camp necklace

Detail reminders for drawing pjo/hoo:

  • all demigods have scars, draw them
  • there’s a difference between trade scars which can be added per drawing and by how much combat the character is likely to have seen (ie Nico has tons of scars, Clarisse and Annabeth have a fair few, where as Drew and Will probably don’t have as many), and distinctive scars which are noted in the books and can help identify a character. distinctive scars include:
    • Jason has a scar on his lip (from trying to eat a stapler when he was a baby)
    • Hylla has a scar across her forehead (from dueling for her and Reyna’s freedom from the pirates)
    • as of boo Nico has claw scars across his upper arms, probably starting at his shoulders (from killing Lycaon)
    • Luke has a scar down the side of his face (from a quest to get an apple I think, I don’t remember)
  • Other injuries that probably left scars:
    • it’s possible both Percy and Sally have scars from Gabe
    • Percy’s encounter with the pit scorpion at the end of tlt, on his palm
    • the ship exploding in som probably gave Tyson quite a few scars
    • the poisoned blade Annabeth took for Percy in tlo, on her upper arm
    • anyone in the battle of manhattan probably got a few scars from it
    • Gwen getting stabbed through the chest with a pilum during the war games in son, probably on her upper chest with a matching scar slightly lower on her back
    • Hazel’s death, though oil killed her she did die in a cave in and even though she got a new body her scars may have carried over
    • Nico’s trek through tartarus
    • when Cupid shot Nico in the shoulder with one of his arrows
    • Percy and Annabeth’s trek through tartarus
    • Percy and Annabeth’s encounter with the Arai (the curses of their enemies)
    • when Jason got stabbed from behind at the beginning of boo, on his abdomen both front and back
    • the gash on the side of Annabeth’s neck at the end of boo
    • Leo’s faked death at the end of boo
  • Jason has a gap in his hair from a bullet as of hoh
  • Frank is chubby up until hoh when Mars (unfortunately) decides to “fix” him by making him taller and more muscular
  • for at least the first four books Annabeth is taller than Percy
  • Percy has a tooth gap
  • Piper braids feathers from spoils of war into her hair
  • Hazel is African American
  • Piper is Native American
  • Leo is Latino
  • Reyna and Hylla are Latina (from Puerto Rico)
  • Frank is Chinese Canadian
  • Drew and Ethan are Japanese (assumed from their last names)
  • Nico’s skin colour is never stated, only that he has an olive undertone and that from botl onward he gets steadily more sickly pale (though as of the end of boo it looks like he’s beginning to lead a healthier lifestyle)
  • Percy’s camp necklace has six beads as of the end of boo
  • Annabeth’s has at least ten beads and her father’s college ring
  • Clarisse, Will, the Stolls, and other campers who are assumed to have been there before Percy probably have a similar amount
  • Jason, Piper, and Leo’s necklaces all have one bead
  • Nico’s necklace has anywhere from one to three beads on it, depending on whether or not they gave him ones for his aid in the battle of the labyrinth (probably not) and the battle of manhattan (more likely since he stayed for a while after)
  • both Nico and Reyna have rings that they twist when they’re anxious/thinking, Nico’s is the shape of a skull and Reyna’s has the symbol of Bellona and is most likely a seal ring
  • Frank’s bow and quiver can turn into a backpack
  • Frank spends the majority of their journey in pants that are too small for him because Leo’s an asshole (he loses his extra pants to Leo’s bullying in moa and they go clothes shopping for him in boo)
  • added onto that, Frank spends a while after his transformation in hoh in clothes that don’t fit until they get him new ones in boo
  • Leo has pointy elfish ears
  • both Percy and Leo are described as having lopsided, troublemaker grins
  • Nico is described as having dark bags under his eyes and looking sickly, and post moa is described as extremely malnourished (though this seems to be slowly getting better by the end of boo)
  • the longer the books go on the tanner Jason gets and the lighter his hair gets
  • Jason grew up on the coast of CA and probably can’t handle weather or anything under 68° F without many layers
  • Reyna’s cape is purple and glimmers gold in the light as of Athena’s blessing near the end of boo
  • Percy’s eyes are sea green
  • Hazel’s eyes are gold
  • Piper’s eyes change colour
  • Annabeth’s eyes are stormy gray
  • Jason and Thalia’s eyes are electric blue
  • don’t let the official art constrain your character designs

