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 four PLACE YOUR BETS
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The walk back to cabin eleven was short. Amara split from Percy almost as soon as they got back to go shower, kicking a black haired boy out of the bathroom to do so.
The cabin was still teeming with life just like it was when he was first shown it earlier. No one really paid him much attention as he walked over to his spot of the floor and plopped down on his sleeping bag.
He set his Minotaur horn aside and began going through the orange duffle bag. It was filled with clothes—multiple CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirts, a few pair of jeans, some shorts, and socks and underwear—and included some toiletries. There was also an orange camp hoodie folded underneath the bag that he didn't notice before.
"The girls had me grab most of your clothes. You know, in case you were worried about one of them seeing your underwear."
Luke had snuck up on him. Percy didn't think he meant to, Hermes' kids were probably just naturally light on their feet. Although, now all he could think about was someone else seeing his underwear. He guessed it could be worse. At least he had clean underwear.
"Thanks, I wasn't worried about it until you brought it up."
"No prob," Luke said, noticing the orange fabric that was still in Percy's hands. "The hoodie wasn't me though. That was all Amara."
Percy didn't get much time to reflect on what Luke said before he was being bombarded by two nearly identical boys, dragging a blonde girl behind them.
The boys both had curly brown hair, upturned eyebrows, and a certain gleam in their eyes that screamed up to no good. It wasn't hard to figure out they were sons of Hermes. The girl also had a gleam in her eyes, but Percy couldn't place it. It looked a little bit like his stepfather's when he went all in playing poker, but it didn't seem fair to compare the girl to smelly Gabe.
"Hey, so we hear that you fought the Minotaur and won. Is that really true?"
"Oh...yeah." Percy reached behind him to grab the Minotaur horn, holding up so the three could see it. The girl opened the journal she was carrying and jotted something down.
"Wicked." The other boy commented, poking the tip of it. "Felicity, what do you think?"
The girl held up her finger, continuing to write for a few seconds before she looked up.
"Not sure. Killing the Minotaur is certainly a sign of strength, but anyone can get lucky once."
Percy looked at her journal. His name was big at the top, a three column chart laid out beneath it. The columns were titled 'name', 'guess', and 'bet'. At the bottom of the page there were little bullet points. '-killed the Minotaur' was currently the only thing listed.
