Capítulo 905: 13
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Apparently, camp tradition dictated that the Hunters of Artemis and Camp Half-Blood duke it out in a capture the flag game whenever the girls visit camp. It was an unspoken rule that Thalia and Percy would lead the camp's team, so they were busy recruiting demigods after lunch. Right after my little encounter with Zoë in the weapons shed, the daughter of Zeus ambushed me.
"Jade, will you play?" Thalia earnestly asked me. There weren't many people at camp since it was winter, therefore not as many fighters.
I didn't answer outright, asking instead, "How many do you need?"
Counting off her fingers, Thalia listed, "We've got me, Percy, the Stoll brothers, three from the Hephaestus Cabin, three Ares kids, one Athena, three Aphrodites, and just one more spot left open."
Mentally calculating the total number of bodies, I tilted my head to the right. Something wasn't exactly adding up.
"Fifteen?"
"Yeah, Chiron said it was going to be a small game of fifteen versus fifteen."
A detail I couldn't exactly place my finger on flapped around in my head, telling me that something was diverging from the books.
"So, will you join?" Thalia asked impatiently, getting a little annoyed at my lack of cooperativeness.
I stalled her with questions as I tried to figure out what that little detail was. "Is Beckendorf playing?"
The electric blue-eyed girl snorted. "Of course."
"Why three Aphrodite campers?" They avoided lifting fingers when they could, if a physically active activity was optional, there was no way they would volunteer for something like this.
Thalia grimaced. "They insisted, claiming that they have a personal record to settle with the Hunters."
"Is Clarisse one of the three from Ares?" She was reliable in a fight, though hot-headed, and a good person to have on the team overall, even if she didn't get along with Percy at all.
Thalia shook her head. "She's not at camp right now."
At that piece of news, I tilted my head to the other direction, the left, when my memories slotted into the missing blanks I was looking for. Plopping a fist onto an empty palm, I made a sound of realization when I remembered the elusive detail.
"Ah," I said. The original canon had teams of thirteen playing capture the flag when the Hunters came to camp, and one of Camp Half-Blood's team was Nico (which had been a dumb decision on whoever allowed him to play). Also, Clarisse was currently scouting the Labyrinth on Chiron's orders, which made my respect for her to rise exponentially at the thought. She was truly the daughter of Ares to have guts going into a nearly impossible maze alone with no help.
I was in the middle of deep thought when fingers reached out and gripped my upper arm a little too firmly. A sharp electrical current bit my skin, jolting me out of my secluded internal brainstorm. I lifted my hooded head to see Thalia's irritated face, clearly not happy at being ignored for the past minute.
"Hello? Earth to Jade?" She snapped at me.
I knew I was supposed to watch my words to avoid annoying her any further, but there was no mind filter when I said, "You're the second person I accidentally ignored today."
Giving up, Thalia threw her hands up into the air. "I can't do this."
"That's what she said," I said with no filter, again. At the sight of the daughter of Zeus' fiery gaze, I had to dodge a punch aimed for my shoulder.
Holding back a laugh, I assured her, "Okay, okay, sorry about that. Yeah, I'll play for the game tonight."
The daughter of Zeus folded her arms across her chest. "You know, sometimes dealing with you is worse than dealing with Zoë."
At the thought of the hot lieutenant, my mouth ran off with a mind of its own.
"I'd deal with Zoë any time."
Wow, that filter was nonexistent today. Must be the raging hormones.
Thalia opened her mouth in outrage at the crude statement, heat creeping up her neck and face as she slowly registered what I meant behind my words.
"You-can't-possibly-mean-that," she squeaked, embarrassed at my lack of shame.
Done with the conversation, I walked past her, saying, "You should be my wingman today, let me have a go at her tonight during the game."
Thalia let out an unrefined squawk of disbelief as she watched me head for the Hermes Cabin. I was going to catch a nap before dinner to continue searching for answers in my dreams.
In sleep, your mind takes you to places beyond time and space, you never truly realized the potentials.
You only need to search.
I focused on Hypnos' words and used them like a mantra, allowing my dream to expand and set itself loose of current time and reality.
My past life, my past memories, my rebirth.
Colors and perception distorted as space bent around me until the blurring finally stopped, settling on a rather breathtaking view of a beautiful garden located at the base of a huge mountain range, particularly under the largest peak where stormy clouds circulated around the tip. Feet floating several feet above the ground, I glanced at my surroundings and sensed that I was in a different century, probably several thousand years back.