This is all I can think of right now, if I missed anything or got anything wrong feel free to add to the list/correct me, I’m a little shaky on what happened in what book…

I finally put this up on my Etsy! A Percy Jackson camp necklace with various bead options, there’s a limited amount at the moment but it’s up now!

Here’s the LISTING!

Feel free to leave a message at the shop if you have questions, the shop is dual run by my mom and I (it makes keeping track of sales easier!) so if you’d rather just ask me a question feel free to leave a message here on my Tumblr or DM me on Instagram!

Hopper and Jane headcanons because I love this dad and daughter!!!

  • Jane calls Hopper “daddy” on Day 543. It’s right after Hopp gives her a triple decker eggo stack and she just goes, “Thanks, daddy.” Hopp stops mid bite and looks at El, who’s trying to be very casual, grins, and goes, “You’re welcome, kiddo.” 
  • These two 100% have a swear jar somewhere. It’s filled with pennies and Hopp always has to put in twice as much because he always goes, “El, what did I tell you, don’t fucking swear - oh shit, ahhh fuck.” 
  • Jane finds Sarah’s box and she’s going through it when Jim comes in. Jane pulls up a picture and says “pretty,” and Hopp is so tearful that he just gets out a choked, “Yeah.” She pulls out more stuff and Hopp wipes the tear from his eye and sits down next to her and explains what some of the stuff was - Sarah’s friendship bracelet from camp, her favorite necklace. Jane says Sarah seemed cool and Hopp agrees. 
  • These two mutually are awkward about each other’s dates lmao. Hopp brings El to Mike’s and he just stands awkwardly outside until El sighs and tells him to go home already. Jane, on the other hand, straight up crashes Joyce & Jim’s date and walks up to Joyce and whispers that she thinks this is going great. Joyce agrees. 
  • Jane forced Jim to watch her soap operas with her during their first year together. He’s not into soaps but she is and he’ll sit through it for his kiddo. 
    • However, he still wanted To Die when a hardcore romance scene came up on one scene. He doesn’t want to think about the fact that he has to explain the birds and the bees to his kid soon - especially bc he couldn’t watch that scene without looking at the spot directly above the TV. 
  • El’s first birthday with Hopper is nerve-wracking for him. He holes himself up in the kitchen making an Eggo cake for her. He stacks them in the shape of a castle (with hazelnut spread + strawberries in between) and covers the whole thing with whipped cream to make it a white castle. He refuses to let Jane into the kitchen until the cake is ready to come out (Dustin almost bumped into him and Hopper gave him A Death Glare until he backed away). 
  • Adopting Jane means that the other kids come over too. They’re all eating breakfast and Jane spills somethng and yells, “Son of a b-” “Language!” 
    • The kids stop eating and stare at Hopper. “Is this why El doesn’t curse?” “IS THIS WHY SHE DOESN’T SAY FUCK?” “Listen dipshi-kids, I swear to god if you don’t stop talking-” “LET ELEVEN SAY FUCK!” 
    • Soon Hopper has a tableful of kids slamming their fists on the table yelling “LET ELEVEN SAY FUCK! LET ELEVEN SAY FUCK! LET ELEVEN SAY FUCK! LET ELEVEN SAY FU-” “All right! All right! Fine! Once.” 
    • El grins and quietly goes, “Fuck.” Everyone r o a r e d
The Love Yourself Art Challenge!

Day 1: Draw yourself in street clothes!

