Soon Piper had changed from fluffy pajamas to an outfit more suited for a daughter of the goddess of love and beauty. The slightly taller native American girl knocked on the door to the Athena cabin. Her taps soft but loud.
Piper leaned into the door and whispered to Annabeth to come out, using the strongest amount of charm speak she could enter into the few words. The door swung open, there she was.
Annabeth stood in the door frame, a mess behind her, her fist bruised and bloodied her face had cuts from flying glass shards.
Piper put out a hand, which the slightly taller girl was hesitant to take. Piper pull Annabeth into a tight embrace, and for the first time in a long time, Percy saw Annabeth cry.
He was motionless. He stood there watching someone he held dear, cry like she was being torn apart.
At this point a small crowd was forming and he searched the group for Jason. He saw the blonde boy in the back, his eyes filled with regret.
