EVARA // wtm (DISCONTINUED)

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ɪ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴘɪɴᴏᴄʜʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴏʀꜱᴇ (ᴘᴛ.1)

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I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest of them wanted food.

 I must've woken up several times, but what i heard and saw made no sense, so i just passed out again. I remember lying in a soft bed, being spoon-fed something that strangely tasted like buttered popcorn, only it was pudding. The girl with curly blonde hair hovered over me, smirking as she scraped some pudding of my chin with the spoon.

When she saw my eyes open, she asked, "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

I managed to croak out, "What?"

She looked around, as if afraid somebody would overhear. "What's going on? What was stolen? We don't have much time!"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "I don't..."

Somebody knocked on the door and called out, "Annie? Are you in here?", and the girl quickly filled my mouth with some pudding.

"Annabeth!" Astrea cried out exasperatedly and looked at the apologetic face of the younger blonde. 

"Sorry!"

The next time i woke up, the girl was gone.

A husky, blonde, surfer-like dude was standing in the corner of the room watching over me. He had blue eyes- at least a dozen of them- on his cheeks, on his forehead, on his hands. I remembered fuzzy bits of the old greek stories Astrea used to tell me. Wasn't this that Argus guy? 

"Turned out it was" Percy said 

"Argus is the best at watcher duty" Will mumbled with nearly all the demigods agreeing. 

The witches and wizards looked on confused and slightly disturbed at the sight of so many eyes.

When i finally came around for good, there was nothing weird about my surroundings, except that they were nicer than i was used to. I was sitting outside in a deck chair on a huge porch, gazing across a meadow at green hills on the distant and strawberry covered fields. The air smelt like the fruits. There was a blanket over my legs, a pillow behind my neck and back. All that was great but my mouth felt like a bunch of scorpions has used it as a nest. My tongue was dry and nasty and every one of my teeth hurt. 

On the table next to me was a tall drink. It looked like iced apple juice, with a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry.

My hand was so weak I almost dropped the glass once I got my fingers around it.

"Careful," a familiar voice said.

Grover was leaning against the porch railing, looking like he hadn't slept in a week. Under one arm, he cradled a shoe box. He was wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops and a bright orange T-shirt that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD. Just plain old Grover, not the goat boy.

"I still don't get why it's bright orange of all colours. Like, you couldn't choose something that didn't basically scream 'oh look i'm a demigod'?"

So maybe I'd had a nightmare. Maybe my mom was okay. We were still on vacation, and we'd stopped here at this big house for some reason. And ..

"You saved my life," Grover said. "I... well, the least I could do ... I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this."