𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝟭 || percy jackson !

𝟎. 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆 (k)

— ★ ︵ @ i was a kid
I didn't need to be stronger, ⟢ ♟️
౨ I needed to be protected !
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camp half-blood vibes !

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"C'mon Bettieee! I want to go to archery todayy."

"Nope, your turn," Annabeth said to me as we picked strawberries. "And I had to take care of him for a whole day! You can manage today. And you know the story, he could be the solution to the prophecy."

I huffed and handed her my basket, full of strawberries.

Annie is a beautiful girl; blue eyes, blonde, wavy hair, tan skin... The prototype of a California princess. Her mother is Athena, cabin 6. We met three years ago when I arrived here. Since then, we've been inseparable; well, not like she and Thalia were, but it's still something.

"Only because it's you."
She punched me lightly on the arm with a smile, before I turned around and headed down the valley.

★ ︵ ⟢ 💌

As I walked toward the Big House, where the guy who had just defeated a Minotaur was knocked out cold, I felt arms lift me off the ground.
"Hey!"
"Guess whooo?"

I smiled.
"Okay, okay, Mayslee! Put me down!" I laughed. Mayslee was the first to talk to me here; back then, she was in Hermes' cabin, but she was recognized by her mother, Aphrodite. As if there were any other option.

She's gorgeous, with her platinum blonde hair, eyes too light to seem real. She radiated perfection.
And I know for sure she's her mother's favorite. From the last trip to Olympus, it was pretty obvious, even just from the fact that she was the only one who got a gift: a necklace with a pink sapphire hanging from it. Elegant, beautiful, and rare, just like her.

"I need to go see the drooling guy, Annabeth decided to leave him to me today," I announced, rolling my eyes, but she giggled as if it was the cutest thing in the world.
"Well, at least he's cute!"

I couldn't deny that.
The gods always have their favorites.

Mayslee and I continued chatting until we reached the entrance of the Big House, where we found the raven-haired guy who had been here for a day, lying in the bed where Grover had carried him after the fight with the Minotaur.
He was in a sort of half-awake sleep, waking up in bits and pieces, but he didn't seem fully conscious.

As usual, a string of drool hung from his lips, and he snored lightly, probably because he was in a position—which, in my opinion—looked very uncomfortable.

I sat on the stool usually used by Annabeth, while Mayslee greeted Argo, the hundred-eyed one; and I started wiping the drool from the guy's mouth with a paper towel.

I used a straw to give him a little nectar, which he swallowed in tiny sips; and I wondered what it tasted like to him.
For me, it just tasted like wild blueberries, but for some reason, it reminded me of home, even though only strawberries grow here.

My friend leaned in, studying the unfortunate guy, smiling a little. "How old do you think he is?"
I shrugged, giving him more nectar. "Maybe twelve, thirteen. But I'm sure he's younger than sixteen."

At least that was thanks to the prophecy.
The gods wouldn't let this guy live until his sixteenth birthday if Chiron was right.

"What's his name?"

"I dunno, something like Perry? Peter? I honestly don't care enough to know."

A thunderclap shook the camp; usually, storms never came over us, but apparently, Zeus was so angry that we were all going to get caught in his outbursts.

I wonder what angered him.

"Poor thing, I heard Grover say he lost his mother..."
I looked down at the guy, feeling my stomach drop. I had lost my father too—or at least, that's what they tell me—when I was little. Whoever my mother is up there, she doesn't dare show herself, not even by accident.

Annabeth and I had brooded over it; or at least, she pretended to be interested in my situation so I wouldn't feel bad. Even Mayslee and I had a conversation like that, but she said the gods didn't have much time for their own children, and that really made my blood boil.

I snapped back to reality when I heard someone cough.
It was the raven-haired guy, and he was coughing up the nectar, glaring at me with a look of concern and slight fear.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Great shit.

A/N 💗

silent readers don't be silent !
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740 words !
published : 07/11/2024