yay! more fans! anyways, i just finished my next chappie. its really short though.
Hazel.
Hazel sprinted down the road. She had been so close to Annabeth, but now Annabeth hated her. But Hazel couldn't blame her. She'd gotten Annabeth kidnapped and Percy was nearly killed. Hazel would never forgiver herself.
She found Frank sitting on the grass looking up at the sun. Hazel quickly wiped her eyes and approached him. “Hey.”
Frank smiled at her, the smile that always made her heart dance. “Hey. Want to sit down?” he asked, patting the ground next to him.
Hazel forced a smile, but it felt like it took all her effort. “Sure,” she managed.
“Ready for gladiator training?” Frank said.
Hazel glanced at her spatha in her lap. She wanted to, but after what had happened, she felt like being alone. “Actually, I kindof want to practice riding on Arion. You know, using the spatha correctly.”
Frank nodded. “I understand.”
She smiled. Hazel realized that that was the part she liked most about Frank. He was flexible and was happy as long as she was happy.
She stood. “Well, see you later.” And Hazel ran off.
Hazel had planned on taking a short nap before the evening muster. As she got close to her barrack, she realized that Annabeth and Percy were still inside.
“...Hera thinks you'll make trouble,” Percy was saying.
“...has hated me...the battle of the labyrinth,” Annabeth replied.
Hazel inched closer and peered through the window.
Percy took Annabeth's hand. “Look. Hera gave me this message twice already. I hate her too, but she didn't sound that she was making this up.”
Annabeth shook her head. “I still don't get why you're telling me all this.”
“Ella said this prophecy-” He stopped and looked towards the window Hazel was hiding.
She quickly ducked, breathing hard. Oh gods, don't come out. Don't come out and find me.
Percy's voice continued and Hazel let out a sigh of relief. She looked back in.
“Ella said this prophecy about the Mark of Athena.”
“The Mark of Athena?” Annabeth sounded frightened.
“Yeah. She said 'Wisdom's daughter walks alone, The Mark of Athena burns through Rome.'”
Hazel's throat constricted. What was Percy suggesting?
Annabeth frowned. “That's it?”
Percy shrugged. “There's probably more, but the thing is Hera said you'll cause trouble, and the prophecy said 'Wisdom's daughter'. That must be you. So you must be the Mark of Athena. And 'the Mark of Athena burns through Rome'? It must be connected somehow.”
Annabeth punched Percy's shoulder and laughed. “When did you become so smart?”
“What? Are you saying I wasn't smart before?”
Annabeth cleared her throat. “Anyways, I also had a dream two nights ago.”
Hazel gulped. What was she doing? She was eavesdropping on her friends. But Hazel had a feeling that there would be something important.
“What?” Percy asked. “What was it about.”
Annabeth lowered her voice so that Hazel could barely hear. But she was able to catch most of it. “Gaea said...might be important...her.”
“You?” Percy said.
“Shh! She also...about the Mark of Athena burning through Rome. She thinks that...means I will destroy Rome, which would help her.”
Percy slammed his fists against the side of a book shelf. “Oh gods,” Hazel heard him say. “That's why Hera was warning me. She must've suspected that you would go against the gods.”
Annabeth stiffened. “But I would never do that!”
Percy put a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Let me think for a while.”
Hazel's mind was wheeling. What were they talking about? She spotted a textbook sized piece of diamond on the street.
Great. Just great.
Hazel quickly grabbed it off the road before anyone could see.
The wind picked up and dust blew into her nose.
Hazel tried to hold back the sneeze.
Annabeth's voice sounded inside. “I still don't get it.”
“Wait,” Percy responded. “It Hera suspected-”
AH-AH-AH-AAA-CCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Hazel rubbed her nose and leaned closer to the wall.
“What was that?” Percy asked.
Oh crud. They heard her.
Annabeth's voice replied. “I don't know. Let's check it out.”
Hazel scrambled back about twenty feet and started walking towards the door, rubbing her nose.
Percy and Annabeth walked out.
“Oh, it's Hazel,” Annabeth said. Her shoulders relaxed.
Percy grinned at her. “Shouldn't you be training with Frank?”
Hazel shuffled her feet. This was going as well as she thought. “We trained for awhile, but I was getting tired, cause I couldn't sleep last night. I was thinking about taking a nap before the evening muster.”
Hazel yawned.
“Did you hear that sneeze?” Annabeth asked. “It nearly made me jump out of my skin!”
Hazel blushed. “Sorry. It was me. Got a bit of dust in my nose.”
Percy's jaw dropped. “That was you? It was so loud!”
Hazel turned even redder. “Sorry. Didn't mean it startle you.”
Annabeth shrugged. “It's all right. Well, we'd better let you get your nap.”
Percy nodded. “Come on. See you later Hazel!” He grabbed on to Annabeth's hand and dragged her along with Annbeth shouting, “Slow down Seaweed Brain!”
Hazel watched as Percy pulled her into a long kiss. Annabeth's golden hair nearly glowed in the setting sunlight.
