The Sister of Percy Jackson

Chapter Two

Yay! Chapter two. Well I just get right in to it.

Annabeth's P.O.V. ***************************
When I asked Brianna and Kelsea if they wanted to go get their weapons they were more excited then I expected them to be. Walking to the Armory I was thinking of all the reasons why someone would be so excited to get deadly objects in their possession. Every possibility that runs through my mind ends in disaster. I might have to keep an extra eye on them. We start to approach my cabin, so I lead the group around the side, to the armory. I open it up and lead Kelsea and Brianna in, while Percy leans in the doorway. "Hey why was I never brought in here to try and find my weapon?" Percy look at me with confusion shining clearly in his eyes. I stop and look at him before responding.

"Well, for one, we were a little preoccupied trying to figure out who you were. Second, we were trying to figure out what the tension between the king of the gods and your father was about. Third, I guess we sorta forgot?" I honestly don't know why he wasn't brought here. It was probably my fault, as the head of the Athena cabin, but me not necessarily liking him at first probably didn't help. Anyway I look to Kelsea and Brianna, who were looking around at everything wide eyed. "Well have a look around if you see anything you like pick it up and see how it fits in your hand." I smile encouragingly at them, but im not sure that we should trust them with weapons. They start to wander around the small room, pick up a few things, look disappointed and then put it back down again. After a good 20 minuets I was about to get us out of here when Brianna stops abruptly and looks at a crossbow. She looks really intrigued by the weapon. She picks it up and holds it like she was going to shoot it. She smiles and brings it down to about waist level. She turns and looks at me.

"This is it, this is my weapon." She say's beaming. I look at the bow and have to stop my self from cringing. That had belonged to a friend in the Apollo cabin, we lost her in the Titan war. She was killed from a stab wound, that could have been prevented with with a simple dagger, but she refused to carry anything but the crossbow. Her fatal flaw was stubbornness, and in the end it truly was fatal. Getting back to reality, I look at Brianna and how well she handeled the crossbow already. It was made for her.

"That's fantasic, that is your weapon on one condition, you have to carry a close range weapon as well as that, okay?" She nods and looks around quickly and right next to were the crossbow was, she picked up a dagger about as long as her forearm. She weighed it in her hand before smiling. It looked like one of the hunters daggers, and with it in her hand she turns and looks at me.

"Just out of curiosity where do I get ammunition for the crossbow and what kind of metal is the dagger?" She was looking at me with a thirst of knowledge in her eyes that I see in every child of Athena's eyes, my own included. I look at the dagger and wonder how that got in the shed.

"That dagger your holding looks like a hunter dagger, meaning that even though it looks silver it's celestial bronze. As for where you get your ammunition for the cross bow, i'd go talk to one of the Apollo kids." I smile at my sister and feel content seeing her so happy, even if I had only know her for half a day. I look back over at Kelsea and she's looking frustrated. she turns around, leans against a bare part of the wall, blows hair out if her face and sighs.

"Congrats, Bri! I wish I had found my weapon." She sounds sincere enough but very deflated as well. I look at the two girls and wonder why they were so interested in finding a weapon, so I voiced my question.

"So why are you two so excited about getting weapons?" The moment the sentence left my mouth I knew I shouldn't have asked. Both of their faces fell, and they looked like beaten puppies.

"Well, 5 years ago we were abducted by this group of people, for about 1 and a half years, and we felt so helpless as they beat us mercilessly for what seemed like centuries. They did everything imaginable and some things that weren't, to us for no reason other than cause it was fun. If we had, had weapons at any point in this 1 and a half years of hell, then it could have been prevented. After we were found and 'healed' we took up every form of self defense we could, and became fighters. That is why we want weapons, to protect ourselves from harm." Kelsea had been the one to speak, and she was shaking slightly. As I watched her I felt the temperature drop. I am then pushed gently out of the way as Percy walked over to his sister and embraced her. She wrapped her arms around him, buried her face in his chest and just stood there. After a good 3 minuets she drops her as and steps back. She holds a pen between her fingers and she's smiling. The sadness in her eyes wasn't gone but she was trying to make it it disappear. She takes off the cap and Riptide springs out if its pen form. Kelsea stands there examining it, while Percy is just standing there gawking at her. She looked up with curiosity written clearly on her face.

"How does this work, and where can I get one?" I look at her and smile slightly.

"It works by the power of the gods so I don't know exactly, and Percy got that from your guy's father so I don't know how you would get one either. But is it the design, the weight, what is it that you like about his sword?" When I couldn't answer her question her face fell, but she then started to look at the weapon in her hand, looking like she was figuring how to describe the sword.

"Well, its the perfect weight, and length but the hilt feel's like its not made for me, but someone else. I mean it's Percy's sword but still, it isn't quite perfect for me. Do you mind if I take one more quick look around before we leave?" She looks at me with the puppy dog eyes I see all the time on Percy's face, but this effected me worse then Percy's ever have. She also had handed Percy back Riptide, and he looked very relived to have it back in his possession. She scans the walls and racks and her eyes suddenly stop moving. She was starring at the bows on the back wall. I noticed one that had never been in here, on even in camp for that matter. It was gold and silver, with the sun and moon engraved in it. It also had very intricate designs coming off the sun and moon, making them intertwine, and it looked almost like a story. Kelsea walked up to this exact bow and takes it off the wall. She examines it and grins from ear to ear. She spins it around like baton, and then slings it over her shoulder. Kelsea looks up at me. "If your ready to leave then I am."

"Well actually you need to pick out an arrow bag." I motion towards the selection. She walks over to them and looks them all over in the end she grabs one that was gray with an owl covering the majority of the bag. It was one that had caught me eye several weeks ago when taking inventory and I was glad it was going to Percy's sister. I was confused though. "Wait I thought you wanted something like a sword or a dagger?" She looks up at me from her new possessions.

"Well I told you, Bri and I took many self defense classes so we've mastered most weapons, well the common ones. I wouldn't mind to get a dagger or sword or even a spear but this bow is the only weapon in here that, feels right. That feels mine, you know?" I look at her and I see that she was happy to have found something that worked for her but I could see her holding and spear or a sword or and dagger and looking ten times happier, especially if the bow was still slung across her back, or in her hand and her sword or dagger on her hip. I could see the fighter in her and I hadn't even known her 24 hours.

"Hey, wise girl, we should probably go back, so these two can get settled in before lunch." Percy looks at me and I nod.

"Ya we should get going." Just as I finish my sentence one of the Hermes campers comes running threw the door out if breath.

"You four *pant pant* big house *pant* now" We all look at each other and go running out the door.