"Just...because."
"Very helpful. Anything else?"
"Nope, just good luck." She sent a playful salute and Shayla sighed before walking towards a blonde sitting at a table.
If Delilah was right, then this was going to be a long and painful conversation.
Shayla walked up to her smiling.
"Hey!"
"Hi!" Annabeth sent her a smile that seemed observant. She seemed to be observant but not in a creepy way, in a safe way.
Shayla toyed with her necklace charm as she sat down at the bench. She felt like she was in trouble, except she wasn't getting punished physically, more in a mental I'm gonna make you go insane with the what did I do wrong suspense. Kind of trouble.
"Well, how is the Hermes cabin?"
"It's nice, it's interesting." Shayla nodded and glanced around at the campers milling about.
"Well, to finish the introduction, I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena."
"Isn't that the goddess of owls or something?" Shayla said, remembering the owl symbol won the Athena cabin.
Annabeth's eyes fired up in an almost offended way.
"Her symbol is an owl, and she is the goddess of war strategy, wisdom, and craft."
"Oh, my bad, sorry." Shayla drummed her fingers on the table.
"What'd you wanna talk about?" Shayla raised a brow at Annabeth's smoldering expression.
"Two things. Let's start with the first one."
Shayla didn't like the way Annabeth was staring at her. It wasn't a glare but it wasn't a kind gaze either.
Shayla, she won't murder you in your sleep, calm the fuck down.
"What's the first one?"
"I believe that you are the protagonist of the next Big Prophecy." Annabeth crossed her arms and Shayla knitted her eyebrows together.
"Prophecy?! That's not terrifying at all."
Prophecy. Annabeth thought she was going to be apart of the next prophecy. Why would she be apart of the prophecy?
"Yes. I believe YOU are the most important person of the prophecy."
Shayla stared at her like she had just told her that hotdogs could fly. Shayla wasn't important. Shayla was probably the least important person here. Hell, if anything, the bugs didn't even know she existed, and they probably laughed at Annabeth hysterically like Shayla had just started doing.
"Good joke, I wanted to see if you were gonna keep it going for awhile, guess you are." Shayla wiped a tear that fell from her eye.
"I'm not joking, Shayla." Annabeth said after Shayla calmed down.
"Mhm." Shayla nodded.
"I'm not!"
"Ok, if you aren't joking, why do you think that I'm apart of some big prophecy?" Shayla crossed her arms.
"Intuition."
"Well, intuition can kiss my ass."
Annabeth rolled her eyes and sent Shayla a look. She shrugged and waited for Annabeth to continue onto her second reason to talk.
"Second reason??" Shayla prompted.
Annabeth sighed before continuing, "Did Delilah or someone tell you about how Percy and I broke up?"
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Before The Tides Turn|p. Jackson| Book One
FanfictionShayla Dawson has never known what family love has felt like. Her biological parents were dead, or so her evil step-parents had said. Her step-father was a drunk alcoholic with a nasty cut-eye. When Shayla runs away and runs into a boy with sea gree...
