Princess of the Sea (Fem Percy x YJ)

9

I took a deep breath, letting the water move around me as I sat on the cool ground. I wasn't by the Cave. Somehow, staying within close watch of Kaldur wasn't appealing and that's kinda why I'm sitting here by myself in the middle of the woods by a small stream.

The air grew humid as thoughts ran through my mind. Warm tears slid down my face and I dropped the water, releasing it before I could lose control and start a hurricane. I tried to stop crying, I really did. But the harder I tried the more tears poured down my cheeks.

It's not fair. First I lose my friends, then my mom? When I should have been the one to die in both cases? And if I hadn't convinced Mom to come with me to visit she'd be alive.

I wiped my eyes and stared at my reflection. Everything has been my fault. I couldn't stop anything that happened to them, I wasn't strong enough. I'm not strong enough. As that though resonated, I swallowed and wiped my eyes. Sighing, I stood up and started back to the Cave, dread slowing my every step.

The moment I get back I'm going to get lectured. Kaldur is going to go on and on about how one of them needs to be with me. I can handle myself, but they can't know that cause I can't let them know I'm a demigod.

I felt something slash against my skin and I whirled around. Nothing was there, but I could feel blood running down my back. I turned back around and started walking again. When I heard a twig snap behind me, I sped up. This is bad. I can't run, not in the woods, not unless-

I came out of the trees and onto a walking trail. Okay, so one that was convenient and two now I can run. I took off towards the towering peak of Mount Justice. Whoever attacked me wasn't far behind, rocks skittering and small twigs snapping under their feet.

I made it to the clearing where the front door to the Cave was located, but I didn't want to give away the Cave so I kept running. Sand crunched underfoot by the time they caught me. I was knocked to the ground and blades slashed against my skin. I gritted my teeth and took it, praying, hoping that someone else would find me before I'd be forced to use my powers. If I use them while I'm like this- I coughed as a kick to the side rolled me over. It burned as sand got in the wound. I stared up at the masked girl as her blades cut into my skin time and time again, staining the sand red.

As she raised her sai up for a killing blow, water bowled into her , slamming her into a tree and an arrow exploded at her feet, trapping her in foam.

"Handle Cheshire while I get her to safety." Kaldur scooped me up and rushed me to the entrance well out of Cheshire's view. I didn't bother to complain, knowing it wouldn't help me. I have enough practice with Will to know.

The infirmary cot I was laid on was uncomfortable, though that might have been because they weren't well used. The ones at camp have been used to the point where they aren't weirdly stiff and firm.

I sat up. "You know, I can treat my own wounds."

"You should have had one of us with you. This never would have happened if you had a guard."

"Actually it never would have happened if I wasn't a princess." Every muscle in my body clenched and I hissed as he poured disinfectant over the wounds. "Bastard."

"Such language does not befit a lady of the court, much less a princess."

"Do I look like I care?" The pitch of my voice rose as he continued to treat the cuts.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked after finished wrapping them. "Any nausea or faintness?"

"I'm a little dizzy, but that might be from the blood loss."

"Chesire's weapons are laced with posion. It will be best for you to rest here. Healing magic can do little past what you did earlier, and I do not want you to strain yourself. I am going to be in trouble for this as it is."

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "You're not the only one." Kaldur may not be lecturing me since I'm injured but Orin and Orm won't be as easy on me, especially if they find out I didn't defend myself.

I laid down and stared up at the ceiling. I don't really understand what happened. If this was supposed to be an assassination, then that would make Chesire an assassin. Why wouldn't she have killed me quickly? Why would she have waited until I was severely injured to try to kill me?

The only thing that came to mind was that she was trying to make sure I'd die from blood loss or the poison if I somehow survived.

Kaldur's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Would it not be more comfortable to-"

"I'm fine. Now go help the others. Don't make me pull rank."

"Of course."

As soon as he was gone, I groaned. My head pounded and with each and every throb, darkness encroached on my vision.

This...probably isn't a good sign.

I have class starting on Monday so I'm going to try to get some chapter done along with a cloak and pants. Clearance fabric is always helpful.

And since I'm in the typing mood, do you guys have anything you want to see?

See yah