A story where Percy Jackson couldn't help but fall in love with the girl he first hated, or a story where Amaya Beylin finds out there was a thin line between love and hate, and Percy and her crossed that line a long time ago. (I don't own Percy Jac...
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At night, Percy had more dreams of Grover. Sometimes, he just heard snatches of his voice. Once, he heard him say: It's here. Another time: He likes sheep.
Percy thought about telling Amaya about his dreams, she is the daughter of the goddess of magic so she might figure out what's going on. But he would've felt stupid. Like seriously, He likes sheep? She would've thought he was crazy.
The night before the race, Tyson and Percy finished their chariot. It was wicked cool. Tyson had made the metal parts in the armory's forges. He'd sanded the wood and put the carriage together. It was blue and white, with wave designs on the sides and a trident painted on the front. After all that work, it seemed only fair that Tyson would ride shotgun with him, though Percy knew the horses wouldn't like it, and Tyson's extra weight would slow them down.
As they were turning in for bed, Tyson said, "You are mad?"
Percy realized he'd been scowling. "Nah. I'm not mad."
He lay down in his bunk and was quiet in the dark. His body was way too long for his bed. When he pulled up the covers, his feet stuck out the bottom. "I am a monster."
"Don't say that."
"It is okay. I will be a good monster. Then you will not have to be mad."
Percy didn't know what to say. He stared at the ceiling and felt like he was dying slowly, right along with Thalia's tree. "It's just... I never had a half-brother before."
He tried to keep my voice from cracking. "It's really different for me. And I'm worried about the camp. And another friend of mine, Grover ... he might be in trouble. I keep feeling like I should be doing something to help, but I don't know what."
Tyson said nothing.
"I'm sorry," Percy told him. "It's not your fault. I'm mad at Poseidon. I feel like he's trying to embarrass me, like he's trying to compare us or something, and I don't understand why."
Then he heard a deep rumbling sound. Tyson was snoring.
Percy sighed. "Good night, big guy."
And he closed his eyes, too.
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Amaya had a hard time falling asleep most nights, but that didn't mean she couldn't sleep, just that when she did fall asleep it was deep sleep. So when she was asleep. She slept like a rock. And when she slept like a rock, her usual visitor to her dreams, her mother, came to visit her.
Her mother's image appeared in her dream, standing in front of her. She was a beautiful woman, with pale skin and long black hair, adorned with a golden diadem.
"Hello, my child," Hecate said to her. She smiled, but her eyes looked worried.
"Mother," Amaya greeted. "Why are you worried?" she asked.