Day 2: Draw yourself in fancy clothes!

Day 3: Draw yourself in pajamas!

Day 4: Draw yourself with your family!

Day 5: Draw yourself with your friends!

Day 6: Draw yourself with your pet! (Psst: If you don’t have a pet, draw yourself with your friend’s pet, or your dream pet!)

Day 7: Draw yourself as a mermaid/merman!

Day 8: Draw yourself as a Hogwarts student! (Psst: Don’t forget your wand!)

Day 9: Draw yourself as a camper at Camp Half-Blood! (Psst: Don’t forget your camp necklace and and to clue us in as to what cabin your from)

Day 10: Draw yourself as a bender (or non-bender)!

Day 11: Draw yourself as your favorite animal! (Psst: This one has to be a real animal)

Day 12: Draw yourself as your favorite mythical creature!

Day 13: Draw yourself as a hobbit, dwarf, wizard, or elf!

Day 14: Draw yourself as a magical girl!

Day 15: Draw yourself as a monster!

Day 16: Draw yourself as a Muppet!

Day 17: Draw yourself as a Jedi Knight or a Sith Lord!

Day 18: Draw yourself as a cowboy!

Day 19: Draw yourself as an alien!

Day 20: Draw yourself as a toy!

Day 21: Draw yourself as a sea creature!

Day 22: Draw yourself as a bird!

Day 23: Draw yourself as a piece of furniture!

Day 24: Draw yourself as a super hero! (Psst: Don’t forget your sidekicks and or trusty butler!)

Day 25: Draw yourself as a super villain! (Psst: A Villain is only as good as their henchmen!)

Day 26: Draw yourself as a Pokemon trainer! (Psst: Remember to draw your team!)

Day 27: Draw yourself like your in the Zombie Apocalypse! 

Day 28: Draw yourself as a robot! (Or just a cyborg, whatevs you feel like doing!)

Day 29: Draw yourself with someone your love! (Psst: It doesn’t have to be a romantic love, you just have to care for them a lot!)

Day 30: Ask 3 people to describe you as best they can, and then draw yourself based on those descriptions!

anonymous asked:

Do you have any appearance headcanons for Percy?

Hmm this is a tough one but I like it…

-Percy definitely has longer hair, but it’s not too long, like it’s never short, but it’s never long either. It’s also always messy and windswept.

-He typically wears jeans, converse, and a hoodie, or if he’s really lazy, sweatpants.

-He also always wears his camp necklace as well, and tbh I can see him sporting a blue lokai as well.

-He also has a deeper voice, especially in the morning when he first wakes up.

-He’s really strong, but he isn’t like super muscular. Like he’s always been on the skinnier side.

- His eyes are literally so intense. Like one minute they can be full of mischief and the next they can be blazing with anger.

And yeah, those are all of mine but might add more in the future when I think of them. 

And yeah I can’t think of anymore right now.


Part 1/ Part 2

The Love Yourself Art Challenge!

gingerplatypus1142:

Day 1: Draw yourself in street clothes!

Day 2: Draw yourself in fancy clothes!

Day 3: Draw yourself in pajamas!

Day 4: Draw yourself with your family!

Day 5: Draw yourself with your friends!

Day 6: Draw yourself with your pet! (Psst: If you don’t have a pet, draw yourself with your friend’s pet, or your dream pet!)

Day 7: Draw yourself as a mermaid/merman!

Day 8: Draw yourself as a Hogwarts student! (Psst: Don’t forget your wand!)

Day 9: Draw yourself as a camper at Camp Half-Blood! (Psst: Don’t forget your camp necklace and and to clue us in as to what cabin your from)

Day 10: Draw yourself as a bender (or non-bender)!

Day 11: Draw yourself as your favorite animal! (Psst: This one has to be a real animal)

Day 12: Draw yourself as your favorite mythical creature!

