the winemaker's daughter [ percy jackson & the olympians ]

chapter one

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁༉‧₊˚.[𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙻𝚈𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚂]

chapter one: mission impossible has been assigned

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FRIDAY AFTERNOON, mere minutes after her master's dagger throwing class had ended, chiron, the activities director at camp half-blood, and thalia not-grace, a famously known daughter of zeus approached ashanti destiny prewett.

she began pulling back her long, thick black hair into a makeshift bun — messy, but effective. she brushed stray strands from her face, almost missing her curls. during the summer months of the year, she kept it protected and out of the way, spending hours and hours braiding it up. usually year-round, the girl wore her natural curls ( until she was sick of doing it, and opted for another protective style ) but for the holiday, her, and silena silk-pressed it.

it was the day before winter break was due to start, so ashanti was in a bit of a hurry. her friend, nessa, was giving her extra pointers to have her knives cut through the air faster, so, ashanti was practicing the technique quickly before she'd dart back to her cabin to tidy, and decorate as a welcome back for her older brothers, castor and pollux. she'd made them a poster and everything, she just needed to avoid whatever confrontation thalia and chiron were about to approach her with.

thalia not-grace, a tall, lean daughter of zeus with purposefully choppy black hair. she approached, the smallest of smirks on her lips as if she knew exactly how their conversation would go. she stood in a way that assured ashanti that she was sure of herself, she tucked her short hair hehind her ear to show her plethora of silver earrings. she had a black jansport bag slung over her shoulder, and her usual dark makeup done to the tee.

thick black liner bringing attention to her electric blue eyes, but what really surprised the daughter of dionysus was the precision of her makeup, and skill, but wouldn't dare comment on it. her eyeshadow had traces of navy blue in the corners, and her lips shined with the peppermint chapstick ashanti gifted her, the scent wafting over as she stepped closer.

chiron, ashanti's mentor and friend, looked the complete opposite to thalia's easygoing demeanor, and the more she thought of it, the more nervous he seemed. his tail swished uncertainly behind him, and he tapped his leg ( his horse-leg? she didn't wanna describe 'he tapped his horse-leg' because somehow it sounded somewhat rude ) nervously, and stepped forward. he swallowed as if he were trying to take down a pill dry, and it amused ashanti lightly. she gave them a single glance, before her deep purple irises slid back over to the bullseye where she'd been practicing her throwing. she didn't exactly find anything strange about their presence, but still didn't find the need to pay them mind.

"ashanti, my dear," the centaur called out, his tone was strange, as she'd never heard him nervous before. he cleared his throat to try and chase away the shake of his voice, but ashanti could tell that he nervous of her reaction to something — she'd seen him try to break news to other campers before, and it usually went a bit like this. she just couldn't figure out how he was nervous what ashanti was known to be really nice, just quiet. she wasn't exactly like her father, though she did receive his easy to ignite temper through genetics, and a love for dramatics, but that's where it really stopped.

ashanti lazily let her dark, violet colored eyes wander over to chiron, a bit annoyed he was interrupting her practice when she really was trying to return to her cabin. she knew castor and pollux were due back at camp half-blood any hour. she was silently wondering why the hell they were bothering her when she was sure they had other things to do — especially since thalia not-grace was dressed for travel. the girl told her before that she was going to maine for some mission with percy jackson, and chiron was supposed to be teaching a master's archery lesson to some apollo, and ares kids.