[Percy Jackson] φονιάς (Foniás)

Chapter 9| Wars, prophecies and an engagement ring.

Chapter 9| Wars, prophecies and an engagement ring.

*Camp Half-Blood, Long Island*

|Annabeth Chase|

I crumpled the sheet on a paper ball and threw it in the direction of the trash bin just two meters away from me, failing miserably when the papel ball landed on the wooden floor of my cabin.

I sighed defeated, while rubbing my forehead with my left hand. All of my siblings were asleep and here I was, sitting infront of my desk while different blue prints layed scattered on the piece of furniture. It was probably around two in the morning, and as much as I tried to, sleep couldn't invade me. I even tried taking those sleep pills I got from an Apollo kid a while ago when my insomnia was very concurrent but, for some reason, today they weren't working.

I glanced around the place. The small lamp placed on one corner of my desk was the only light that iluminated the unlit room, and I was surprised that none of my brothers had woken up and complained about not being able to sleep because of me.

Then, my eyes focused once again on my desk. A pile of untouched documents rested on my left, while to my right I only had two sharp pencils along with an eraser, a calculator, and my blueprints. On the right corner rested the purple box I hadn't touched in what look like centuries, fearful that all those painful memories would struck me all at once.

When I was informed about Percy's return at camp, something in me turned on. I was well aware of the pitiful faces that my friends and aquaintences gave me, as well as their worried behaviour towards my actions. I decided that, if Percy wanted me to change and improve, I would do it. At first, I thought I was doing it for him, but then I realised I was doing it for me. His departure left me broken, and I needed to slowly enmend the pieces of my heart, starting by the things that I left behind.

Through the past weeks I resumed all my projects, even started one of them. I also decided it would be better to involve myself with more people, therefore spending more time with my friends.

It's been a month since Jason's and Piper's honeymoon ended, and me and Piper had been closer than ever. We had a beautiful friendship before my world turned upside down, and I was willing to fight for it.

I stood up from my chair, making as little noise as possible, while walking towards the coat rack and grabbing a jumper to cover my upper part of my body. I decided I would take a walk on the beach to relax myself and get rid of all the stress within me.

I looked around once more, an uneasy feeling of forgetting something inside my chest. My eyes settled on the box on top of my rest, and I deliberated it whether it was time for me to grab it.

In the end, I ran back to my desk and stuffed the box inside my jumper's pocket, then continued to exit the cabin.

As I walked around camp trying to make as little noise as possible, I could feel the weight of the box in my pocket increasing by the moment, the heat of it radiating through the thick material of my jumper.

I did my best to ignore it and, once I reached my destination, I sat in our spot by the shore, contemplating the peaceful sea infront of me.

The only sound that could be heard was the crashing of waves against the sound, and the singing of crickets invading the background.

Hesitantly, I pulled out the box and stared at the purple silk for a while, before gathering the courage to open it.

There rested the thing that would have defined my future. The only thing I had left that was attached to him. The thing that connected both of us.