there must be more than this provincial life.
[ percy jackson x original character ]
[ book three in the belle series ]
[ the mark of athena, the house of hades, & the blood of olympus ]
[ bonus: the lost hero, the hidden oracle, the ship of the dea...
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖘: BELLE AND PERCY SHARE A RELATIVE
★ 。／｜＼。★
"JUST . . . TELL ME one more time,"Belle encouraged gently to Leo. "Exactly what happened, okay?"
Leo was slumped against the mast of the Argo II, looking guilty and exhausted all at once. The ship was in shambles around him, and Belle could tell it was breaking his heart. The aft crossbows were in piles of kindling, the foresail was completely tattered, the satellite that powered the internet and TV was blown to bits (which made Coach Hedge pretty mad), Festus the dragon figurehead was coughing up smoke, and some of the aerial oars were either knocked out of alignment or broken off entirely. Because of all this, the ship was listing and shuddering as it flew farther away from Camp Jupiter.
Leo seemed choke back a sob. "I don't know. It's fuzzy."
Belle saw that he was getting anxious with the people looking at him. There was her, Annabeth, Coach Hedge with his baseball bat, and Frank on the deck. She placed a reassuring smile on her face to try and at least calm Leo's nerves a little.
Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest. "You mean you don't remember?"
"I . . ." Leo swallowed nervously. "I remember, but it's like I was watching myself do things. I couldn't control it."
Coach Hedge tapped his bat against the deck, looking like a normal P.E. teacher in his gym clothes and cap pulled over his horns. "Look, kid, you blew up some stuff. You attacked some Romans. Awesome! Excellent! But did you have to knock out the satellite channels? I was right in the middle of watching a cage match."
"Coach, why don't you make sure all the fires are out?" Annabeth suggested.
"But I already did that."
"Do it again."
The Satyr walked off while muttering under his breath. Even Hedge wasn't insane enough to defy Annabeth's orders.
Belle sighed. She knelt next to Leo, her blue eyes sparkling with concern. Her short hair (she always kept up with her haircut after the Battle of Manhattan) just reached her shoulders. Annabeth knelt next to him as well, her blonde curls falling loosely around her shoulders.
"Leo, did Octavian trick you somehow?" Annabeth asked. "Did he frame you, or—"
"No," Leo cut in. "The guy was a jerk, but he didn't fire on the Camp. I did."
