The Time Before 『A PJO/HOO Fanfic』❕ON HOLD FOR REWRITE❕

Frank ~3

In this chapter, I'll be doing both Percy and Hazel. I dont want to do one for Percy because I reeally want to write the actual story, so with out further a-do...

         I looked out from his table. The loud yells and burps ringing in one ear from my siblings and the loud chatter from the Apollo table next to him. I had never complained about the noise, it was worth losing hearing if I got to see Hazel everyday. I didn't whine about my siblings anger issues and recklessness, nor about how small my bunk in the cabin was. I could wade through it all to spent time with my girlfriend. But lately, it seems that she wouldn't do the same.

         After the contest the Apollo had a couple weeks ago, Hazel has been acting strange. She gets angrier easily, she complains about being too cold one day, then hit the next. Everywhere she goes, the smell of autumn follows. The trees she touches turn their golden brown, red, yellow palate and fall.  Her once dark chocolate hair was now a beautiful caramel brown. Her curls were the same, in all of its soft, fluffiness.

            At first, I thought nothing of it. I believed it happened to all the children of Pluto at one point, but Nico says it had never happened to him at all. Nor did it happened to his older sister, Bianca, when she was alive and walking.

       Curiously, I studied her closely. Paying extra attention to her actions. Noticing the way she smiled seemed a bit forced to him. Noticing the change in her once bright golden eyes, change into a sunshine yellow. I saw how she never left her cabin with out her jacket. Even on the hottest day of summer.

         The horn jutted him out of my thoughts. Getting up and placing the dishes in the designated bin, I left to go to the training arena. Today our cabin was there, sparing against each other. Trying to get the other to yield, claiming dominance above their siblings.

      I never participated in that part of the training. I was always with the younger kids, helping them hold their sword and attacking with it. The younger kids smiled at me, thanking me for teaching them then started to attack each other. Sighing in defeat, I sat down on one of the benches. My mind started wandering back to Hazel and her differences. The things she would never do and the things she does do swam through my head, trying to find an answer to why she was like this. The Hazel he knew never lashed out because of a petty argument. Hazel could never turn the leaves before, she could never change the temperature to the autumn freshness. Nor could she make breezes waft through the camp and chill the air with a slight gaze. But that was then, and this was now.

       Now she could change the colors of trees. Cool the hot summer air, ruffle the leaves and bring the smell of cinnamon and dry leaves to the camp. Now she can make the air drop to the sixties with a slight glance of her eyes. Now I was getting worried.

         Worried because Leo and Piper changed too. Leo was more temperamental. He could snap at any time, and the only ones to calm him down we're Piper and Hazel. He would stay out in the sun for days, sleeping. Doing nothing but dozing of in the bright rays of the day star. Piper, however, became nicer. She always smiles. Always has at least one flower in her hair and one on her dress. She stays in the forest more often. Spending time with the Demeter children and nymphs. Everywhere she goes, flowers spring up from the ground where her barefoot once stepped.

      It was odd. But most of all, Percy was the oddest.

        It started out slowly. Gradually. He stopped smiling as often. Stopped joking as often. Day by day the son of Poseidon started to loose his comedic charm. He didn't talk as much anymore. Didn't laugh. Didn't smile. Never sat close to Annabeth during campfires, meals, meetings. And eventually he looked as if he lost interest in everything. A static expression dawned on his face everywhere he went. Be it by force or voluntarily.

           The day he stopped smiling was the day the camp started to panic. Though they did t show it, everyone was scared. They never knew what Percy was thinking. Never knew about how he would react, if he would blow, laugh, yell. They knew nothing. And when anyone touched him, he was cold.

          Ice cold.

         His fingers looked as if a thing layer of frost covered each of his fingers and faded as they went down his hand. Anything he touched grew icicles or was covered in frost. Each breath he took was as if he was in winter, his hot breath escaped his mouth in a wisp  of white. His hair had changed as well. The roots were now a brilliant white, glistening like freshly fallen snow. Contrasting greatly with his jet black hair.

          I was worried for his friend too. I had known Percy for a while, and knew Percy wasn't like this. The campers confirmed that the son of Poseidon was never this cold to them. Never could grow ice on the objects he touched. Never left a trail of frost on the bright green grass. Never spent time without Annabeth. Now he could. He could make create miniature flurries of snow with a slight gaze. Now he left frostbite on the campers he touched or when they touch him. Now he spent more time with Piper than Annabeth.

Annabeth has talked to everyone about Percy. Wondering why he didn't look her way anymore, why he didn't smile to her or help her with anything.

I turned my head noticing Annabeth's blonde hair in the corner of my eye. "Annabeth! Over here!"

"Hey," he said and walked to me. "Have you figured anything out about them?" I shook my head. "It doesn't make sense! What could make them like this? I know for a fact they aren't possessed, they would be acting different if they were. But this seems, willingly. As if they want to act this way."

"It seems so," I replied. "Maybe if we try harder we could find something. Anything could be the answer for all we know."

"You're right." She looked down at the ground doe in thought. "I'll go look through the books in my cabin one more time. Maybe I skimmed over something important." She got up and started to walk away.

"See ya later!" I called out, her hand raising from in front of her to the the side. Her fingers spread out as if she was saying 'you too!'

I really hope that this will be over soon. I want my Hazel back, the sweet girl I fell in love with.

Words: 1,169
Published: 4/10/18