"You guys are my best friends." Grover stopped. The three of them turned around to look at the satyr as rain started to pour. "Little weird that I forgot a lot more stuff than you guys did... Wonder what that's about."
"We weren't alone." Annabeth paused before meeting Grover's gaze, "It's easy to forget what's important when you're alone."
Percy frowned, looking at Odyssa, who seemed deep in thought. Her hair was matted from the rain as she stared at the violent waves washing onto the shore.
He crept his hand into hers, squeezing it to wake her up from her dazed state. Odyssa looked up, squeezing Percy's hand back with a smile. Alone. That was the reason why she forgot... Because she felt alone...
"I think I gotta go meet my dad now," Percy said as thunder rumbled loudly. "What do I say to him?" He asked.
"You'll know." Annabeth smiled.
Percy reluctantly let go of Odyssa's hand and walked towards the water. "Hey, Perce!" Odyssa yelled. He turned back to look at her, spotting a smile that shone through the stormy sky like the moon. "We'll be right here waiting for you!"
He gave a thumbs up and a smile as well before going into the water, the violent waves now lapping softly against the sandy shore. Odyssa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as Percy disappeared before Annabeth nudged her.
"I'm sorry for... Earlier. That thing about your sister." She said quietly.
"It's fine, honestly." Odyssa flexed the hand that Hermes touched, "I needed a wake-up call. I've gotta remember why I'm doing this in the first place."
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Percy walked into "Crusty's WaterBed store" with suspicion. Annabeth and Odyssa had filled him in earlier and with his newfound knowledge, he was on high alert.
"Welcome, weary traveler! Come on in and take a load off. These beds will change your..." Crusty, a balding old man in a tacky suit, pursed his lips at Percy's arrival, "Life. Well... Hello there. Missing our mommy, are we?"
"I know who you are. You're Procrustes. Son of Poseidon, and murderer of travelers." Percy announced, and Crusty's eye twitched.
"Crusty, please." He corrected through gritted teeth as he strutted over to Percy, "And you... You've got Dad's eyes." Percy backed away slightly. "Take a load off. Relax for a minute."
"The beds are a trap. That's how you do it. How you murder your guests." Percy frowned, not taking his guard down in the slightest.
"I do?" Crusty asked, feigning innocence.
"I know there's a secret passage to the Underworld here. I know you were left here to guard it... But I need you to let me through. Please?" Well, at least he was trying to be polite about it.
Crusty thought for a moment before going straight back into salesman mode, "In addition to being incredibly comfortable, these beds are great for your self-confidence!"
"I'm really not interested-"
"They show you how to fit. Fitting's not easy for guys like us, am I right?" Crusty asked and Percy's eyes flickered to the ground. Crusty walked up to Percy, "Our parents make it so hard. Stretching us and twisting us and hacking off pieces to make us seem more like them. Anywho... These beds take all that away."
Crusty smacked the bed hard, making it wobble and jiggle. "With these beds, you just... Fit. Try it. I think you'll feel much better." He smiled.
"You first," Percy said and all of a sudden, Crusty was smacked onto the bed. The blanket constricted around him as he struggled against his killing machine.
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The Clay Girl
Fanfic☆ *: .｡. The oracle told him to beware the ideas and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing.｡.:*☆ Look, a lot of people didn't want to be a Half-Blood. But I did... The adrenaline meant I was still alive, the comfort mean...
