Fearless¹ Percy Jackson

-𝕱𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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"That pine-tree bead," Percy said gesturing to the bead necklace Annabeth had been tugging on, it had seven beads each signifying her years out camp, Lyra's had eight beads however. "Is that from your first year?"

She looked. She hadn't realized what she was doing.

"Yeah," she said. "Every August, the counselors pick the most important event of the summer, and they paint it on that year's beads. I've got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress—now that was a weird summer. . . ."

"More like hilarious" Lyric snorted, Annabeth smiled at that

"And the college ring is your father's?"

"That's none of your—" She stopped herself. "Yeah. Yeah, it is."

"You don't have to tell me."

"No . . . it's okay." She took a shaky breath. "My dad sent it to me folded up in a letter, two summers ago. The ring was, like, his main keepsake from Athena. He wouldn't have gotten through his doctoral program at Harvard without her. . . . That's a long story. Anyway, he said he wanted me to have it. He apologized for being a jerk, said he loved me and missed me. He wanted me to come home and live with him."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"Yeah, well . . . the problem was, I believed him. I tried to go home for that school year, but my stepmom was the same as ever. She didn't want her kids put in danger by living with a freak. Monsters attacked. We argued. Monsters attacked. We argued. I didn't even make it through winter break. I called Chiron and came right back to Camp Half-Blood."

"You think you'll ever try living with your dad again?"

She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Please. I'm not into self-inflicted pain."

"You shouldn't give up," Percy told her. "You should write him a letter or something."

"Thanks for the advice," she said coldly, "but my father's made his choice about who he wants to live with."

Percy turned to Lyric before he could ask the question Lyric spoke.

"Please don't start pressuring me to go back to my father"

"Don't you miss him?"

The question caught her off-guard of course she missed her father, every day she though of things they could be doing; styling and making new designs or watching the stars, all these changed once her step-mom came around.

"Yeah-I mean I do, it's just that-" she took a breath, "I'm scared, what if Tara attempts to kill me?"

"You're a skilled demigod, Lyra I'm sure you can handle one mortal" Percy said drily, Lyric resisted the urge to smacking his head. 

"First of all; you know celestial bronze can't go through mortals you dolt, second of all I'd rather not give the press a new story to write about me."

"Can't you ignore her?"