{1} Princess - P. Jackson 🔱

"Guess I got back right on time."

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Alright, let's do this one more time.

My name is Maria Sinclair. I was bitten by a radioactive spider and—

Wait, wrong story.

Well, you guys at this point have to know me and if you don't, I suggest you to go back a little to know what a fucking mess my life is.

Now, to resume the last happenings; I was sent to Brazil held at gunpoint—just against my will—and forced to live with my father. I had to leave my Aunt, my friends, camp, and that motherfucker that decided to get stuck into my mind like a drug.

After months of arguments, tears and sneaking out to call Annabeth without my father knowing, if I knew it would take only showing him how happy and safe I was there to make him let me come back to New York, I would have done that on the first day and not eleven months later.

But let's all thank the gods for the opportunity that I got, before later than never. Does this expression exist in English? I don't know, but you got me.

I came back. I was back and I was so fucking happy.

I had promised my father that I would call him once in a while to let him know I was fine and that by the end of the month I would send him pictures that would resume the month. Let's see what we're going to get this August.

Speaking of August, it's the motherfucker's birth month. Percy, or Perseus Jackson as I prefer to call, is going to turn eighteen years old and unlock the most feared prophecy of all. I know I got here two weeks ago but I was really conflicted about going to see him.

Like, how would he react? Does he want to see me? Does he really hate me? Do I have the courage to face him?

I had planned a way to approach him. I don't know if he would like it but I was planning on leaving camp and knocking on his window. 'Surprise! Guess who's back and in love with you?'

One or two. He would be happy or he would throw me out of the window. The first option could happen if we focus on how he sent me flowers on my birthday, which for me was the last straw to make sure I was in love with him because that bitch knew I was down on my knees for receiving flowers, or the second option which could happen if we focus on how he said that he hated me when we last saw each other and the fact that we haven't spoken in almost a year.

That's why I have been hesitating.

But my plan went down the drain as soon as he appeared at camp, one week before his birthday. As I had heard, Beckendorf went on a mission with him to get rid of Princess Andromeda.

Things went even down the drain, maybe until the underworld when he showed up without Charles. That's when Silena's world fell to Tartarus.

If feeling tense and stepping on eggs around camp was bad, now it is even worse. I had been trying to block out everyone's emotions but it's too heavy, too overwhelming all the time. Especially when Silena fell on her knees crying.

"No, no this can't be true!" The girl cried out, sobbing while pressing her hands against her face. I was kneeled down beside her, her head resting on my shoulder as I felt my heart ache.

Clarisse stepped through the crowd and held Silena's arm, pulling her up. "Come on, girl," Her voice sounded so gentle. "Let's get to the Big House. I'll make you some hot chocolate."

And by twos and threes people started to walk away, leaving only Annabeth, Gabriel, Chiron, me and him. Percy Jackson.

He looked so heart clenching good. He had grown this past months I've been away, from his 5 '7" to a good 5' 11", while I had grown only one inch, reaching 5'5".