Day 13: Draw yourself as a hobbit, dwarf, wizard, or elf!

Day 14: Draw yourself as a magical girl!

Day 15: Draw yourself as a monster!

Day 16: Draw yourself as a Muppet!

Day 17: Draw yourself as a Jedi Knight or a Sith Lord!

Day 18: Draw yourself as a cowboy!

Day 19: Draw yourself as an alien!

Day 20: Draw yourself as a toy!

Day 21: Draw yourself as a sea creature!

Day 22: Draw yourself as a bird!

Day 23: Draw yourself as a piece of furniture!

Day 24: Draw yourself as a super hero! (Psst: Don’t forget your sidekicks and or trusty butler!)

Day 25: Draw yourself as a super villain! (Psst: A Villain is only as good as their henchmen!)

Day 26: Draw yourself as a Pokemon trainer! (Psst: Remember to draw your team!)

Day 27: Draw yourself like your in the Zombie Apocalypse! 

Day 28: Draw yourself as a robot! (Or just a cyborg, whatevs you feel like doing!)

Day 29: Draw yourself with someone your love! (Psst: It doesn’t have to be a romantic love, you just have to care for them a lot!)

Day 30: Ask 3 people to describe you as best they can, and then draw yourself based on those descriptions!

the sea doesn’t like to be restrained | part 1

listen. the new rome idea was so cute and all, but i just can’t imagine percy and annabeth spending their lives in the roman camp? they have to be in new york. i won’t have it any other way.

even at twenty years old percy jackson is still a sappy dork who is hopelessly in love with his girlfriend and i love him very much


Looking back on it, I think almost everyone at Camp Half-Blood knew that I was going to propose to my girlfriend before I knew it myself.

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  • Nico: That shirt is really working for you.
  • Will: Yeah?
  • Nico: It's working for me, too.
  • Will: You're flirting with me.
  • Nico: Something like that.
  • Will: Finally. Do it some more.
  • Nico: Your camp necklace works well with those... shoes.
  • Will: Gee, Nico, thanks.
Hunters of Artemis

Requested by Anonymous: 

  • The tents, that can become small boxes about the size of a pack of chewing gum, became enchanted to return to your pocket (like Percy’s sword) after too many incidents of “Fuck it guys, I think I lost my tent again! Why are those things so small? I mean it shouldn’t be that easy to lose a tent!”
  • Because Artemis often just travels with only a group of 20 hunters, a couple of them can just stay in the mortal world for a while. Most of them like to stay with the Amazons and do some experience on that front.
  • Sometimes they’re actually a bit relieved to not join the hunt for a few weeks. They love Artemis and hunting for sure, but you have to admit, sometimes too much silver is just too much silver.
  • They have an anual remembrance day on the first full moon of June where they honour the fallen hunters of that year. Artemis always makes sure that there is a beautiful Strawberry moon enlighting the sky.
  • Much like werewolves in certain stories, the Hunters can communicate with each other through telepathy while hunting. 
  • All hunters have an enchanted pocket watch that shows the phases of the moon. 
  • When two Hunters fall in love, Artemis usually shows mercy, knowing the vow spoke of leaving behind the company of men not women, and instead sends them to the Amazons.
  • On halloween the Hunters often get mistaken for ghosts when they are camping in muggle forests. A lot of folklore are based on them.
  • Artemis and her hunters have bumped into the Valkyrie on many occasions. Artemis doesn’t like them very much as she doesn’t want her hunters to become einherjar, but instead let them finally have the peace and calmness they deserve. 
  • One Hunter was allowed to keep her pet cat as it technically is an animal that hunts as well.  
  • Much like the camp half blood necklace beads, the Hunters have charm bracelets. They get a charm in the shape of a moon once they arrive and then a star shaped one every ten years they serve Artemis. 
  • They have water bottles that can make their water taste like whatever flavour they want.

anonymous asked:

Can you do Autistic! Will solace headcanons?

