Chapt. 2

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Annabeth POV

I sat in the Athena Cabin, sadness laced in my heart. I had driven Percy away for a "nicer" guy. Yet, ever since Percy left, Steve has become a jerk. He got worse, bragging at how he was better than Percy.

"Who cares about Percy?"

"He didn't defeat Gaia."

"Would he really trust you guys?"

Ugh, it was annoying. I never would say this, but I missed Percy. A chunk of my heart felt like it was gone.


Percy POV

I watched the camp through the edges of the forest, yet it was...unusually quiet. Ha! Did you really believe me. I hear this directed at every veteran camper.

"WhO cArEs AbOuT PeRcY?"

"He DiDn'T dEfEaT GaIa."

"Would he really trust you guys?"

Totally. It's like he returned Zeus's master bolt, retrieved the Golden Fleece, held the sky, survived the Labyrinth, retrieved the legion's standard, survived Tartarus, returned Ares's sacred chariot,  returned Hades's sword, and defeated Setne and the ptsechos.

The list goes on, but I don't bore people. I watched as he "trained" the campers. Even the new campers could beat him with his sloppy form. I watched as he charged at a new camper. That camper tripped him and held the sword at Steve's throat.

Yeah... he sucks at swordplay.

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