Though the garden was full of bright plants, green, yellow, and blue with delicate flowers sprinkled throughout the bushes and trees, the atmosphere was tense as though the garden itself was holding its breath. No birds chirping, no bees humming, only a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and thin branches and the gentle trickle of water from an unseen fountain. It was peaceful, but too peaceful. Too untouched by humans. Too quiet. Too mysterious. The garden reminded me of the children's fairytale of Hansel and Gretel, the garden was the candy house hidden away from civilization, and the old witch was just hiding somewhere.
Floating past a grove of perfectly trimmed trees, I went up to one plant and recognized it as moonlace based off of its silvery glow.
Where was this place?
I was about to forcefully will the dream to shift when something tugged on my wrist, something that's never happened before.
"Shade of a spirit, are you one of the Daughters of the Evening?"
Looking down at the large hand that held my arm, I came face to face with arguably the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Matching Thalia's electric blue eyes and dark hair, he had a sharp jawline and was clean shaven, donning white robes fastened with a thick leather belt.
He shouldn't be able to touch me, I thought perplexed. I tried shaking off his grip, flying higher, but the man solidified his grip and even dragged me down closer to his height.
I spoke in Greek, "Who are you."
Holding me in front of him, he said confidently, "My name is Heracles." Smiling with perfect teeth. "I am searching for the prized golden apples grown in the Garden of the Hesperides."
I sucked in a breath involuntarily. It seemed like I wouldn't find any answers of my rebirth here.
I shook my head. "I am sorry, but I cannot help you. I am not one of the nymphs you are looking for."
"Oh? But you shine just as brightly and hold the same grace as one," the famous demigod curiously remarked and searched my eyes. I had to force myself to match his gaze, without my hat or hood shadowing my face, I felt vulnerable when his hard blue stare bore down my own dark brown eyes.
With a deep voice, Heracles asked, "Do you know where the apples are? Please, I must complete my mission."
His hand let go of my wrist and brushed the side of my cheek with the back of his fingers.
I gulped. What a natural playboy.
I repeated what I said earlier, "I cannot help you, I am on my own mission."
Heracles raised a perfectly arched brow. "A spirit like yourself is on a mission? Of what sort?"
It didn't hurt to be honest, could it? "The reason of my birth," I answered truthfully. At my response, the son of Zeus's face noticeably softened as he looked away as if bothered by what I had said.
"I too, often question the reason of my birth," he said gently. "I may be the son of the king of gods, however my life only seems to bring suffering to all those who surround me."
His words made me think of Heracle's history; he must be completing his twelve labors in repentance from killing his own family when Hera cursed him with a spell of madness. I couldn't help but feel pity, there was no other demigod like Heracles who had endured more anger from the gods than him. It was unfair, he hadn't chosen to be born as the son of Zeus, to receive the wrath of a marriage goddess who chose him as a scapegoat.
To the famous demigod's surprise, I patted the top of his head. "Endure," I said. "You will go down in history as the strongest demigod to have ever lived."
Heracles lightly chuckled. "Are you trying to comfort me, little spirit?"
I shrugged and was about to say something when he suddenly buckled over, clutching his head as though a head splitting headache attacked him. Heracles groaned, his knees hitting the soft grass below us as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight the pain.
"What is wrong?" I asked worriedly.
When the pain subsided, Heracles looked up, remaining in his crouched position, and massaged the temples of his head with a tired expression on his face.
"The remnants of a goddess' wrath," he grunted with a strained voice. "It seizes me with unbelievable aching from time to time, though never as severe as it had once before."
It must have been Hera's Madness. Removing his hands from his forehead, I said, "Let me see."
I reached down and held the sides of his head when my hands, closing my eyes and concentrating into the depths of his mind. I usually wasn't able to do this sort of thing, but after Hypnos had challenged me to dream more, I found my godly abilities growing more practiced and controlled.
"Sleep," I told his mind. Heracle's body went slack when slumber took over his conscious and I searched his mind of something that would indicate the source of his curse. It wasn't difficult as it could have been as I immediately sensed a sinister presence within the depths of his mind. There was a dark cloud, like a hive of angry wasps, pulsing with sinister vibes and highly unstable. It could lash out any moment and I could imagine that it had caused him a lot of inconveniences in his everyday life. Using the Void like a vacuum, I pulled the stormy cloud out of his unconsciousness and held it afloat in my hand, humming with vile intentions. It was disconcerting how a goddess, one that we demigods are supposed to revere, could create a curse like this.
