Okay, just assume that SoN never came out in this, kay? I only edited in Octavian :) Its just like, a short little hopeful scene for Percy and Annabeth. Now, here's the thing: I know, I know. I went from first person I, me, my to third person he, his. But thats just for when he's describing the dream. I didnt realize that I had done that till i finished, and, to be honest, i didnt feel like going back and fixing it :P Okay, so, ENJOY. :)
The Son of Neptune
One-Shot
Percy
ψ~₪₪₪₪₪~Ω
I walked on in the forest, deep in thought. The blonde haired girl with stormy grey eyes was in his dreams every night now, so close, yet so far. Every time he tried to reach out for her, she would fade into vapor, blending into the white clouds that surrounded them. Every time he tried to speak, he found himself being pulled away, farther and farther until he couldn’t see her on the solid mass of fluffy white anymore. She would stand there, watching him with her fierce yet sad eyes, and reach out to him with her fingers spread, though never took a step অগ্রবর্তী to grab hold of his hand to stop him from leaving. Once he was far away, he could see her slowly lower her arm, then wave a slow good-bye. He would watch until she turned into a tiny speck, and the clouds would envelope her. Everything would turn white, then he would wake up. That was how it always went.
Suddenly something caught hold of my hair and yanked me back. I quickly drew Riptide and turned my eyes onto my attacker as I got ready to battle…a rose bush. Figures. I could have sworn it wasn’t there a সেকেন্ড ago…I put my sword away and tried to slowly back out from the grasp of the thorns of a single rose. The rose just bent with my head, seemingly determined to keep its hold. I tried untangling it, but it was no use, I just made it worse. I seemed to have a knack for tangling things. I sighed; I can defeat vicious, blood thirsty monsters fine. I can beat the best sword fighters at the camp, okay. Only to be stopped in my tracks দ্বারা a plant. I could cut my ট্যাঙ্গেল্ড hairs out with my sword, but there was a lot in there and if I did, it would make my hair look seriously messed up. Talk about a bad hair month. It would just give Octavian another reason to start pointing out my flaws.
I finally owned up to the fact that I was just going to have to get out of there the hard way. I took a deep breath. Band-Aid, I thought. Just like Band-Aid. I yanked অগ্রবর্তী and broke loose, ripping a bunch of hairs out of my scalp in the process. My eyes watered and I cursed. I looked down to see the rose on the ground, with strands of jet-black hair caught in the thorns. I picked it up, might as well, seeing what I had to go through to get it.
I continued with my walk, not really realizing where I was going until I came to the edge of a cliff, with sea water crashing against it about a hundred feet below. I looked at the rose in my hand, wondering what to do with it. I then heard loud footsteps, and someone calling my name. “Percy? Percyy!” in an unexplained panic, I stupidly threw the rose over the edge and into the sea. I instantly regretted it, although I had no idea why. It was just a stupid rose, but I had an odd nagging feeling about it. Because one thing was for sure, that rose গুল্ম hadn’t been there when I was walking. It had just suddenly appeared, leaving the impression that it was meant for someone, someone with blonde hair, and gray eyes... I heard the leaves rustling behind me and someone stepped into the clearing. “Percy, আপনি commin’?” Hazel called. I looked back at her and answered, “Yeah,” before trudging after her, wondering who that someone was.
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Annabeth sat on the damp sand, drawing half-formed battle diagrams and quadratic equations, listening to the steady crash of the waves against the shoreline. The sun was setting over the horizon, illuminating the sky into vibrant shades of orange, pink, and purple and tingeing the Long Island Sound a rust color.
She would have to leave her spot soon to go work on the ship; her break was almost over. She thought of Percy, and wondered for the umpteenth time what he was doing right now, and what he was thinking of. Was he laughing with new friends? Sleeping peacefully in his own cabin? Sparring with the Romans? Would he even remember her when she got there? She just wished she had some sort of sign, any sign, to tell her something about her Seaweed Brain.
Her watch beeped. She sighed and got up. She attempted to beat away some of the sand on her jeans. It was as she was turning that something caught her eye. It was in the water, a small red speck. It was different from the rust color of the Sound around it: a brighter and purer shade of red. It bobbed and sank beneath the waves for a moment, then resurfaced a few feet away. She waded in and plucked it out. As she held it up to her face, she saw that it was a rose. A perfect red rose. Except…there was a tangle of black hairs around the stem. Jet black hair. Without a hint of doubt, she knew who they belonged to. They belonged to Percy Jackson. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the ফুল mingling with the all-too familiar scent of a clear ocean breeze and hot sand. She knew that the সৈকত she was standing on had nothing to do with the latter.
