𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀, percy jackson!

𝐈. don't mention the soda dump

──★ Chapter one

"Okay, at this point, you need to step up your sparring game, you suck." Adira quipped, her tone laced with both humor and a hint of seriousness, as she pointed the tip of her spear at Kian's head.

The evening sun painted the training ground of Camp Half-Blood with hues of gold and amber, casting long shadows across camp. Adira was grinning playfully as she looked down at her best friend. He was lying sprawled on the ground, his tousled hair framing his face, his training sword discarded beside him.

Kian let out a dramatic groan, his laughter echoing across the training grounds. "Hey now, watch where you point that thing. I happen to cherish my brains, you know."

Adira rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as she extended a hand to help Kian up. "As if you use them anyway."

Kian accepted her hand with a smile, pulling himself to his feet. "Ouch, Glinnie." he winced, acting like her words hurt him deeply.

She encountered Kian four years ago, while she was fleeing from the monsters who attacked her apartment and took her father's life. He found her, a shattered figure tucked away in the shadows of an alley, tears streaming down her face while humming the melody of the song "Defying Gravity" from the Broadway musical "Wicked".

Back then she didn't know the bond they were going to form or how he would be one of the most important people in her life, her family.

As they dusted themselves off, Adira couldn't suppress a chuckle at Kian's playful theatrics. Apollo children were always so dramatic.

"Come on Kinney, let's head back, I'm getting bored of beating you." she urged, brushing away the loose locks that had fallen out of her braid.

"Yeah, and that's exactly the reason why I don't like to fight with these stupid things. It's getting boring too soon," he said, putting his sword back into its original place. Like every other Apollo kid, Kian was better with a bow and arrows, but he didn't want that to be the only thing he was good at.

"You literally stay in the exact same spot, and practice the exact same movements during archery training, but combat fighting is boring?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him. Don't get her wrong, she absolutely loved archery, and she was good at it, but was it more fun than sparring? No tf?

"Yeah."

boy...

With practiced ease, Adira gripped the spear in her right hand firmly, feeling the weight of it reassuringly familiar. With a swift twist of her wrist, she rotated the spear 90 degrees and in an instant, the metal shaft of the spear began to shift and contort, the sleek lines of the weapon transforming before her eyes.

The pointed tip retracted into the shaft, while the metal segments folded and collapsed upon themselves, forming a series of intricate patterns along the length of the weapon. Its surface shimmered and flowed like liquid metal until it settled into its new form, the once-imposing spear now a bangle adorning her wrist.

The bangle, shining gold, was adorned with a prominent laurel wreath, intricately etched into its surface, and the words "heart-piercer" on it spelled in ancient Greek. She received it the day she was claimed, it was lying on her bed that night in cabin eleven.

They dusted themselves off and began to walk back to their cabins.

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They both made their way to cabin eleven, Adira wanting to take a shower and Kian looking for his best friends; Luke Castellan and Connor and Travis Stoll.