"Disperse," I ordered and it scattered into the Void, swallowed by nothingness and overwhelmed by the endless chaos. Heracles would no longer be bothered by random headaches. Patting his cheek, I lifted the sleeping spell from his conscious and willed him awake. The demigod stirred, his eyes fluttering open and glancing around him, confused at what had just happened.
"I feel...lighter," Heracles murmured as he ran a hand through his hair.
I informed him, "Those headaches won't bother you anymore."
The son of Zeus flashed me a blinding smile. "Is this your doing? Why thank you, kind spirit!"
Before I could react, he closed the distance and kissed my cheek. Completely flustered, I slapped a hand over where his lips had been a second ago, the spot felt like it was burning.
"I must go," I mumbled, trying to stop my heart from beating any faster than it was now.
Heracles almost wilted. "Must you go so soon?"
I grimaced. The demigod took after his godly father too much. I pointed towards the base of the highest mountain, where a thick fog had gathered and obscured the view.
"Go there, you may find the Hesperides hidden behind the Mist," I instructed him.
Heracles took my hand once more and held my gaze with intensity in his bright blue eyes. "Thank you," he said earnestly, like he was deeply grateful, and I believed his sincerity. "I hope to see you again, and may we both have answers of our births when we meet in that time."
I smiled back at him, albeit a little sadly, because I knew that we could never meet each other in his mortal lifespan.
Despite that, I said, "I hope so too, good luck on your mission."
I watched him walk into the shadows of the trees and shrubs, disappearing behind the arms of nature. Heracles was such an intriguing demigod. Based off this encounter, he was surely the son of Zeus, he even took after his father's tendency to draw in people. I was about to phase out of the dream when I felt the level of ozone in the air spike dramatically, my skin prickling.
Far away, a flash of lightning struck the ground and the sky seemed to crack into pieces as bolts of electricity streaked the air. I wheezed, air choked out of my lungs, and panic scrambling my head.
I needed to get out of here.
And as if the heavens heard my need, a thunderbolt tore down to the where I stood and struck.
My world went white
I bent over, rubbing my watery eyes.
"Well that didn't go so well," I muttered, wincing when a small headache pierced my mind. "Ow."
A strong breeze ruffled through the air, pushing my hood back and tangling into my hair. Usually I didn't like it when sunlight hit my face, it was too bright and hurt, but I could enjoy some warmth every once in awhile. I let my hood stay down and breathed in Camp Half-Blood's nature, taking in the great view of my favorite spot. It was winter, my favorite weather, so the wind had a little bit of bite though the camp's magical weather prevented the more harsh effects of the cold season.
My shoulders slumped when I thought back to my dream that had rudely ended with lightning literally kicking me awake. It was another dream that didn't end up with anything helpful, but at least it didn't turn into another nightmare; I guess meeting Heracles was interesting enough.
I rubbed my cheek, frowning when I remembered what he had done in the dream.
I hated hormones.
"Jade?"
Percy POV
Jade was leaning against her usual tree next to the lake, napping, the place where anyone could find her if she was nowhere to be found. It seemed like she hadn't noticed him approaching her yet, so as he walked closer, Percy studied her unreadable face. Jade was Korean, he remembered hearing her last name before that indicated her ethnicity, and if Percy had to pinpoint a defining characteristic, he would say that it was her eyes. For the most part, she always had a hood or hat covering the upper half of her face so you could only see a casual smirk instead, but he could recall the first time he had ever seen her eyes.
It had been a situation similar like right now, when Percy was simply walking alongside the lake's edges when he came across Jade deep in her own thoughts while sitting at the same tree. She didn't have her hood or hat at that time, so it was the first time he was able to see her face clearly. Everyone knew that it was hard to match her gaze because something weird would always happen when they tried to do so; some would lose their train of thought, others would feel their eyes grow heavy as if they wanted to fall asleep, and the rest would say how it's like their eyes wouldn't even reach hers like polar opposite magnets.
