The Lightning Thief || Percy Jackson x Reader

05 | the minotaur

The sun was just going down after the long summer day, casting an ethereal peachy shade across the sky, when Y/N formally met Luke. There was a slight breeze in the summer air that made Y/N snuggle deeper into her sweatshirt, and there was the sound of socializing as campers did their afternoon activities. But her most favorite part was the sugary sent in the air from the strawberry fields. It reminded her of nectar.

"...And this is cabin eleven," Annabeth said, pushing the door open.

The sun was gone and a cloudly persian blue sky replaced it. This would be the last stop of the tour, and it was also nearly lights out. The contrast between the lively campers and the clashing of swords, and the quiet noises of the forest.

Y/N followed closely behind the blonde girl she had quickly come to like. The girl was stubborn and didn't take shit from others. Annabeth got the same notion about Y/N. She was a bit hesitant at first about the strange girl, thinking their strong personalities might clash, but instead they clicked perfectly together.

Secretly, most of all, Annabeth was hoping that Y/N would be the one her prophecy was talking about.

"This is Y/N," Annabeth announced gesturing to the girl beside her.

Upon peering inside the wooden cabin, there were several different kids sitting around and socializing, all wearing the bright orange camp shirts she'd been seeing since she arrived. They stopped their conversing to all stare at the new kid.

"A regular?" One of the boys asked, hopefully.

Annabeth responded for Y/N. "Undetermined."

The cabin members suddenly looked disinterested, turning back to their conversations as if Y/N had just gone from a shiny bar of gold to a pile of dog food.

A tall blond boy stepped away from his card game with a younger camper. He was pretty attractive with short, sandy hair and a pale scar that ran across his face. It was the same boy she'd seen in winter. Y/N held her breath for a moment, hoping he didn't recognize her.

"Luke," he introduced, giving Y/N a particular look. "I swear I've seen you before."

"I don't think we've met."

"Hmm, maybe so." He stared at her a moment longer, thinking deeply before shrugging off the thought.

Gods, she loved the Mist.

"I'll be your counselor for the time being—until you get claimed by your godly parent. For the 'regulars,' our father is Hermes, the god of travelers, so we take in all the new comers."

Y/N was quite fond of Hermes. He had always been nice to her, but he was usually busy managing the Hermes Express to hang out for more than a few hours.

Luke gestured to an empty section on the ground near the door. "Uh, this is kind of the only spot we have right now, but we'll steal some stuff for you from the camp store."

"You missed dinner, but we can find something for you before the harpies come out," Annabeth offered.

"It's alright," Y/N replied. "Thanks though."

Annabeth leaned against the doorframe. "If you need anything, then just ask one of us," she paused. "I think you'll really like camp. It's much nicer when it's lighter out. I can show you around more tomorrow morning."

Y/N smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I'd really like that."

"I'll go get you some things before I get eaten," Luke said with a charming laugh. "Annabeth, I can walk you back you your cabin."

The blonde blushed so deeply, Aphrodite would've been proud.

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The floor was cold and hard and sad, and Y/N did not like it. The sleeping bag she was wrapped in was dingy, and there was a hole on the bottom where stuffing was coming out. The storm outside was thundering, the rain coming down on the windows like rocks. The gods really did love for everyone to know when they were mad.