The Witch's Daughter: Book 1| The Sea of Stone

_Chapter 3| Under a Common Banner

Spending a lot of time with someone gives you a great opportunity to talk to them. Andrea was naturally a very talkative person, but there was no one who seemed to understand her in the sense that they could have a civil conversation without one of them trying to strangle the other. (Long story, but Hylla had been asking for it.)

Andrea had decided to do a loose braid on Annabeth, not unlike her own. The gentle curls would accent her gray eyes and bold spirit. Adding in some gold threads at the last minute gave her hair the quiet elegance Andrea had been looking for.

Pinning up the last twist, she sat back to admire her handiwork. Annabeth stared back, beautifully dressed in a white Grecian-style dress that made her tan skin glow, her hair pinned up perfectly; but it was still missing a little something.

“Hold on,” Andrea sadi as she dug through a chest full of clips. Gaudy and over-glamourous pins were thrown to the side untraditionally as she looked for one particular pin. Finally, near the bottom she found it, “Aha! Here it is!”She showed it to Annabeth, the blonde inspected it carefully before nodding her approval.

With the clip firmly, but not uncomfortably attached to her head, Annabeth spun around once, showing how the dress twirled. Andrea smiled as Annabeth laughed, it was a happy, carefree laugh, so unlike her own. Old in its own way, her laugh had matured but no longer had the innocence one would expect from someone her age.

“You look great!” she told her truthfully. “Ready to see C.C.?”

“Yeah,” Annabeth answered eagerly. On their way back to C.C. Annabeth caught sight of their immense library.

“Oh. My. Gods,” she breathed, her eyes unfocusing at the sheer amount of masterpieces before her.

Andrea let her stay there for a minute. Annabeth was utterly reluctant to leave, until she was reminded that Percy would be waiting for her. (. . . kinda. Andrea thought, almost sadly)

Putting her hands on the door, preparing to open them, Andrea felt her heart clench painfully. Sure, Annabeth had said she was ready to see C.C. again, but was she ready to stand up to her? Did Annabeth even have the strength to confront her mother?

Only time could possibly tell . . .

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