Any suggestions?

I wasn’t really surprised when Percy came back to camp, but who followed him did. “Hi, Annabeth!” Percy said, grinning.

“Hi, Seaweed Brain.” I smiled. I thought I saw something move behind Percy. “What the…”

Percy turned around. “What is it? What did you see?”

“I don’t know… Let’s go practice, alright?” The bushes past Thalia’s tree rustled a bit. If something had gotten past Peleus… I shook my head. “What do you want to do?”

“Let’s see…” He mused. I laughed quietly. Percy was such a seaweed brain sometimes. “How about swordfighting?”

“Alrighty, then. Let’s get going.” We walked off toward the arena. “So, what did you do this time?”

“I finally got Blackjack his donuts.”

“Did he go crazy?”

“No, but he did get a really big sugar rush.” I laughed. Percy’s smile widened. “Yep. That’s what happened. Then he remembered that the hippocampi wanted me to do something for them, and we had to rush.”

“What did they want this time?”

“Remember Bessie?”

“The ophiotaurus? Yeah, I remember him.” The ophiotaurus, AKA Bessie the sea-cow, was something else Percy saved, with the not-so-much help of the hippocampi. Hippocampi are really big sea-horses, but, since they don’t have hands, they aren’t very helpful with some things, and, according to Percy, they aren’t all that smart. But don’t tell them that. They like to think that they are helpful. “Why, what about him?”

“Well, the hippocampi found a little baby hippocampus stuck underneath a fishing boat, like Bessie, and I was thinking how much easier it would be to move the boat if Bessie was there, then suddenly, Bessie was next to me!” He waved his arms like poof! I gasped. The ophiotaurus’ home was a giant tank on Olympus. “Anyway, Bessie helped me free the baby hippocampus and I imagined him back in his tank on Olympus, and poof! Gone again!”

“Wow. How does that work?”

“I don’t know. Here we are!”

We stopped at the entrance of the arena. Clarisse was chopping up a dummy inside. The dummy’s body was slashed from left shoulder to right waist, with a big line in it’s armor signifying that Clarisse actually had done that with her sword. His helmet had a dent in it and was almost broken in half.

“Well done, Clarisse, I don’t think that that dummy’s going to bother anyone again.” Percy said.

Clarisse used her sword to slice a line through the armor of a row of dummies. “What do you guys want?”

“We want to practice, too. So can we?” I asked.

“Sure. Whatever.” She went back to chopping up the dummies.

Percy pulled Riptide out of his pocket and uncapped it. “Ready to play?” He asked.

“Sure.” I pulled out the ivory sword Damasen had given me. “Who strikes first?” I asked as I swung my sword.

Riptide’s blade parried mine. “You apparently.”

“Okay.” Clang! “How’s Blackjack doing, anyway?”

Crash! “He’s doing great.” Ping! I took a breath to ask another question, but Percy answered it before I asked it. “And so are Porkpie and Guido.” Swoosh! “Rainbow’s doing fine, too.” Shiiiiiiiirk! Our blades slid down each other. “And I’m pretty sure that Bessie’s okay too.” Cliiink! The sound echoed. “How’s your life going?”

“Great! My dad is still playing with planes.” Bring!

“Huh. Oh, well. Life’s still good, right?”

“Of course! Do you think it isn’t that fun when there are Legos everywhere?” Tink!

“A lot of fun! Except when you step on the Legos. Then it hurts. Have you built anything cool out of them?” Bioioioioioioioiong!

“Yep. I built the Empire State Building and then I built the castle on Olympus and I put it on top of the Empire state building.” Boing!

“Then what?” Clinker-inker-inker!

“I let my little step-brothers be Typhon, except Tyson didn’t come and save Olympus. It got destroyed.” Kink!

Percy laughed. “Ooh, well. Maybe next time?” Glink!

“Then I built a mini Camp Half-Blood. They then got to be Gaea, but again, we lost, and they destroyed Camp. Oh, yeah! I also had built a Camp Jupiter. Not as awesome as it really is, as all four of them weren’t so cool as the real one.” Bling!

“That wouldn’t be so awesome if it actually happened.” Percy said.

“Yeah, I know. But it was still fun to build and destroy them.” I answered.

“You’re right about that.” The conch horn blew for lunch. “Ready to eat?”

Notes

Alright!! This story has the first few chapters written for a school project! After all those are posted, don't expect often updates.