𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

꧁𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐋 𝐜𝐡𝟒𝟗꧂

A/N: Sorry it's late, i've been rly busy 😔😔

Hazel

One hour earlier

"Are you okay?" Frank asked me.
"Yeah, of course," I smiled. The cut on my head made me feel woozy, but I'd had worse. "I have ambrosia in my room."
"Good, let me know if you need anything," he said, wrapping me in a bear hug. Not as an actual bear, though. I guess that would be kind of odd. I rested my head on his chest, savouring the comfort.

I sheathed my sword and began to make my way below deck, getting wrapped in endless thoughts. I imagined that Jason and Piper would be alright, they'd recover from the setback in their relationship. After spending so much time together since the war, it would be extremely difficult to see them apart.

Thoughts of Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus haunted me like a plague. Haunted all of us, like a ghost, the cold tip of a sword pressed to our necks. A small part of me felt guilty. Annabeth would've gone regardless due to the prophecy... but Percy? He only went to protect Annabeth, why had no one else done that? Well, he's her boyfriend, and anyone can tell that he loves her, but, if the prophecy stays true, and only one person leaves the doors alone, then the other won't. Would that be our fault? For allowing Percy to go? Wouldn't we be responsible, for helping, for encouraging him? But I had to stay positive. I was a - what do people call it? - a glass half full sort of person.

I twisted the door nob, and the creaky door opened. I really needed Leo to fix that.

When I stepped into the room, something felt wrong. It was cold. Too cold. I went over to the window, and discovered that I'd left it open. I don't do that, especially if we're flying. I shut it and turned around, the hairs standing up on my neck.

I then noticed that one of my drawers was open. That was not how I'd left it. Nor the window.

Someone had been inside my room.

I unsheathed my sword, instantly. "Anyone here?" I said, turning in a full circle. Slowly, in a fighting stance, I walked over to the en-suite. I stood against the wall, holding my sword in front of my face. Slowly, I peered around the open door.

Nothing.

I sighed and went to sit on my bed. I felt dizzy. Why did I feel dizzy? I forgot. There was something I needed to do... I couldn't remember.

And if someone was in my room... Who? Why? Why didn't they attack me when I came in? What would someone try to do when they break into someone's room? Take something. They'd try to take something-

My breath caught in my throat, and I nearly choked.

Before the battle against the giants, I had left something very, very valuable behind. I didn't want it to get damaged. And now that was going to be the death of me.

I stood up, holding my cut with a hand like my head would simply explode. Hands trembling, I walked over to the drawer. Only to find it empty.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!!" I whispered, the dizziness increasing.

Frank's firewood was gone.

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I fumbled for all the different drawers, to check I didn't put it in the wrong one. Every time, it wasn't there. The flame-proof pouch was nowhere to be seen. I slammed all the drawers shut in frustration, and felt the irrational urge to slam my fist into the wall.