❝Don't read the last page,
But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes.❞
Book 1 of 'The Blue' duology.
Percy Jackson x Fem!Oc
TTC-TLO
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THE NUMBER OF CURSES KATHLEEN MUTTERED UNDER HER BREATH WAS BIGGER THAN HER AGE NUMBER. I mean, how would you react if you stood twenty minutes, freezing to death?
Thalia Grace could be very convenient, but this time she didn't even have to beg Kathleen to do something.
When the daughter of Dionysus was asked to go to Westover Hall with three other campers and Grover, she agreed immediately.
First step to glory.
At least that's what Pollux said.
Kathleen knew it wouldn't be easy. But she had to climb those stairs even if they were made of lava or so.
She was not just a daughter of Dionysus. She was not a camper to die at a young age. She was Kathleen Cerise.
But how could she get to glory anyway being a child with limited powers?
You see, Pollux and Castor could do a lot of things. From controlling sanity to turning wine into a diet coke.
What could Kathleen do? Act. That's all. Thanks, Dad.
For what seemed like an eternity, a car pulled up in front of the Westover Hall. "Thank Gods," Kathleen whispered. She jogged over to the car, ignoring how it cost everything to move her muscles.
Thalia was the first one to get out of the car (and so she was one of the two people Kathleen knew there).
Kathleen embraced Thalia in a light hug. The daughter of Zeus wasn't really a hugger, but when it came to Kathleen, a light hug was enough.
"Did you wait long?" Thalia asked as they pulled away.
Kathleen considered lying and saying: "No! I've gotten here seconds before you!" But eventually, she told the truth.
Annabeth was the second one to get out of the car. She approached Kathleen with a friendly smile. Ever since the brunette could remember, Annabeth was beautiful. Her hair was brown with blonde strands, styled in intricate braids, cascading down her shoulders. She had a smooth complexion and deep brown eyes.
She extended a hand. "I'm Annabeth."
Kathleen put on a warm smile. "Yeah, I know. Kathleen."
"And I'm Percy."
Kathleen's smile faltered as she raised an eyebrow and glared behind Annabeth's shoulder. Kathleen would be a liar if she said the boy didn't make a quite impression on her. Even though it was winter, his skin was tanned. He had black hair and dark, sea-green eyes.
"Percy who?" she asked.
If you really thought Kathleen didn't know who he was, you're a fool. She's heard about the Percy Jackson. He was the son of Poseidon, after all. Not the only son anymore.