Jade had monolids, wide slanted dark brown eyes and when Percy saw them bare without any veils, he could imagine people drowning into a slumber so close to death if they were stare into her dark eyes. And they weren't the warm chocolatey brown kind of welcoming gaze either, it was the kind of dark brown that would make to feel so comfortable in your sleep that you forget to breathe and then die. However, despite this kind of imagery, Percy couldn't help but believe that Jade wasn't a demigod who'd do something like that.
He watched her rub her face like she was bothered by something before coughing to grab her attention. "Jade?"
She didn't turn around at his call. Percy had heard from the Stoll brothers about how she'd been in a bad mood recently, which was a little strange since she was always one to be light-hearted.
He decided to forge on without her response. "Uh, capture the flag is starting in about twenty minutes, we should get ready."
At that she shifted, getting up and following him back to the dining pavilion where the rest of their team were strapping on their armor and gear. Some onlookers who weren't participating watched from the sidelines, but one particular camper bounded closer as Percy and Jade approached the tables.
"Percy!" Nico di Angelo ran up to him with an excited grin. "Can I play? Please? It looks like so much fun!"
Percy sent an apologetic glance at the younger camper. "Sorry, Nico, we're only allowed a certain number of campers on the team for this game. Maybe next time."
Nico visibly wilted but brightened when he saw Jade next to the son of Poseidon. "Oh, are you Percy's friend? Can you fight like him? Oh, oh, do you have cool powers?"
Percy was afraid that Jade was going to curse him to sleep when Nico talked her ear off. To avoid some bloodshed before the game, he dragged Jade over to the table away from the kid.
"Awfully chatty," she murmured as she picked out her armor sizes from the pile.
"He's the new camper, one of the two siblings Grover had found," Percy said as he pulled on leather greaves for his arms and legs.
Jade was quick with her armor, clicking and fastening the straps with ease. "Where's the other sibling?"
The slightly dark tone wasn't hidden in his voice. "Joined the Hunters." Percy shot a furtive look where the Hunters were getting ready and among them, Bianca de Angelo, who seemed the most nervous for the game.
Following the son of Poseidon's gaze, Jade commented, "That her? And they're letting her play?"
"Zoë seemed to be really impressed with her," he remarked. The lieutenant sort of grated on his nerves, though it wasn't exactly the Hunter's fault; he was only reminded of Annabeth every time he saw Zoë and of the pamphlet that had been found in the backpack.
Jade nudged Percy out of his stupor, jerking her head towards a circle where Thalia had gathered the rest of the team for a casual game plan discussion. The group was a pretty solid one and Percy couldn't help but feel a bit excited to fight a team of people other than his fellow campers.
Thalia began, saying, "I'll take the offense."
To Percy's discontent, she said to him, "You can take defense."
He could feel everyone's eyes on him, almost expecting him to concede with Thalia's directions but he didn't want to. He had wanted to say the exact opposite of she said.
Hesitant, Percy suggested, "Don't you think with your shield, you'd be better defense?"
Thalia shifted Aegis on her arm, causing the fellow campers to wince a little when the bronze head of Medusa caught some light. Predictably, Jade was the only one not affected by the intimidating sculpture.
"Well, I was thinking it would make better defense," Thalia countered. "Besides, you've had more practice at defense."
Percy thought back to his bad experiences with defense on capture the flag, when Annabeth had used him as a sort of bait and Jade had watched him getting pulverized by Clarisse. Then he subsequently had nearly been killed by a hellhound. Not cool. Almost as if Jade had picked up on Percy's train of thought, she snorted aloud, not even trying to hide her amusement.
Percy shot her glare. Thalia looked between the two at the exchange, a little miffed, suspecting that they were having a silent conversation.
"Is something the matter?" She asked, her voice a little guarded.
"Oh nothing, Percy just has a lot to say about playing defense," Jade offered in an airy tone.
His grip on Riptide tightened in annoyance. "No, I don't."
The daughter of Zeus frowned. "You have a problem with defense?"
Exasperated, Percy shook his head. "No, it's not that, I was only thinking that you would be better defense and I could go offense, that's all."
There was a beat of silence from all of the campers, wary of Thalia's reaction. She blinked slowly and then her eyes flashed threateningly.
"You think you could do better offense?" She asked in a dangerously low tone.
"He does!" Jade chirped to his, and the other campers', horror. The Stoll brothers each automatically clamped a hand over their friend's mouth.
"Jade," Travis hissed in warning.
Thalia stepped menacingly in Percy's direction, but to everyone's immense relief, Charles Beckendorf intervened.
