in which aurelie nightshade's life is just a carousel spinning around after her sister willingly lets herself die
[annabeth chase x fem!oc]
[the titan's curse - the blood of olympus]
[started; 11/23/23] [finished; xx.xx.xxxx]
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COMPARED TO MOUNT OLYMPUS, Manhattan was quiet. It was Friday before Christmas, but it was early in the morning, and hardly anyone was on Fifth Avenue. After Annabeth had convinced Aurelie to accompany them, Argus— the many-eyed security chief of Camp Half-Blood— picked them up at the Empire State Building and drove them back to camp throught a light snowstorm. The Long Island Expressway was almost deserted.
Chiron greeted them at the Bog House with hot chocolate and toasted cheese sandwiches. He was really surprised about Aurelie and expressed his pity for the loss of her sister. Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about his strange encounter with the magic of Pan. Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.
Aurelie felt like an intruder as she sat with Annabeth, Percy, Chiron and some of the other senior campers— a bulky older teenager boy, a beautiful girl, two boys looking like twins and another girl with dirty blonde hair that looked like someone had attacked it with a pair of safety scissors.
"I got news," the girl mumbled uneasily. "Bad news."
"I'll fill you in later," Chiron said with forced cheerfulness. "The important thing is you have prevailed. And you saved Annabeth!"
Annabeth smiled at her and Percy gratefully.
"Luke is alive," Percy said. "Annabeth was right."
The blonde sat up. "How do you know?"
Percy told them about what his dad had said about the Princess Andromeda.
"Well." Annabeth shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "If the final battle does come when Percy is sixteen, at least we have two more years to figure something out."
Aurelie was sure that Annabeth meant something different.
Chiron's expression was gloomy. Sitting by the fire in his wheelchair, he look really old. Of course the centaur was old, but usually he had a middle-aged expression.
"Two years may seem like a long time," he said. "But it is the blink of an eye. I still hope you are not the child of the prophecy, Percy. But if you are, then the second Titan war is almost upon us. Kronos's first strike will be here."
"How do you know?" Percy asked. "Why would he care about the camp?"
"Because the gods use us heroes as their tools," Aurelie explained. "Destroy the tools, and the gods will be crippled."
"Luke's forces will come here," Chiron agreed. "Mortal, demigod, monstrous... We must be prepared. Clarisse's news may give us a clue as to how they will attack, but— "
There was a knock at the door, and a young black-haired boy came huffing into the parlor, his cheeks bright red from the cold.
He was smiling, but he looked around anxiously. "Hey! Where's... where's my sister?"
