"The Three Weirdo's From The Lake"
Y/N
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Three days. It doesn't seem like a long time. If you think about it, it really isn't. It's barely half a week, an eighth of a month, a ninety-sixth of a year. Three days will go by fast. Well, to you it felt like an eternity. Three days. That's how long Percy's been missing. Three days of absolute hell.
Nobody knew what had happened to Percy. Not one person had seen him leave his cabin. After three days of silence, not even the gods would tell you if Percy was given a quest or not. And then, the night of the third day something happened.
Annabeth had come rushing into your cabin at the crack of dawn, banging on the door as loud as possible. You went to open the door ready to yell/possibly drown whoever had the guts to wake you up this early in the morning. Whatever you were going to say immediately died in your throat as soon as you saw Annabeth. She was frazzled and extremely on edge, something had happened.
You invited her in, and the second the door closed Annabeth couldn't hold it in anymore. She told you about her dream. The dream Hera had sent her about where to find a boy with only one shoe. That sounded like Percy. Annabeth was skeptical, but it was the only lead they had on him. That day Annabeth went off to find this boy with one shoe. And that was how it all started.
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You watched as Annabeth, Butch, and two other kids emerged from the lake. They stood there wet and shivering as campers bombarded them with questions. Your feet were frozen in place as you watched from afar. Disappointment washed over you. No Percy.
But there was no time for a pity party, you couldn't let these kids get pneumonia.
"Get them some blankets!" You yelled at the nearest Apollo kid. With a quick nod, he ran off, and in a matter of minutes, the three demigods were wrapped in blankets. (Butch declined, and went to help the pegasi instead.)
You finally gathered the courage to walk through the crowd surrounding the new arrivals. About twenty or so campers were milling around. All waiting to hear any news about Percy. The crowd parted as you walked through. It was funny how power had shifted to you the second Percy disappeared. Just thinking about it made you nauseous.
Ever since Percy had disappeared things at Camp Half-Blood had gone to Tartarus. Okay, well, you're probably the only one that thinks that. See, Percy was like Camp Half-Blood's unofficial demigod leader. And now that he's gone the campers have been looking to someone else for leadership.
To be more specific, you. Which you found ridiculous. To be honest, Annabeth deserved it more than you. She was the smartest person there, and she had the most experience. Her mother was the Goddess of Wisdom, so you were pretty sure she knew how to lead. Annabeth was the obvious choice. And if you were the only one who could see that—well, that meant that the entire camp was stupid, or EVERYONE here just really needed glasses. You hadn't decided which one it was yet.
The reason behind their decision wasn't just because you were Percy's sister. It was because of you. Y/n Jackson, who according to the rumors was so powerful and precious to the Gods that you weren't even allowed to fight in the Titan War. Spoiler alert, those were false.
You didn't know who thought you would be a good person to look up to, but here you were, ordering around campers, and them listening.
So that about summed up why everything was going to Tartarus. Because you had no idea how to lead, and you missed your brother.
You headed straight for Annabeth. She was wrapped in a blanket her curly hair now flat with the weight of the water.
"That," you commented, "does not look fun."
Annabeth gave you an unamused look before pulling her blanket closer. "I'll live."
"Well, usually you'd have to wait for Hermes Cabin to come around with the blow dryers," you scanned the crowd looking for the smallest hint of a bronze blow dryer. Nothing. "Because they're taking their sweet time."
Annabeth sighed.
"But luckily you're best friends with a Posiedeon kid."
Without giving her a chance to protest you lifted your hand.
You focused on the millions of minuscule water drops soaked into her clothes and with a pulling motion from your hand, they left her clothes and hair. The water drops floated around her. You tried not to lose concentration as you made a flicking motion.
The lake water formed into a ball and went back into the lake.
Annabeth gave you an impressed look. " I will never understand how you can do that. If only Percy was able too, that would've helped a lot in the Titan War."
"Yes, well, Percy has the attention span of a goldfish. It takes a lot of concentration just to move one droplet." You pointed out.
Annabeth snorted. "Do you think you could dry off the other three, without accidentally killing them?"
Three? You glanced to Annabeth's left only to see that a girl was pulled from the lake too.
You sighed. "Well—" A head of blond hair pushing through the crowd caught your attention. You gulped before turning back to Annabeth. "Absolutely! I'm going to be busy over here, so you!" You slowly started backing up towards the other three demigods. "Can deal with him."
And with that you turned around hoping he wouldn't spot you as you started drying off the others.
Annabeth looked around in confusion.
"Annabeth! Y/n!" Her head snapped in the direction of the voice, face paling as she saw an angry Will storming towards her.
"I said you could borrow my chariot not destroy it!" Will raised his voice.
You internally grimaced at his harsh tone. This was partially your fault, you had been the one to convince Will to let them borrow it. You should've been the one to apologize.
But you had to dry off the three who could've died from hypothermia at any minute. You totally would have apologized if you had the time. But sadly you don't.
"Will, I'm sorry," Annabeth sighed. "I'll get it fixed, I promise."
You turned to the three demigods and motioned for the blond one to step forward. You figured he'd be the most complacent and you were right, definitely a rule follower.
The blond one stepped forward with slight reluctance. He was still wrapped in a blanket, and you knew that would interfere with your work.
"Drop the towel, will ya?"
He froze, his eyes widening slightly, as a blush crept up his cheeks.
The two behind him froze as well looking to the blond one to see what he would do.
"I—What??"
You stared at him. Didn't you hear me?
You sighed. "I can't dry you off with the blanket on,"
"Oh, I thought-" He cut himself off.
You raised an eyebrow. "You thought what? That I meant something entirely different? Honestly, I didn't really peg you as the dirty minded type."
Obviously, you'd been fucking with him since the beginning.
"That's not—"
You rolled your eyes, faking annoyance. This guy fun to tease.
"Just. Drop. The. Towel. Okay?"
Still confused as to how you would do that he reluctantly took the blanket off, throwing it aside.
With a quick hand motion, you did the same thing you did to Annabeth. Leaving them too stunned to speak. You move on to the girl, and finish drying her off.
"Holy shit, you're like a real life water bender!"
You turned your attention to the dark haired one. "I have absolutely no idea what that means. But it's your turn, so step up."
He looked like he was about to comment on
that, but Will walked over and interrupted him as he started sizing the three new demigods up.
"These are the ones? Way older then thirteen. Why haven't they been claimed yet?"
You were wondering that to, but it's not like anyone here would know.
"Claimed?" The dark haired one repeated.
Before you, or Annabeth could explain, Will said, "Any sign of Percy?"
You involuntarily looked to Annabeth, hope written on your face.
"No," Annabeth admitted.
The crowd; who had been listening to uour conversation immediately broke out into muttering. Everybody at camp was worried about him.
Drew stepped forward.
Oh Gods, no. Drew had been complaining lately about the camp's treatment of you. It was very annoying. Annabeth had advised you to just ignore her.
Obviously, she forgot you were a Poseidon kid. Because when it came to it, you couldn't keep your mouth shut.
A whole load of sass and a few carefully aimed words later and you seemed to earn another mortal enemy.
Drew merely glanced at the dark haired one. She then fixed her eyes of the blond one as if he was worthy of her attention.
Gag.
Then she curled her lip at the girl.
You really felt bad for the Aphrodite Cabin, Drew is a nightmare.
"Well," Drew said. "I hope there worth the trouble."
As someone narrating this from years in the future, they really weren't.
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-S.J.