"Stop it," he ordered in his gruff voice. Even Thalia backed off a little when the burly son of Hephaestus put himself in the middle.
Jade spoke up, her words muffled by the Stoll brothers. "Hey now, we don't want hurricanes and thunderstorms."
Percy wanted to smack her upside the head, what was up with her all of a sudden? Moody and snappy one hour and picking fights in the next? Luckily, Conner had taken to pinching Jade's arm every time she was about to open her mouth.
A vexed Ares kid also cut in, "Okay, personally, I really don't want to lose against those Hunters, so could we hurry up and finalize something?"
It must be the end of the world if a child of Ares was trying to also ease the situation.
"Mmphoo-ey-ee?" Everyone looked pointedly at Jade, whose mouth and body was still restrained by not just the Stoll brothers, but also Malcom.
"You promise not to say something dumb?" The son of Athena stressed. His sword drew up precariously close to her face as a threat. Jade nodded.
When Travis lifted his hand, Jade coughed, "That wasn't necessary."
"It was," intoned at least half of the group.
Jade wiped her face. "As I said, why don't the both of you take the lead? For offense." She gestured at Percy and Thalia.
"The both of us?" They echoed in surprise.
Jade lifted a brow. "The two powerhouses on the same attack line? Sounds pretty good to me."
Everyone murmured thoughts of agreement when they heard her reasoning, even Beckendorf seemed to considering it.
"We can balance out the defense," he pitched in.
"That sounds...reasonable," Thalia said slowly. "Percy and I could divide offense into two smaller groups when we reach their flag."
Percy finished her line of brainstorming. "Like scissors, pincer them from both sides."
Malcom clapped his hands when an idea hit him. "And get the fastest runners to swoop in and grab the flag during the middle of the chaos! Since you two cause so much trouble naturally, they'll be distracted and focus on only you two."
"Sounds like a plan," Beckendorf rumbled approvingly. The two children of the Big Three scowled at the son of Athena for his indirect insult, but didn't object since his logic wasn't flawed. The rest of team gave each other grins, extremely satisfied at how it sounds. Percy looked questioningly at Thalia who cracked a half-smile and shrugged in a 'what can we say?' manner, silently accepting it. He was pretty happy with how their game meeting had turned out, it was more fun when the campers thought of the ideas altogether rather than just one person handing out orders. Also, Percy was a little sheepish to assume that it'd have to be him to run in and grab the flag. It's just, the thrill of swiping a flag was exhilarating, you know?
After doing a quick chant of 'Camp Half-Blood!' and being dismissed by Chiron after his short speech on game rules, they headed off to their base, Zeus' Fist in the forest with their blue flag, the Hunters' flag was silver. As they walked, Percy saw Travis and Conner bump shoulders with Jade.
"You did that on purpose," Conner muttered to the sleepy demigod. "Picking on Thalia and Percy."
Her only response was a sound of noncommittal. "Mm, they were being feisty."
Percy wanted to stop Jade and demand to ask what she meant by that vague answer, but they were already beginning to organize in formation. The Ares guy from before hopped up the boulders, planting their flag pole firmly on the top.
"Who're the two fastest runners?" Percy asked.
Silena pointed at her two cabin mates. "Laurel and Jason currently have the fastest times on the camp track sprinting board."
"Perfect." Thalia sounded pleased. "You two will follow offense and stay out of sight until you see the opportunity."
Malcom, designated as the new leader of defense, picked out Beckendorf, one Ares girl, the Stoll brothers, and Jade to guard the flag. With that line-up, Percy didn't doubt the defense, and got Jake Mason and another Hephaestus guy to back him up. Thalia had Silena, and the other two remaining Ares campers.
"Everyone ready?" Thalia called out.
Everybody nodded, adrenaline thrumming under their skin and eager to test out their well-thought out plan. The horn sounded, and capture the flag began.
Laurel and Jason loosely followed Thalia and Percy's group as they disappeared into the woods together. They would split as they got closer to the other flag. Percy thought back to when he saw the Hunters for the first time, how they had stormed out from nowhere, attacking the manticore with an overwhelming flurry of arrows. He wondered if something like that would happen to the defense, one huge charge that would crash down. But as they silently wove between the trees, they heard nothing of that sort behind them. Percy had to tell himself to keep going forward, to trust the plan.
