Blood of Olympus

Disclaimer: Don’t own PJO or HOO… Rick Riordan does…

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It's been forever, but I'm back, and I hope to win you guys over with my writing skills, again! :)

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I—Piper

It was the middle of the night when Piper started hearing a voice.

The trip to Athens had been going well so far—since that picnic they had had with the Athena Parthenos after surviving yet another crazy quest to save the world.

But the world wasn’t exactly safe yet, oh, far from it.

From July 18, they had established that they had exactly fourteen days to travel to Athens, defeat Gaea and her minions and stop the evil Earth goddess from ruling the world.

They were three days into their journey, and aside from the minor monster fight from time to time, things had been going well—granted that the atmosphere was slightly more gloomy now that Coach Hedge had gone with Reyna and Nico, and the seven were still pondering over the events of the past few days.

Piper stood at the bow of the ship, staring out at the barely visible horizon line that separated the black, ominous sky, from the equally black and equally ominous Ionian Sea. The water was calm, and for a while, Piper could almost pretend that everything was perfectly fine. Almost.

The chilly evening air blew several strands of her chocolate brown hair from her messily put together braid, and she gave a small shudder and wrapped her olive green jacket more snugly around her body. One hand rested on the cold metal railing of the Argo II, the other subconsciously stroking the polished wood of her dagger—ready in the case of a surprise attack.

It was her turn at watch, anyway. The others were in their rooms, grasping at any chance to take any form of rest.

Piper glanced at the watch on her wrist—the glowing watch face read 5:27 AM, but strangely enough, she didn’t feel tired at all (maybe because her mind was racing with so many thoughts, or maybe because she had been sleeping most of the time she was off guard duty).

She scanned the horizon another time, her mind absently wondering back to the topic of Coach Hedge, Reyna and Nico bringing back the Athena Parthenos to Camp Half-Blood.

How were the three doing?

Was Annabeth right about Reyna bringing back the statue, and fixing the rift between the two camps?