down the sand.
As the days passed by, Annabeth got better. Maybe it was the fact that so much time had passed she had accepted and moved on. Or maybe it was because the more time that passed, the closer they were to leaving and finding Percy. She was starting to get back to her old self, reading and participating in camp activities, and making smart ass remarks. She ate with Arya everyday, most weekends she could come with Arya to visit Sally. The girls sat up late and strategized together. They got into a few fights, but usually Piper was the one who brought them back together.
