𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 | "Stop saying 'what could go wrong?' because then everything just goes wrong!"
In which Amara Bishop sneaks on a quest to save the world with none other than the son of Poseidon: Percy Jackson.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Percy Jacks...
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chapter one THE DISEMBODIED VOICE KNOWS BEST
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Annabeth had been bothering Amara since she woke up. Apparently she overheard an Apollo kid mention something about a newcomer soon and now she was antsy with excitement that she'd finally get to go on a quest.
"I'm not getting my hopes up."
Amara ducked as Annabeth swung her dagger at her head. She'd brought her out to the arena to train an hour ago, silently praying to Hypnos that it would tire Annabeth out and she would just decide to take a nap, but she'd had no such luck.
Amara rolled forward as Annabeth aimed at her head again, shoving her elbow into the back of Annabeth's knee as she bounced back onto her feet. Annabeth stumbled, but she didn't fall.
"You say that every time," Amara huffed. She gave Annabeth time to turn back toward her before she continued. "You always get excited and then they're not a child of the big three and then you spend a week moping about it."
She lunged at Annabeth, narrowly missing the front of her chest plate as she threw herself back to avoid the hit. Annabeth swung down. Her blade smashed into Amara's, sending a tingling feeling up her arm.
Desperately, Amara reached forward, grabbing Annabeth's shoulder and locking her foot around her ankle before tripping her. She didn't account for Annabeth grabbing her arm and not letting go, taking Amara down with her.
The pair landed with a thump. Amara grabbed Annabeth's dagger at the same time she'd reached for Amara's, each of them now holding the others weapon. Amara brought her new blade to Annabeth's throat at the same time Annabeth got hers pointed to Amara's ribs.
Amara grinned, climbing off Annabeth and holding her hand down to her. The girl took it and was pulled off the dusty ground.
The pair swapped back weapons with an unspoken agreement that they were done in the arena.
Amara helped Annabeth fix her braids neatly back into the low ponytail she'd had before they started sparring, two pieces left out to frame her face. Annabeth always went to fix her hair every time they ran into Luke, so it was now a part of girl code that one wasn't allowed to let the other walk around looking like a disaster.
Annabeth thanked her, her eyes drawn toward Amara's hairline.
"Your face is bleeding."
Amara's left hand went to her forehead where she assumed Annabeth was looking. She winced when she found the blood and the cut that it was coming from.
