Percabeth Mortal Meets

Tyler Boxfield (Part 3)

A/N: Hello mortals, muggles, wizards, elves, fairies, and half-bloods! I'm back! And guess what? My sister is finally reading pjo!! And my other sis is reading hp! I'm so happyyyyyyyy

Ok anyways thank y'all for reading and I hope you enjoy this next chapter of Tyler! I may have edited the timeline of pjo a little bit for the story to work.

RECAP

I sat there with my eyes wide and my jaw practically touching the wood of the dock. And I did what any good person would do if they were in a situation like this. I pulled her closer to me and I gave her the biggest hug imaginable. I let her cry like there's no tomorrow. I let her yell and scream and curse the gods into my shoulder.

It was around 3:00 in the morning when she finally regained her control over her emotions. "Thank you," she said flatly. "Thank you Tyler."

Annabeth POV:

Percy.

All I could think about was Percy. Until Tyler came. He was my distraction. My way out of all the torture that stupid Hera caused. "Curse you, Hera." I mumbled under my breath. The sky rumbled. "I DON'T CARE YOU IDIOT!!!" I screamed. I heard a squish sound under my foot. Cow poop. Wonderful.

Then I saw Tyler jogging up to me. I smiled at him. "What's up, Ty?" I asked. He stopped in front of me gasping for air. "I *gasp* I *gasp* I wanted to tell you that Rachel has another prophecy."

I stiffened. No. I couldn't get my hopes up. But...

What if the prophecy gives us a clue about Percy? Stop Annabeth. Do not under any circumstances get your hopes up because they'll all come crashing down. I walked down to the Big House where Rachel, Chiron, and Mr. D stood waiting for us.

Don't get your hopes up. Don't get your hopes up. Don't get your hopes up.

And then I heard the prophecy.

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call

To storm or fire the world must fall

An oath to keep with a final breath

And does bear arms to the Doors of Death

I gasped. Seven? That's a lot. It could be anyone. It could be me. And Tyler. And Percy.

No. Annabeth, stop. This is ridiculous. For all you know he could be dead.

Tyler POV

I didn't want to be a half-blood.

Yet here I was, standing in front of our Oracle, Rachel Dare, wondering if I was one of the 7. I had come to camp around when Percy first disappeared. I was the best at camp with a sword (though I still couldn't beat Annabeth, even when she was using a tiny dagger). 

I wonder...

What if Percy Jackson is one of the 7? Nah. He's probably dead. I don't know why Annie's still hanging on to the guy. He went MIA almost 8 months ago. And let's face it, she's probably only mentioning him around me because she wants me to be jealous. She wants me to want her. And I do.

- - - - Kathy G along with special guest Dog take you to after tLH - - - -

Tyler POV

So a few weeks ago, these random people showed up to camp. A girl with chocolate brown hair and watercolor eyes, a boy with blond hair and blue eyes, and lastly, a boy who looked like a Latino elf, with curly hair and a mischievous smile. I knew I didn't like them.