Sons of the Big Three

The Pink Haired Girl

Disclaimer: I do own Percy Jackson. Wait, no, I don’t own Percy Jackson, haha. Going to be skipping several weeks of camp in about a page or two now. I think for you readers it’ll be boring to have more camp days when I can just start writing about their quest.

Nick POV

The next few weeks passed in a blur. The schedule was the same really; do some work with Annabeth, then train, then flying, and then train some more. Simple, really.

Several events were different though. The first was when, in the Hermes vs. Athena game, where me and Desmond were on Annabeth’s team, we fought against Will, who had seemingly gotten better all of a sudden and had fought me to a standstill, Desmond just standing aside and watching us duel at the borderline while other campers fought.

Or course I had won, but the cost was that Nico had been able to sneak around and steal the flag from under our noses, and it meant the Hades cabin was the new champion.

Mr D had also found us to be worthy to go on the quest, and we found out more about it; we would be leaving in another week, and expected to find the camp, which was somewhere in LA around the bay side, during that week.

Chiron had taken over after that, since Mr D knew nothing after. He had told us that the competitions there included fighting, whether singles or in teams, adaptability for us, navigating around places using clues given to us by the gods and needing intelligence to solve the riddles, and other tournaments that would be held as well.

The point, he said, of this quest was to actually learn and find out more about ourselves and to make new bonds over at the other camp, but I sensed that the centaur wanted us to win against the Romans.

I trained harder in those weeks. We would be leaving on the Monday, after Capture the Flag, and already Will had bribed Percy, Annabeth and Jason with stuff, acting as an ambassador in the place of his brother Nico.

I had decided to name my Pegasus Quinn, with her permission of course. She seemed to like that name, and most of my afternoons were spent riding her and, for a short while, fighting while riding, both flying and on the ground.

And yeah, most of my free time was spent with Caitlyn. I could see that she cared for me, and I loved cuddling with her, being able to wrap my arms around her and feel her warmth. It was one of the best feelings in the world, especially when we headed to the fire at night and sat there.

One thing I could not get over was the fact that Caitlyn’s half-sister, Lucy, was always glaring at her, although it was more of an accusing look than one of jealousy or envy. I had stored the feelings I had for the pink haired beauty deep inside me, content just with Caitlyn.

The Capture the Flag game was a complete rout. The three of us, which I mean by me, Will and Des, held the base as the others swarmed to attack. The actual attackers that weren’t routed or called back to defend, were easily defeated by us, and it ended up with Kristian taking the flag from Hermes, after knocking back those who stood in his path as he held his axe in one hand and the banner aloft in another.

Finally, it was the day before we were meant to leave, early in the morning. The day seemed fine to start with, but instead of training by ourselves we were joined by the Hermes, Aphrodite and Apollo cabins, in which we paired up with others.

I was hoping to be with either Will, who could at least challenge me, someone who could fight well, or Caitlyn, but Annabeth placed me with another girl. The pink haired girl. Styx.

I felt my heart beat change and my stomach flutter, but I shook it off. ‘Where are your sisters?’ I asked as I drew my sword out of its sheath. Yeah, I do know that it turns from a pen, but the sheath of it was the pen in a way, so…