The Legacies Of Olympus

Act 2 Chapter 9

A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

BY:COOLCAT7325

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DISCLAIMER: We do not own the Percy Jackson series. Rick Riordan does.

Spoilers from Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus.

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Act 2 Chapter 9

Roxanne lounged on Sienna's bed, tossing a ball she'd gotten(or stolen) from the gods know where.

"So...", she said, looking up at where Sienna awkwardly stood by the cabin wall, "You want me to get you a...painting?"

"Yes?" she said, though it came out more like a question.

"Well if it involves Michael and lying, I'm in"

"Great!" Sienna said, wincing as her head throbbed in pain.

After yesterday's little unplanned trip, she kept having blinding flashes of pain, mostly through annoying migraines.

"You okay Sienna?" Roxanne asked, raising an eyebrow, her brilliant emerald eyes darkening with concern.

"I'm fine. Just a headache", she replied, giving her a weak smile.

"You could just ask Mike to heal you you know", Roxanne drawled, before leaping off the bed, "I have to go. Lavender from the Aphrodite cabin is teaming up with Rosie and me for a totally epic prank. You wanna come with? We're thinking either the Athena cabin or the Hecate cabin this time"

"No thanks", Sienna waved off, "Wait. The Hecate cabin?"

"Yeah. You know? Hecate? The Goddess of the Mist, crossroads, magic, and visions. Blah blah blah"

"Visions?" she asked.

"Yep", Roxanne replied, popping the 'p'.

When Sienna remained silent, lost in her own thoughts, Roxanne shrugged and glided out the door(if she had been paying attention, Sienna would definitely have been jealous of her damned Hermes grace).

"Maybe the Hecate Cabin will have some answers about yesterday", she muttered out loud to herself, wrapping her arms around herself as she remembered the words she'd heard.

"Damien...I think they know"

She shivered but it wasn't because of the cold.

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I'm joining the Hunt...I'm joining the Hunt...I'm joining the Hunt

The words spun around Bianca's head in an endless circle.

Her family had put up surprisingly little resistance, though she supposed that was in part her aunt Reyna's influence. The only people upset were her uncle Nico, who'd already lost too many people to the handmaidens of the Moon Goddess, Emily, who was losing her best friend, and Tom, who's first love had run off to join a group of immortal teenage girls.

She sighed as she walked aimlessly around Camp, a queer detachedness in her heart.

This place had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember, but the thought of leaving it didn't feel painful in the least. It felt...right.