Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"Something about you made me feel a little more alive and far less lost."
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7.
Dancing as a Distraction
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"What do you think I'll like most about camp?" He asked.
"All the activities allowed outside of training." She answered with a small smile.
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IT'S NOT THAT THEY HAD REALLY EXPECTED TO FIND ANYTHING. The whole thing was still frustrating, coming back from hours of searching and being no closer to their goal. Annabeth wouldn't even let Leo and Arya stop to eat, claiming there was plenty of food on the ship and they had to keep moving. Arya couldn't fight AB on that one, they did need to keep moving if they wanted to find the physician's cure, talk to Artemis and Apollo, find and defeat the giants, as well as get back to camp Half-Blood with less than seven days until the deadline.
Arya couldn't help but feel slightly defeated.
It didn't help that Jason was still injured, Nico and Reyna were gods know where being hunted, and Octavian over at Camp Jupiter was ready to call for every Greek head to wind up on a stick.
She couldn't wait for night to fall so that she could meet Ace up on deck and train. Those two hours were her one saving grace from losing her mind. It was nothing but the two of them, and fighting. The one thing she didn't have to question or even think too hard about. In between that were Ace's random questions he would ask in an effort to get to know her better and stories shared between the two of them.
Everything else could be left to rot for those two hours.
Leo was still complaining about not being able to get food to go when the three of them climbed gangplank.
"I'm just saying no one would have complained-" His words were cut short.
In fact the conversation was entirely forgotten at the sight of the deck in front of them.
A table sat out over on the port side with all kinds of snack foods, it looked like the kind of stuff that was served at the firework show on the Fourth of July at camp. A few feet from that right around the center of the deck were cushions and pillows set out for at least nine people, with the option to use more than one cushion to make your seat. They must have been taken from the chairs in the lounge that the crew hardly used.
Directly in the center were jars of varying colors of Greek fire. Mostly the orangey-red of a normal blazing fire, with a few blue and green jars thrown in the mix, all stacked on top of each other in a way that it was clear someone was trying to make it look like some kind of... campfire.