basing all of these off of my experience because Reasons… remember that you can differ from these symptoms and still be on the spectrum! :o autism is entirely that, a spectrum, and thus it effects (affects?) people differently… autistic people are different from each other sometimes and thats a great and wonderful thing! ♡

- will is a super picky eater! it makes him feel guilty but if something is a bad texture he’ll USUALLY try to swallow it whole (dont ever do that please, its bad for you) to be polite but other times he’ll spit it out and he feels terrible for doing it. he prefers mash potatoes with chunks rather than without, flat soda over fizz, and hard crunchy things like peanut brittle. just… good textures for the mouth and teeth

- will having hyper-empathy as opposed to the opposite since both are common in autism AND adhd. he struggles to understand things sometimes but as hard as it is to have hyper-empathy, he admits that it helps him lots ESPECIALLY in the infirmary

- music is a good stim, pacing too. he likes to walk around and play with his hair and the beads on his camp necklace and once chiron actually caught him playing with his tail because hair is such a good texture it just feels so nice!!! (after that he’ll lean down and let will touch the hair on his head or even his beardy beard because will no thats weird thats my horse butt)

- he has a hard time understanding things sometimes, especially if its something very simple? he asks people to rephrase things a lot and it makes him feel kind of guilty but as he grows older he realizes its hardly a burden for people (and usually people like being engaged in conversation, which is something that took him a looong time to learn)

- communication?? is so tiring. he’s gotten pretty good at it from working in the infirmary but then people try to smalltalk and hes just like ??? what do you mean “hows your abuela” i dont know go ask her?? im not my abuela, you goofball, how would i know

- he’s one of the few autistic people in camp that dont use ‘spoons’ because he doesnt really understand the metaphor, so he uses battery instead! it makes him feel like a cool robot too like… will: “beep beep boop im too drained to talk to you fuck off pls” cecil: “will holy shit” and he even has a special pin that his friend makes him that looks like the corner phone battery thing on red/low so people dont try to engage him too much AND!! a super special writing board that says what he writes for when hes nonverbal, which happens very rarely. it was made by his buddy jake from cabin 9… what a good guy

- he’s afraid of talking about his special interests (medicine - specificslly surgery - and star trek) but if you slowly goad him with questions about it before you know its hes infodumping and clenching and unclenching his hands happily and even flapping if he gets super excited! it takes him a while to be able to do it around nico without being self concious but nico thinks its the cutest, most endearing thing in the entire world

- nico getting him a skull-shaped chew stim as a joke that he thinks wills gonna like ironically but nah he loves the fuck out of that thing and gnaws on it all the time and thinks of nico and how much he loves him when he starts to feel shy or ashamed and doesnt feel so bad anymore

just…. autistic will yall, like, hell yes!!!! im getting a tablet for my birthday, i think, so! i can maybe draw him with the rainbow infinity sign (since i hate the puzzle piece) - mod will

Bloody Knuckles

ask : somethin about Nico & prompt 77

prompt:

77. “You shouldn’t have even been there!”

Child of Ares!Reader X Nico !!!

because I had an idea, went with it, and hopefully it isn’t utter shit and y'all like it. also the reader is a badass bitch I love him/her/them

You gritted your teeth, clenching up your fists, as you got into a fighting position. Fists wrapped in already bloody gauze, you ignored the pain, which was dim anyway. Swinging at the punching bag, it shook violently, rattling the chains it hung on. A child of Ares and a child of Hades were dangerous together, but dangerous in a good way.

You found out, that it wasn’t always dangerous in the good way, in one of the worst ways possible. The words he screamed at you echoed in a way that stuck in your brain, pissing you off. “You shouldn’t have even been there!” Squeezing your eyes shut, you clenched your fist tighter, and slammed your fists into the punching bag, getting faster and faster.

