"For a daughter of Apollo," Percy spoke with a teasing smirk etched upon his tanned face. "Your terrible at archery, Sunny." "For a boy with kelp for brains, you managed to say a word more than three syllables." She responded as she rolled her eyes, releasing an arrow that missed the target by feet. "And you're one to talk, Kelp Face." Percy Jackson x OC *DISCLAIMERS all rights to Rick RiordanAll Rights Reserved