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...
"The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled."
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8.
AB and AV
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"What's a dumb fear you have?" She asked.
He laughed at the ridiculousness of his own answer; "Something about space is utterly terrifying."
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"LAST NIGHT WAS REALLY GREAT" Annabeth said after twenty minutes of nothing but the sound of flipping pages had filled the room.
"I think we all needed it." Ace waved, putting his finger down to remember where he last left off.
That morning they had docked in another port town and Leo gave the ground crew; Percy, Frank, and Hazel, four hours to try and find anything before the ship had to move on.
All morning Annabeth and Ace had been up by the Festus' head scouring books and myths for any mention of the physician's cure. Every once in a while Annabeth would kick Ace and have him read some obscure line that could possibly be what they were looking for but so far all of them had been in reference to some other magical remedy.
"Does Arya talk about camp with you a lot?" Annabeth asked casually.
Ace had learned over the course of this quest that it was safe to assume Annabeth knew everything. Not only was she booksmart but she was more observant than most, able to connect dots that everyone else would take three times as long too. Ace spent more than a few minutes wondering if it was a gift from being a daughter of Athena or if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Not that it really mattered, she was invaluable and Ace felt a little bit of pride within himself every time she came to him to ask an opinion or help with a task.
"Sometimes." Ace shrugged, "Usually if I ask about it she'll humor me and answer."
He learned more about camp through the stories last night than anything even close to what Arya had given him. Living and dining based on godly parents, capture the flag rather than war games, chores that could be traded, loss of dessert privileges rather than exile. It seemed that the consensus by the end of the night was the Greeks were too lenient and the Romans were too harsh.
Annabeth studied Ace like she was trying to figure out a problem. He was used to it by now. "I'm glad she can open up to you."
"It wasn't easy." Ace laughed thinking about their first couple of conversations.
"It took you six weeks." Annabeth stated, "It's been taking the rest of us a year."
He had gotten stories about Arya last night too. It painted a picture of her that used to be. A competitive warrior who knew her importance even in something as small as a camp game. A stubborn demigod who refused to acknowledge her father's powers even though it was all she knew. A proud camper who made sure she learned every new person's name before showing them some secret part of camp that very few people knew, just so they would feel important. A cheerful girl who avoided homework and snuck out of her cabin to hang out with friends, even after she got caught.
