IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria falls for a son of Nemesis.
Or
IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria can't seem pick a side.
Book I of 'Written In The Stars' [Wits] Series
Percy Jackson - Pre Heroes of Olympus
Ethan Nakamura x Fem!OC
Wits - plural n. mental...
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BEACH DAYYYY, THERAPY SESSION, CHARIOT RACE, ANNABETH KISISNG PERCY'S CHEEK, TYSON LEAVING, AND THALIA MOTHER FUCKING GRACE IS ALIVE. YEAH TOO MUCH HAS HAPPENED IN SUCH A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME.
We arrived in Long Island just after Clarisse, thanks to the centaurs' travel powers. Percy and I rode on Chiron's back, but we didn't talk much, especially not about Kronos.
Not the kind of dad you invited to school for career day. Okay that's kind of insensitive. The horse man struggled to tell Percy who his dad was, and I'm over here making jokes.
When we got to camp, the centaurs were anxious to meet Dionysus. They'd heard he threw some really wild parties, but they were disappointed. The wine god was in no mood to celebrate as the whole camp gathered at the top of Half-Blood Hill.
The camp had been through a hard two weeks. The arts and crafts cabin had burned to the ground from an attack by a Draco Aionius. The Big House's rooms were overflowing with wounded. Apollo cabin, who were the best healers, had been working overtime performing first aid. I just hope Lee and Will are doing okay.
Everybody looked weary and battered as we crowded around Thalia's tree.
The moment Clarisse draped the Golden Fleece over the lowest bough, the moonlight seemed to brighten, turning from gray to liquid silver. A cool breeze rustled in the branches and rippled through the grass, all the way into the valley. Everything came into sharper focus-the glow of the fireflies down in the woods, the smell of the strawberry fields, the sound of the waves on the beach.
Gradually, the needles on the pine tree started turning from brown to green.
Everybody cheered. It was happening slowly, but there could be no doubt-the Fleece's magic was seeping into the tree, filling it with new power and expelling the poison.
Chiron ordered a twenty-four/seven guard duty on the hilltop, at least until he could find an appropriate monster to protect the Fleece. He said he'd place an ad in Olympus Weekly right away.
Lore drop, I was on an ad in Olympus Weekly. Providing therapy sessions for thirty dollars an hour. I had multipe gods, coming to meetings in a house on Olympus.
Word got out to Zeus that in these therapy sessions they were talking mad shit about him. He shut me down. Zeus shut my business down.
AND IT WAS A GOOD ONE!
I never spent the money I earned. It's in my bank account. I have two-hundred thousand dollars in there. I should open it up again, but in a different area.
Anyways.
In the meantime, Clarisse was carried on her cabin mates' shoulders down to the amphitheater, where she was honored with a laurel wreath and a lot of celebrating around the campfire.
Nobody gave Annabeth, Percy or me a second look. It was as if we'd never left. In a way, I guess that was the best thank-you anyone could give us, because if they admitted we'd snuck out of camp to do the quest, they'd have to expel us. And really, I didn't want any more attention. It felt good to be just one of the campers for once.
