𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚔𝚒𝚍 - percy jackson x oc

001

I - VALERIA WINS PINOCHLE

SHE WAS RUNNING.

Her bare feet hit the freezing pavement, leaving the bottoms of her feet dirty and raw. She peeked behind her and let out a shriek.

It was coming.

She lifted her strophium as she padded faster and faster, her legs burning as she tried to escape her fate.

She glanced ahead and saw the glistening blue sea before her.

Not seeing any other choice, she jumped.

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Valeria woke up panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She glanced around to take in her surroundings.

The Hermes cabin. Her home for the past six years.

The walls were a deep mahogany, which matched the exterior of the cabin as well. There were rows of beds covered in red comforters on the far end of the cabin. Towards the door were the sleeping bags for the unclaimed.

In the corner to the left when you entered was Valeria.

Valeria shifted on her sleeping bag, grumbling about uncomfortableness.

If only her lousy father could just send her a sign already. How hard was it to tell a girl that you screwed up and caused her existence?

Even Mr. D pitied her. Perhaps the most selfish god pitied her. He'd invite her into the Big House and they'd vent about life over a cup of grape juice.

The day all of this was about to change was like any other. The perfect weather bathed Half-Blood Hill in warm rays of sunlight and gentle breezes that promised protection.

Valeria walked outside and noticed everyone was acting strange, like they'd just eaten some of Seymour's Snausage. She was going to brush it off as typical campers...but then Valeria heard the whispers.

"Unconscious—"

"Defeated the Minotaur—"

She was perplexed. What were they even talking about?

She saw the activities director sitting on the Big House porch. She marched over and asked, "What are they talking about?"

"Ah, Valeria. Just the person I wanted to see." He smiled at her as if she wasn't rather harshly demanding information. As if she was just a, well, happy camper. "Percy is in the infirmary. Do you mind caring for him?"

"Caring for—wait, who is Percy?" Valeria questioned.

"The answer to your question."

Her curiosity got the better of her. She walked to the back where the Big House infirmary was located. Among the rows and rows of beds, only one was occupied.

The boy looked weak. His black hair was disheveled and his skin was very pale. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were since he was out cold.

This killed the Minotaur?

Valeria sighed. She couldn't believe she'd been put on nurse duty. How dumb was that?

She grabbed a towel and ran it under some cold water. She wrung it out before she sat down beside him and pressed it to his forehead.