The Sun and The Sea

Percy POV

Well, it was nice to be out of the infirmary for the first time in a week.

After figuring out that taking sleeping medication stops me from getting dreams, the injuries have stopped.

Thank the gods.

It did, however, make me feel abnormally zombie-like after waking up.

As in, Nico-after-a-late-night-with-Will zombie-like.

Speaking of Will, I haven't seen his father since the day in the infirmary.

Every time I think of his nickname for me, I can't help but smile.

Out of all the things he could've chosen, "seashell"?

I wasn't complaining.

It was cute.

I really need to stop being so utterly head over heels for an immortal being.

It was difficult though, when the only thing my brain wanted to picture was his tan skin, pretty blue eyes, silky blonde hair-

I think you get my point.

Maybe Eros had shot me with a love arrow, that would explain the attraction.

While on the topic of arrows, I had an archery session this morning.

It didn't go too well.

~Flashback~

"Alright, children, I suggest you all move back before you get shot.."

"Hey, my aim isn't that bad!"

"Percy, it is."

I glared at the centaur.

"Okay, well, everyone has their talents, and mine just isn't archery!"

"So I see," Chiron replied drily.

"Ha-ha." I deadpanned, sending a quick, mental prayer to Apollo and Artemis before letting the arrow that I had drawn fly.

I mean, it didn't hit the target, but it didn't hit another camper either.

An improvement, in my opinion.

A shriek echoed through the air.

Okay, ignore my previous statement.

Archery just wasn't my thing.

~Flashback end~

Currently, I was training some newer campers on sword-fighting.

They needed to be prepared if the war was an actual thing, and not just a lie to scare us.

It made me wonder if this is what Luke felt like.

Sparring a young boy with a sword that was so obviously incorrect for him.

"Hey, uh, Matthias, is it? Is that sword the right weight for you? It looks a bit on the heavy side."

"It's fine.." the brunette mumbled, trying to lift the blade for a swing.

"Ah, okay. Well, let's find you a lighter one so you can fight me a bit better, okay?"

"This one's fine."

"Well, I know you say that, buuuuut it looks like you're struggling a bit."

"I'm not!"

"Mhm.."

Ignoring his protests, I jogged over to the armoury to find a sword better suited for the child of Ares.

Since he hadn't followed me I would have to guess.