His Goddess ---L. Castellan

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Annabeth

It's been a couple of months since Percy's abrupt departure from camp and life has been more than boring than ever. I and Jay got together and our relationship is even better than I and Percy's, sure my friends don't approve, especially since it caused them to fall out with Percy, but they won't leave me still, due to the fact that we're friends. How awfully loyal they are.

I hum a cheerful tune to myself as I make my way to my personal study, ignoring the disappointment in Malcolm's eyes. I sit at my desk and prep my things, my reading glasses perched across my nose. Then I noticed a strange book resting on top of a stack of books I kept in the corner.

Curious, I pick it up, admiring the intricate gold and silver designs on the cover and spine. I flip it open to the first page, eyes widening at the name scrawled atop the dotted line in neat, bold writing;"𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛". Beneath it was a caduceus and another set of writing in small, feminine font; "𝒢𝒾𝒻𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ". I frowned, studying the page.

I flipped the page, facing a blank page. A pressed orchid bookmark fell out, its white pink petals a stark contrast to the dark background. I picked it up and noticed the same feminine writing on the bottom corner; " 𝒜𝒹ℴ𝓇𝒶 " it said. Behind it was a short note written in Luke's bold lettering;

"𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑀𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛.
𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚.
𝑊𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛,
𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑑.
𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑀𝑦 𝐴𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎. 𝑀𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠."

Wordlessly, I tuck it back between the pages and flip open the diary to the first entry - fourteen years ago, before Percy arrived at camp for the first time, but after the lightning bolt had been stolen.

25𝖙𝖍 𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗, 20𝖃𝖃

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓. 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝐼'𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑-𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑑, 𝐴𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟. 𝐼 𝒉𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒...
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"𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛" 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒. 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡-𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠' 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑦 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜ur 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙" 𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠𝒉𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒.