Percy Jackson One Shots

Allison Page

Dedicated to @Team_Leo333 for the spectacular OC. I'm sorry for the wait and missing my deadline-y thing. So here's an extra long one, enjoy!

It is not my first time visiting Camp Half-Blood, and will most definitely not be my last. For a couple hundred years I have come and visited with my fellow Hunters. Every single time we have won against the camp at capture the flag. Or, as Thalia loves to say, we have "whooped their butts".

I lay aside my thoughts as I settle down on my upper bunk in Cabin 8, Lady Artemis's cabin here at the Greek camp.

"So, Ally, got me a plan to cream my bro?" Thalia questions, resting her elbows on my mattress.

"Yes. As thou so eloquently put it, I do, in fact have a strategy to 'cream your bro'," I reply.

"Good. Your Athena brains are still intact. Mind telling me the plan?" Thalia inquires.

"My 'Athena brains are still intact'?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you still sound like Annabeth. Now tell me the all powerful, bro creaming, whooping camp's butt plan," Thalia demands.

I roll my eyes at my lieutenant. "Daughter of Zeus, thou art something."

"See you're already picking up on the 21st lingo."

"What have I said?"

"'Thou art something'. It's a step."

I snort. "Thou asked for the plan?" I gentle nudge her.

"Right. Talk to me, my strategist."

I smile, "Chiron allows a maximum of two guards per flag, correct?"

Thalia nods.

"We shall have one at the base and one in a tree nearby to wherever we decide to hide the flag. We shall also lay traps around the base of the flag. Snares, trip wires, everything. Four Hunters shall run to their base — you in their midst — noisily, but not too noisily. As if thy have made a...'sneak attack'. During this time, two other Hunters — neither that any camper know so well — shall be forming the actual 'sneak attack'. The rest of us shall charge straight though the creek and attack."

Thalia smiles at me. "High five for poundage battle strategy."

I give her her much needed high five.

"I can't wait to kick Jason and Percy's asses. They need some more butt kicking in their lives, even with girlfriends like Annabeth and Piper." Thalia climbs down from my bunk and flings herself into her own bunk in one corner of the room.

"'Night everyone. Tomorrow we show Camp Half-Blood who's boss."

The Hunters cheer and soon enough we have all fallen asleep.

I wake up to what feels like just moments later. I peer through the curtains outside; it's still dark. The soft snores of my sisters reach my ears. I lay back down on my firm mattress, but it seems I can not get comfortable once more. Instead, I get up, flinging my sheets off of myself and climb down the ladder. Once on the ground, I change out of my 'pjs' and into more functional wear. Slinging my bow and quiver across my back, I step quietly outside.

I breathe in the sweet air and turn to the east, where I can see blue sky emerging and pink clouds tinging the dark night. At a fast pace I duck around the back of my cabin, heading for the dirt path that leads to the archery range.

I run along it, a jackrabbit fleeing from a predator. Except I am not the prey, I am the predator. Light and quick, my footsteps fall. Years of practice come to light as I swiftly make my way through the forest. One step after another. The balls of my feet springing me up. As my left foot goes down, I feel the soil shift beneath me slightly, and I attempt to yank my foot away, knowing full well that this must be some sort of juvenile prank.