Hazel turned and went into the room and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.
Hazel.
Hazel sprinted down the road. She had been so close to Annabeth, but now Annabeth hated her. But Hazel couldn't blame her. She'd gotten Annabeth kidnapped and Percy was nearly killed. Hazel would never forgiver herself.
She found Frank sitting on the grass looking up at the sun. Hazel quickly wiped her eyes and approached him. “Hey.”
Frank smiled at her, the smile that always made her heart dance. “Hey. Want to sit down?” he asked, patting the ground next to him.
Hazel forced a smile, but it felt like it took all her effort. “Sure,” she managed.
“Ready for gladiator training?” Frank said.
Hazel glanced at her spatha in her lap. She wanted to, but after what had happened, she felt like being alone. “Actually, I kindof want to practice riding on Arion. You know, using the spatha correctly.”
Frank nodded. “I understand.”
She smiled. Hazel realized that that was the part she liked most about Frank. He was flexible and was happy as long as she was happy.
She stood. “Well, see you later.” And Hazel ran off.
Hazel had planned on taking a short nap before the evening muster. As she got close to her barrack, she realized that Annabeth and Percy were still inside.
“...Hera thinks you'll make trouble,” Percy was saying.
“...has hated me...the battle of the labyrinth,” Annabeth replied.
Hazel inched closer and peered through the window.
Percy took Annabeth's hand. “Look. Hera gave me this message twice already. I hate her too, but she didn't sound that she was making this up.”
Annabeth shook her head. “I still don't get why you're telling me all this.”
“Ella said this prophecy-” He stopped and looked towards the window Hazel was hiding.
She quickly ducked, breathing hard. Oh gods, don't come out. Don't come out and find me.
Percy's voice continued and Hazel let out a sigh of relief. She looked back in.
“Ella said this prophecy about the Mark of Athena.”
“The Mark of Athena?” Annabeth sounded frightened.
“Yeah. She said 'Wisdom's daughter walks alone, The Mark of Athena burns through Rome.'”
Hazel's throat constricted. What was Percy suggesting?
Annabeth frowned. “That's it?”
Percy shrugged. “There's probably more, but the thing is Hera said you'll cause trouble, and the prophecy said 'Wisdom's daughter'. That must be you. So you must be the Mark of Athena. And 'the Mark of Athena burns through Rome'? It must be connected somehow.”
Annabeth punched Percy's shoulder and laughed. “When did you become so smart?”
“What? Are you saying I wasn't smart before?”
Annabeth cleared her throat. “Anyways, I also had a dream two nights ago.”
Hazel gulped. What was she doing? She was eavesdropping on her friends. But Hazel had a feeling that there would be something important.
“What?” Percy asked. “What was it about.”
Annabeth lowered her voice so that Hazel could barely hear. But she was able to catch most of it. “Gaea said...might be important...her.”
“You?” Percy said.
“Shh! She also...about the Mark of Athena burning through Rome. She thinks that...means I will destroy Rome, which would help her.”
Percy slammed his fists against the side of a book shelf. “Oh gods,” Hazel heard him say. “That's why Hera was warning me. She must've suspected that you would go against the gods.”
Annabeth stiffened. “But I would never do that!”
Percy put a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Let me think for a while.”
Hazel's mind was wheeling. What were they talking about? She spotted a textbook sized piece of diamond on the street.
Great. Just great.
Hazel quickly grabbed it off the road before anyone could see.
The wind picked up and dust blew into her nose.
Hazel tried to hold back the sneeze.
Annabeth's voice sounded inside. “I still don't get it.”
“Wait,” Percy responded. “It Hera suspected-”
AH-AH-AH-AAA-CCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Hazel rubbed her nose and leaned closer to the wall.
“What was that?” Percy asked.
Oh crud. They heard her.
Annabeth's voice replied. “I don't know. Let's check it out.”
Hazel scrambled back about twenty feet and started walking towards the door, rubbing her nose.
Percy and Annabeth walked out.
“Oh, it's Hazel,” Annabeth said. Her shoulders relaxed.
Percy grinned at her. “Shouldn't you be training with Frank?”
Hazel shuffled her feet. This was going as well as she thought. “We trained for awhile, but I was getting tired, cause I couldn't sleep last night. I was thinking about taking a nap before the evening muster.”
Hazel yawned.
“Did you hear that sneeze?” Annabeth asked. “It nearly made me jump out of my skin!”
Hazel blushed. “Sorry. It was me. Got a bit of dust in my nose.”
Percy's jaw dropped. “That was you? It was so loud!”
Hazel turned even redder. “Sorry. Didn't mean it startle you.”
Annabeth shrugged. “It's all right. Well, we'd better let you get your nap.”
Percy nodded. “Come on. See you later Hazel!” He grabbed on to Annabeth's hand and dragged her along with Annbeth shouting, “Slow down Seaweed Brain!”
Hazel watched as Percy pulled her into a long kiss. Annabeth's golden hair nearly glowed in the setting sunlight.
Hazel turned and went into the room and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.
