Blood of Olympus Epilogue

Chapter 5: Camp Jupiter (Part 2)

(A/N: I didn't finish the last chapter quite right...)

Hazel:

"Wake up," a voice whispered. "Hazel, we're here." She cracked open her eyes, looking at Frank leaning over her. Behind his head, stars glittered in the dark sky. Moonlight flooded the truck, showing demigods gathering weapons, unloading supplies, and herding animals back to their stables.

Hazel stretched and sat up. She tucked an annoyingly wild curl behind her ear. Frank was now on the floor cramming tents into a big duffle bag. He looked up at her and smiled. When Frank was finally able to zip up the bag, he told Hazel, "I'll meet up with you later, okay?"

Hazel nodded and then yawned as Frank left to put away the tents and some other supplies in the storage boxes.

"Hey, Hazel! You're awake!" Reyna's voice came from the back of the truck. "Carry some stuff." Hazel's head shot up, feigning alertness. Reyna's dark hair was bulled back in a hasty half-ponytail tucked into her sweatshirt. She threw a pack to Hazel and gestured to the pile of swords under her seat. Hazel tiredly strapped the pack to her shoulder and carefully picked up the swords. Then she clumsily half-fell, half-jumped out of the truck. Landing on unsteady feet, she followed the other campers to the storage area.

Frank:

As a praetor, Frank stood on top of a stack of crates directing campers to put away supplies.

"All camping supplies - tents, sleeping bags, stuff like that - goes down there!" Frank called, pointing toward the storage sheds on the edge of the Mars Field.

Reyna, who stood on a similar stack of crates across the dirt path, shouted, "Dakota! Put your Kool-Aid away and pay attention! Weapons go over there!" She pointed towards the armory.

"Sorry, Reyna!" Dakota yelled back as he quickly stuffed his flask into his back pocket.

Frank saw Hazel making her way down the dirt path, six Imperial gold swords unceremoniously piled in her arms. He waved to her and she sleepily smiled at back at him.

"Swords go that way, Hazel," Frank instructed more gently than he had to the other campers.

"Okay." She nodded and carefully made her way down the path towards the armory.

Frank watched her walk, captivated by her perfectly imperfect steps and stumbles. "Reyna, I'll be right back," he said absentmindedly, not really listening for an answer. He hopped down from his pedestal and hurried to catch up to Hazel.

"Hey, Hazel," he greeted again cheerfully. "Let me help you with those."

"Oh! Thanks, but I got it," she answered. But then Hazel's toe hit a rock, or maybe a diamond that had popped up in her path. She fell and her armful of swords clattered to ground as she landed in the dirt.

Frank hurriedly knelt at her side."Oh my gosh! Hazel! Are you okay?" He brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered. "Just my pride."

"Okay. Are you sure?" 

"Yes. A little dirt never hurt anyone," she replied, brushing off her knees. "Well, except for Gaea dirt, but that doesn't count."

Frank laughed lightly, "Alright. I'll carry the swords this time."

"Okay," Hazel laughed.

They continued on their way to the armory, talking and laughing together under the starlit night sky.

(A/N: Hey guys, comment what OTP/Ship scenes you would like me to do the most.)