Standing knee deep in the water, the bottom of her jeans soaking wet, she opened her eyes and stared across the horizon, knowing that the Son of Poseidon had never forgotten her in the first place.
The Son of Neptune
One-Shot
Percy
ψ~₪₪₪₪₪~Ω
I walked on in the forest, deep in thought. The blonde haired girl with stormy grey eyes was in his dreams every night now, so close, yet so far. Every time he tried to reach out for her, she would fade into vapor, blending into the white clouds that surrounded them. Every time he tried to speak, he found himself being pulled away, farther and farther until he couldn’t see her on the solid mass of fluffy white anymore. She would stand there, watching him with her fierce yet sad eyes, and reach out to him with her fingers spread, though never took a step অগ্রবর্তী to grab hold of his hand to stop him from leaving. Once he was far away, he could see her slowly lower her arm, then wave a slow good-bye. He would watch until she turned into a tiny speck, and the clouds would envelope her. Everything would turn white, then he would wake up. That was how it always went.
Suddenly something caught hold of my hair and yanked me back. I quickly drew Riptide and turned my eyes onto my attacker as I got ready to battle…a rose bush. Figures. I could have sworn it wasn’t there a সেকেন্ড ago…I put my sword away and tried to slowly back out from the grasp of the thorns of a single rose. The rose just bent with my head, seemingly determined to keep its hold. I tried untangling it, but it was no use, I just made it worse. I seemed to have a knack for tangling things. I sighed; I can defeat vicious, blood thirsty monsters fine. I can beat the best sword fighters at the camp, okay. Only to be stopped in my tracks দ্বারা a plant. I could cut my ট্যাঙ্গেল্ড hairs out with my sword, but there was a lot in there and if I did, it would make my hair look seriously messed up. Talk about a bad hair month. It would just give Octavian another reason to start pointing out my flaws.
I finally owned up to the fact that I was just going to have to get out of there the hard way. I took a deep breath. Band-Aid, I thought. Just like Band-Aid. I yanked অগ্রবর্তী and broke loose, ripping a bunch of hairs out of my scalp in the process. My eyes watered and I cursed. I looked down to see the rose on the ground, with strands of jet-black hair caught in the thorns. I picked it up, might as well, seeing what I had to go through to get it.
I continued with my walk, not really realizing where I was going until I came to the edge of a cliff, with sea water crashing against it about a hundred feet below. I looked at the rose in my hand, wondering what to do with it. I then heard loud footsteps, and someone calling my name. “Percy? Percyy!” in an unexplained panic, I stupidly threw the rose over the edge and into the sea. I instantly regretted it, although I had no idea why. It was just a stupid rose, but I had an odd nagging feeling about it. Because one thing was for sure, that rose গুল্ম hadn’t been there when I was walking. It had just suddenly appeared, leaving the impression that it was meant for someone, someone with blonde hair, and gray eyes... I heard the leaves rustling behind me and someone stepped into the clearing. “Percy, আপনি commin’?” Hazel called. I looked back at her and answered, “Yeah,” before trudging after her, wondering who that someone was.
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Annabeth sat on the damp sand, drawing half-formed battle diagrams and quadratic equations, listening to the steady crash of the waves against the shoreline. The sun was setting over the horizon, illuminating the sky into vibrant shades of orange, pink, and purple and tingeing the Long Island Sound a rust color.
She would have to leave her spot soon to go work on the ship; her break was almost over. She thought of Percy, and wondered for the umpteenth time what he was doing right now, and what he was thinking of. Was he laughing with new friends? Sleeping peacefully in his own cabin? Sparring with the Romans? Would he even remember her when she got there? She just wished she had some sort of sign, any sign, to tell her something about her Seaweed Brain.
Her watch beeped. She sighed and got up. She attempted to beat away some of the sand on her jeans. It was as she was turning that something caught her eye. It was in the water, a small red speck. It was different from the rust color of the Sound around it: a brighter and purer shade of red. It bobbed and sank beneath the waves for a moment, then resurfaced a few feet away. She waded in and plucked it out. As she held it up to her face, she saw that it was a rose. A perfect red rose. Except…there was a tangle of black hairs around the stem. Jet black hair. Without a hint of doubt, she knew who they belonged to. They belonged to Percy Jackson. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the ফুল mingling with the all-too familiar scent of a clear ocean breeze and hot sand. She knew that the সৈকত she was standing on had nothing to do with the latter.
Standing knee deep in the water, the bottom of her jeans soaking wet, she opened her eyes and stared across the horizon, knowing that the Son of Poseidon had never forgotten her in the first place.