Annabeth POV
Annabeth was the first to look. Her head whipped so fast when she heard the girl speak. No one said anything except stare. Where there was the peacock now laid a girl. She looked no more than 17, just like Annabeth. But that's where the comparison stopped.
The girl on the ground had black hair. Her skin not as albino white as the peacock but pale enough for Annabeth to wonder if she ever heard of tanning. The girl stared back with almond shaped, brown eyes. She opened her mouth to speak again but Annabeth beat her to it.
"Who are you?" Annabeth asked softly. "Do you know where you are?"
The girl looked around. She stared at everything around her and tried to get up. The girl almost fell over while trying to stand, yet no one made an effort to help. Instead, they all backed away, afraid. Annabeth thought of a baby calf trying to navigate a new world.
"I'm Helena," the girl responded in a quiet voice.
Percy stepped forward first, putting his hand out towards her in a welcoming gesture. "Welcome to Camp Half- Blood, Helena. You were clearly sent here because you're one of us."
Helena reluctantly took his hand. Everyone else looked relieved. If Percy can trust her, so can they.
Yet Annabeth couldn't trust her so easily. Something about Helena made Annabeth uneasy. But she pushed aside that feeling for now. Afterall, she was one of the camp's leaders. She had to accept anyone who came through camp.
"Let's get you to Chiron," Annabeth said.
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The Forbidden Child
FanfictionWhat if we didn't know EVERYTHING about the gods? In this take of the PJO/ HOO stories, the crew encounters a new problem- a new camper. But this camper isn't a demigod of your typical Olympian. Can the crew figure out why she's here? Or how... I do...
