Harmony was an average Afro-Latina 13 year old girl who lived in New York...So everyone thought, She has a secret, A pretty big secret if you asked him
Percy Jackson x Fem Oc
First time writing so advice would be appreciated!!
English isn't my first...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
THE NEXT MORNING, Percy was moved to cabin three. He looked quite miserable, but harmony couldn't really blame him. I mean being the only person in your cabin and the only kid of one of the big three isn't really all that ideal. Also the kids were acting like he had some type of contagious disease.
Nobody mentioned the hellhound to Percy. The attack had scared everyone. It sent two messages,one: Percy was the son of the sea god; and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill him. And the camp borders are going to be the last thing to stop them.
The campers steered clear of Percy as much as possible. Well except harmony, harmony has nothing to hold against Percy other than her not liking him. Maybe a prophecy that predicts the end of the world, but it was way too soon to tell if Percy really was the one. Cabin eleven was too nervous to have a sword fight with him after what he'd done to the ares kids in the woods, so his lessons became one-on-one with Luke.
Annabeth still taught Percy Greek in the morning, along with harmony's Latin lessons. But annabeth always seemed distracted. Every time Percy spoke, the braided hair girl would scowl at him. As her Bestfriend, Harmony automatically knew annabeth was thinking about the rivalry between Athena and Poseidon.
Even clarisse kept her distance. Shocker I know. Though her deadly looks made it clear she had Percy on her blacklist.
That night, Harmony had a bad dream. Not the worst dream she had, but bad. Luckily it was a different dream from regular nights.
She was running along the beach in a storm. It had a city behind her, a city that she wasn't familiar with. Buildings was spread super far apart, palm trees and low hills in the distance. The city was too different to be New York.
About a hundred meters down the surf, two men were fighting. They looked like wrestlers, muscular, with beards, and long hair. Both wore flowing Greek tunics, one trimmed in blue, the other was in green. They grappled with each other, wrestled, kicked and head-butted, and every time they connected, lightning flashed, the sky became darker, and the wind rose.
Harmony wanted to stop them. She didn't know why, but the harder she ran, the more the wind had blew her back, until she was running in the same spot, her heels digging in the sand uselessly.
Over the roar of the storm, Harmony could hear the blue-robed one yelling at the green-robed one, give it back! Give it back! Just like a petulant child demanding for a toy.
"The kids are fighting again." That was the only thing that came into Harmony's mind.
The waves got bigger, crashing into the beach, spraying her with salt water.
She then yelled, stop it! Trying to get there attention. She used her charmspeak the second time stop fighting!
The ground shook. Laughter came from somewhere under the earth, and a voice so deep and evil it turned her blood cold.