Thalia grabbed Percy's shoulder, no spark of electricity this time. "We'll separate here," she whispered. Percy grinned.
"See you on the other side," he said and the daughter of Zeus returned his confident smile before breaking off to the right.
Percy turned to his group. "Let's go."
They increased their speed as they headed left, seeing no one until a flash of silver caught Percy's eye. It was Zoë, with a small band of two others, sprinting at an insane speed from a wide angle and heading directly towards the opposite flag.
Percy was seriously tempted to intercept Zoë and her crew, when Jake Mason shouted at him from the behind.
"Stick with the plan! Malcom and them can take care of themselves, it's a solid defense," Jake reassured. Percy ran through the list of campers positioned there once more: Malcom, Jade, Beckedorf, Conner, Travis, and an Ares girl. As long as Jade and the Stoll brothers took the Hunters seriously, they'd be fine.
Within another second, Percy could see the flag just behind the creek, and Thalia's group just on the other side. There were a little less than ten Hunters circling the flag.
Percy's grin matched Thalia's as they caught each other's eyes, sprinting towards the middle and yelling. The first guard was completely wide-eyed when Percy's group slammed past her and went on to the next wave of Hunters. He could the Hunters' frantic shouts of trying organize themselves. It was messy, it was chaotic, they were causing panic, distracting the Hunters and it was working. He could hear the same mayhem on the other side, Thalia's group doing good work.
This is way too fun, Percy thought as he batted away a Hunter's dagger. Maybe being decoy wasn't so bad if you knew what was happening.
Jake cheered. "Yeah! Go Laurel! Faster, Jason, come on!"
Percy turned around just in time to see the two children of Aphrodite to burst out over a brush and bolt for the flag. There was a flash of fear when one Hunter (was that Bianca?) stood in the way, but Laurel managed to parry the girl as Jason swiped the flagpole. Once the flag had been seized, the two campers continued their dash, making a beeline for their territory.
"Cover them!" Thalia yelled over the havoc. "Get them to the border!"
Percy yelled at his group. "Come on!" And the two groups converged into a retreating wall to cover Laurel and Jason's escape, preventing anymore Hunters from being able to recover their lost flag. Once it was clear that the two children of Aphrodite had gained distance, the offensive group trailed the two out to the border, where they could see their own defense and untouched flag.
Percy was thrilled to see Zoë and the two Hunters from earlier restrained at the base of Zeus' Fist.
"No!" Zoë looked like she wanted to punch something when everyone saw Jason and Laurel emerged out of the woods with a transformed flag, formerly silver, but now the same shade of blue as the flag that flapped on top of Zeus' Fist. The campers cheered as both demigods and Hunters converged, Chiron appearing from the side, looking delighted at the outcome but trying his best to not show it too plainly on his face.
"The campers win!" Chiron announced, barely hiding the glee from his voice. "For the first time in two centuries, breaking the Hunter's fifty-five winning streak."
"Perseus Jackson!" Thalia yelled, running towards Percy. For a second, he was afraid that she was going to punch him, but she was smiling, her eyes glittering with joy, as she caught him in a bear hug. To his displeasure, other campers joined the suffocating hug, piling on top of him.
"Guys, I can't breathe," he wheezed underneath the weight. When the bodies finally released him, Malcom was the one who helped him up.
"Nice job." Percy had never seen the son of Athena smile so widely before.
"Nice job getting Zoë," he returned.
Malcom pointed at Jade next to him. "No biggie, Jade got all excited for some reason when she saw Zoë and kept her busy."
Percy lifted a brow and turned to the yawning camper, who had overheard Malcom's words. "Why'd you get excited?"
Jade shrugged. "She's hot," she said, as if that explained everything. Malcom sighed, shaking his head, while Percy's eyes bugged out. He opened his mouth to ask Jade to repeat what she just said when he heard Thalia behind him.
"Jade, stop that," she bemoaned. The unclaimed demigod only rolled her eyes, turning away, before anyone else could criticize her. For a minute, Percy felt that everything was alright in the universe. They had played a really good capture the flag game and had won, he hadn't gotten into a potentially dangerous fight with Thalia, and it all felt right except...Annabeth wasn't here.
Saddened by the thought, Percy went over to other campers, high-fiving and slapping hands, and would have cheered a little longer if only, the Oracle, out of all things, hadn't interrupted their moment of victory.
Honestly, that mummy had one of the worst timings.
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