The Best People have the Rottenest Luck

Chapter 1

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CHAPTER ONE - CAMP HALF-BLOOD

PERCY POV

"PEERRCCYYY!"

I jolted up in my cabin bed, hitting my head on the way up.

"Ow," I groaned as a slipped my feet off the bed and onto the floor, pulling myself out of the comfort of my sheets. I threw on the pair of jeans with the least amount of rips in them and a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Finally, I made my way to the door, pushing all the clothes that were blocking it to the side, already guessing what the source of the yell was.

"Perseus Jackson, I have been standing outside for ten minutes waiting on you. I tried to come in but your cabin is so messy that I couldn't even force the door open!" Annabeth ranted as I opened the cabin three door. I gave her an apologetic, lopsided smile and pulled her in for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Wise Girl," I said as I revelled in the warmth of her embrace, burying my head into her golden mop of hair. "You smell like strawberries," I randomly commented, head still on her shoulder.

"Seaweed Brain," she giggled, "why can't I stay mad at you?" She sighed and pulled out of the hug, causing me to lose my pillow. "Chiron wants to see us at the Big House," she said, her smile fading. A wave of dread crossed over me as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me the way to the Big House.

"I don't wanna go in," I whined as we arrived at the front door. Before Annabeth could respond, Chiron opened the door, greeting us with a warm smile.

"Ah, Miss Chase, Mr. Jackson, here you are," he turned to me as he said, "I wonder what could've taken so long." He gave me his 'I-know-everything-that-happens-in-this-camp-and-that-you-slept-in' face and gestured for us to come inside.

The wooden steps creaked as we made our way up. Immediately, we sat down in the council room at the rounded table, claiming our usual chairs. It definitely felt a little weird with there only being three of us in a room that was normally occupied with over a dozen counselors. I sunk into my seat a little more, trying to find a comfortable position, but I soon realized there was no place as comfortable as the bed I just left. I sighed and realized that Chiron and Annabeth had started talking.

"...yes, I'm afraid so- Mr. Jackson, would you care to join the conversation?" Chiron scolded. I muttered an apology and sat up in my seat. Chiron sighed. "What I was telling Miss Chase here was that she has been sent on a quest." This caught my attention.

"A quest? This soon after the second Titan war?" I questioned, shocked. It had only been two months since I turned sixteen and we had beaten Kronos, or at least Luke had. I remembered how I tried going back to school, but I attracted far too many monsters. There was one specific incident that acted as the final straw in having Chiron make me a yearlong camper. It was the third time that a monster had come looking for me at school. This one was an enormous hellhound. It attacked me after the final school bell had rung, meaning everyone was leaving. I was minding my own business when it decided that it wanted to have a Percy-snack. During the fight, it knocked down one of the trees on campus after colliding with it. I was almost crushed while pushing two very bemused students out of the way. I quickly finished off the hellhound, but not without questions, or injuries, for that matter. My right leg had a minor fracture, along with my right arm, not to mention the wide array of bruises and scratches. In the moment, I remembered, I had sorely regretted having my father wash away the Achilles' curse on Annabeth's advise. She had said that I was too absent-minded and that I'd probably forget I had that fatally vulnerable spot on the small of my back and fall off my bed and die or something like that. Okay, now I'm getting off topic. Blame the ADHD. So yeah, Chiron manipulated the mist and blah blah blah. Now I'm basically on 'camp-arrest', meaning I'm not allowed to leave the borders for "my own safety".

Annabeth snorted a bit in laughter and Chiron rolled his eyes at my earlier question, meaning that is was probably the exact same thing Annabeth had asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," he started, "Percy, do you remember when you left camp years ago to go after Zoe Nightshade, Bianca di Angelo, and Thalia Grace, who were on a quest to rescue Miss Chase and Artemis from Atlas?" Both Annabeth and I flinched at the names of our two dead friends and the memories that accompanied them. Nevertheless, I recalled how Thalia, Bianca, and Zoe stopped to rest at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, how I followed them, wanting to rescue Annabeth, how I saw Atlas growing skeletal warriors, and how he unleashed the Nemean lion on me.

"Yes?" I answered cautiously. I saw Annabeth through the corner of my eye, who was also nervous to hear what Chiron had to say next. I guessed this is the furthest they had gotten in their earlier conversation. She squirmed a bit in the seat next to me, obviously not liking her memories with Atlas either. I took her hand in mine under the table, a comfort to us both. Her warm hand gripped mine tightly with her fingers lacing into mine. An apologetic look crossed over Chiron's face as it looked like he was grappling with what to say next, obviously not liking bringing up the recollections of one of our darker ventures outside the camp. He shifted his body slightly to face Annabeth.

"Miss Chase, I am truly sorry to send you out this soon but you are the best person for the job. I cannot send more than one person this time, for this is a strictly covert quest and I know that the mass majority of the campers would have a much too difficult time trying to not attract trouble like a moth to a light-" Oh, I just know he was talking about me "-Anyways, the Smithsonian is reworking their security systems and I need you to go and make sure that the recordings are erased and no clear-sighted mortals has seen them."

"But what about all the other places the Percy has been to?" Annabeth inquired, picking up on who the trouble magnet that Chiron was speaking of was. It seemed to me like Annabeth was open to the possibility of her going on the quest by herself.

"Overtime, I have been speaking with Lady Artemis, who has been cleaning up all the messes that have occurred on our quests. Unfortunately, her and her hunters are all on a lengthy mission, leaving only us to handle the aftermath. I believe that the Smithsonian is the only place she had not covered from Mr. Jackson's... adventures." Gods, it's like they totally forgot I was even in the room. I coughed, gaining both of their attentions.

"Why can't I go with her?" I asked, leaning forward, "I can be careful!" Hades, I didn't even believe me.

"Percy, even if you were able to be stealthy, your scent would attract half the monsters on this side of the country and your name would attract the rest. We don't need more messes on a mission to clean up one. Besides, you're on camp-arrest," Annabeth reasoned softly like the Athena child she is with Chiron nodding along to every word she spoke.

"Annabeth is right, Percy. She needs to do this," Chiron added firmly.

The dread started to sink in as I realized there was nothing I could do to change their minds and it only settled when I kissed my Wise Girl goodbye and watched her walk up Half-Blood Hill. She was gone on a quest where I wasn't there to protect her if anything went wrong.

I trudged back to my cabin, disgruntled. Camp-arrest was an utterly boring thing. Everyday, I got a little more homesick, wanting to see my mom and eat her blue cookies. But hey, I've broken out of camp before, so why can't I do it again?

I smirked and went to my cabin to pack and wait for nightfall. No camp could stop me when there were blue cookies at stake.