#9 -A Percy Jackson fanfic-

Chapter 7

The silence goes on even longer, until Hephaestus finally breaks it.

“Expect the weapons and armour tomorrow.” he says.

-

I’m lying on my bed in my cabin. I just woke up by the light shining through my windows. It’s very empty in here and I’m a little sad about that I don’t have any half-brothers or sisters. Although, the silence is pretty comforting when there’s so much going on in your mind.

Yesterday was so... tiring. Mentally and physically, as shadow-travelling sucks up your energy pretty fast.

And mentally, that’s the worst part. All the doubt, I’m so sick of it. I almost long for the army, where I always had a feeling of certainty. I was told what I had to do and I did it. I wanted to help Lady Nyx as I knew that she was good and that the Gods were evil.

Now, I don’t know what I actually do or what I want to do. I’m still thankful for Lady Nyx saving me from Tartarus and giving me a place, but here at camp is where I once belonged.

I sit up, not wanting to think about this. I shove it, again, to the back of my mind and put on my boots. Yesterday, when we came back from our quest, Piper gave me a new T-shirt, which I’m wearing now. It’s orange with the words Camp Half-Blood on it. Underneath that is a flying Pegasus.

“Here, now you’re back, you should put this on again.” she’d said.

I try again to remember a time when I wore this T-shirt, but, again, my mind is totally empty. I put my head in my hands for a moment and let out a frustrated sigh. Then, I stand up and walk to the door. I go outside and close the door behind me. The fresh air clears my troubled mind a bit and a small smile climbs onto my face. Not trying to think about anything, I put my hands in my pockets and walk in a random direction.

I haven’t really seen the camp yet. Only the now-burnt-down armoury, a small part of the cabins and the big house.

I picture the camp in my head. I still remember most of it from the night I came here. I walk to the beach near the forest.

All the campers I see stop for a moment, but then resume what they were doing. Chiron must have warned them yesterday about not confronting me.

When I arrive at the beach, I see Annabeth sitting in the sand. I walk to her.

“Hey.” I say.

She looks up and smiles. “Hey.” She pats the ground next to her. I get the message and sit down next to her.

She looks at me for a moment, then says: “It’s like you’ve never left at all. You look exactly like before.” She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them while looking back at the sea. “I miss those times.”

The times I can’t remember... Would I also have missed them?

“I’d also like to remember my time here. This seems a very nice place.” I say. “It would also make my life a lot more easier.” I add.

A sad smile plays around her lips. “You life has never been easy.”

“Oh.” I say.

It’s silent for some minutes, until Annabeth gets something from her pocket.

“I still have to give you this.” she says while handing me the pen-sword, Riptide right?

“It was the only sword which balanced perfectly in your hand.” she says with a smile, probably having a flashback.

I take the cap off of the pen and it immediately grows into a sword.

Wow, it does have a perfect balance.

“Thanks, it feels ways better in my hand than the one I used before. Where’s my other sword actually?”

“We’ve put it in the temporary armoury.” she said.

Again, an awkward silence follows.

I stand up. “I think I’m going to practise with this sword. I can do that in the arena, right?”

“Yes.” Annabeth says. She looks at the sea again, her chin resting on her knees. I suddenly get an urge to sit down next to her again and put an arm around her shoulders. I ignore it and walk away.

-

Slash.

Another dummy-head flies through the arena. I hope the campers won’t mind.

Luckily, nobody’s here in the arena. I’m finally able to let all the frustration out of my system. I’ve been here for four days now and those were the worst, but also the best days of what I can remember. The doubt was mind-destroying and the some of the people annoying, but I’ve finally found out more about my past.

Suddenly, I hear an arrow whizzing my way. I duck to the ground while spinning around and accidently drop my sword.

“Perseus Jackson, where in Hades’ name have you been!” a girl in a silver parka with black hair shouts.

She runs at me and wants to throw a punch, but I quickly stand up and catch her fist. Before she can try anything else, I turn her arm behind her back and push her to the ground. She lets out a frustrated scream.

“Let me go so I can punch you in the face!”

“Who are you and why are you attacking me?” I hiss in her ear. I hear others come into the arena, but I don’t look up.

“You know very well who I am, now let me go.” The girl says stubbornly.

“If I knew you, I would have let you go already. Now tell me.” I say in a low voice.

“Oh gods, Percy, you’re annoying me. I’m Thalia!” the girl shouts.

“Doesn’t ring any bells for me.” I say and push her a little deeper onto the ground.

Someone runs up to us. “Percy, please, let her go. She’s your cousin.” It’s Annabeth.

I grit my teeth. “Oh really? Aren’t cousins supposed to be a little nicer?” I ask.

“I’ve always been like this and you were fine with it, why are you suddenly so different?” Thalia asks.

Annabeth lets out a frustrated sigh. “He’s lost his memory, please wait for me to finish next time.”

Thalia relaxes under my grip. “Oh.” she says. I let go of her and stand up.

“Does she always do this?” I ask Annabeth.

Annabeth helps Thalia with getting up. “Yes.”

After Thalia stands up, she gives me a small hug. I stiffen. “I’ve missed you, Percy.” Then she lets go and gives me a glare. “Don’t ever do something like that again.” Not even waiting for an answer, she walks away.

I look around me now and see that almost half of the camp is in the arena.

“I’m so glad I’ve brought my camera.” I hear Connor or Travis say in front of the campers.

-A/N-

Here is chapter 7 ^-^ I hope you liked the Thalia/Percy confrontation. I thought it would be fun to do something different.

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