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 two WELCOME TO CABIN CHAOS
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The last thing Percy remembered was collapsing on a wooden porch, a ceiling fan circling above him with a dull hum from the yellowed light, and the faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and two pretty girls with dark hair, one with braids and the other with loose curls.
The two girls spoke nearly at the same time, the one with curls barely beating the other.
"The boy."
"He's the one. He must be."
"Silence, Annabeth," the man shushed one of them. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."
He must have passed out then because the next thing he remembered was laying in a soft bed with the same girls from outside hovering over him. They were whispering loudly as one spoon-fed him something that looked like pudding and tasted like buttered popcorn.
"Go back outside. I swear to the gods, if you—oh." The one with curly hair quickly pulled back the spoon and sat it in a bowl on the table beside him when she noticed his eyes were open.
Percy didn't have time to say anything before the other girl pushed herself almost completely in front of him.
"What will happen at the summer solstice?"
"Stop it!" The first girl yelled, ducking her head and quickly looking around as if she was making sure no one heard her. "Let him sleep."
All Percy managed to get out was a weak, "What?"
"What's going on? What was stolen?," The girl continued, now fighting to stay leaned over him as the other tried to push her off the edge of the bed. " We've only got a few weeks!"
The curly haired girl finally shoved her off the bed, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the room. She came back in mumbling something about manners under her breath.
"I'm sorry," Percy croaked. He didn't know exactly why he was apologizing. "I don't know—"
"You're fine," she shushed him. "Go back to sleep."
The next time he woke up he was greeted by the sight of a husky blond man, standing in the corner watching over him. He looked completely normal, like a surfer, if Percy ignored the dozens of blue eyes that covered his face and hands.
When he finally came around, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. He was lounging on a deck chair, pillow behind his head and a blanket thrown over his legs, on a porch that overlooked a meadow. Further away there were strawberry fields that went on for ages bordered by a winding stream with a grove of trees behind it.
He thought that maybe everything had just been a weird nightmare, his mom was really fine and this was just somewhere they'd stopped on vacation, until he saw the girl sitting next to him.