Ignoring the creak of the chains, the rattle of the stand, and the looks of other people around you, you built your endurance up, and your breaths were controlled, and you pulled your arm back. Pushing forward, you punched with enough force to knock the punching bag off of the stand and back several feet, despite the punching bag being three hundred pounds heavy.

Shaking out your bloody hands, you unwrapped the bloody gauze from your hand, grabbing some more from the pocket of your basketball shorts. Coming up cautiously, Percy rested a hand on your tense shoulder. Not giving him a glance, you wrapped your bloody knuckles again, ignoring the blood on your hands and fingers. “What do you want, Jackson?” You asked, and you looked up, dark (e/c) eyes landing on Percy’s bright, sea green eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his hand clamping down on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing slightly, trying to calm you down. You gritted your teeth, his attempts failing hard. Ripping your shoulder away from his grasp, you got tense again.

“Ever had someone you love hate you for helping them?” You rewrapped your hands, tightening the gauze around your knuckles. Flashes of Nico almost dying and you tugging him out of the fight and taking a stab wound to the gut flashed across your vision. You looked down at the scar on your stomach. Starting below your hips, the prominent scar starting below your belly button, and traveling up in a perfect straight line right below your ribcage.

“Y/N, Nico will come around-” You glared at Percy, shutting him up with just a look. Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fists in slight rage. Cracking your neck, you looked at Percy again, a look that said so much more than words ever could. Picking up the punching bag, you put it back on the stand, ignoring the looks of others, before you put your headphones, blasting whatever music you felt suited your mood.

Making it to your cabin, you quickly yanked out your headphones, tossing your iPod on your bed, before grabbing a towel and taking a shower. Getting out, you realized an hour has passed. You got dressed in a simple camp t-shirt and cargo shorts. Lacing up your shoes, you ran a hand through your messy, wet, (h/c) hair, before setting out into camp once more. “Y/N, come on! The campfire’s gonna start.” Connor said, and you waved his attempts off.

“Can’t. I have to go talk to someone.” Turning on your heel, you started walking towards Cabin Thirteen. Connor grasped your wrist in his narrow, nimble fingers, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“Nico’s already there.” Connor said, and you ripped your wrist away from his grip. Grumbling under your breath, you tugged at your camp necklace, with four beads in total, before walking beside Connor to the campfire. Spotting Nico wasn’t hard, what was hard was resisting the urge to punch your boyfriend in the face before making out with him. Knuckles wrapped, you dragged a hand through your damp hair.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” You muttered, and Connor patted your back lovingly, before rubbing your shoulder.

“There you go. You’ll get nowhere if both of you are stubborn.” Connor laughed, but you didn’t find anything funny. Shutting him up with a glare, you shoved your roughed up hands in your pockets, making your way towards the son of Hades. Approaching him, you watched as he looked up at you.

“Yes?” He hummed, as if nothing was wrong between the two of you. You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting beside him, eyes on the fire. Rubbing your hands together, you spoke up.

“Isn’t there something we should talk about?” You asked, and Nico watched your hands, concerned, before looking up into your (e/c) eyes. You shoved your hands into your pockets once more.

“Last week, right?” Nico groaned, pulling his gaze away from you, and letting it rest on the fire. “Listen, I’m sorry, I just.. I just thought I could handle it on my own.” Nico apologized, and you laughed slightly.

“And you’re stubborn enough to ignore me for a whole week before having me come up to you, for you to apologize?” You laughed again bitterly, fiddling with the gauze around your fingers. “You’re lucky I love you, di Angelo. If it was Connor who did that to me, he would’ve been in the infirmary.” You mumbled, looking at your boyfriend, who’s gaze was on the fire, and the ghost of a smile spread across his lips.

“I love you too.” He responded, and the two of you sat side by side, staring at the fire. You took his hand in your own bandaged one, fingers intertwined comfortably. Nico looked down curiously at your bandaged hand. “What happened?” He asked, and you laughed, looking at your hand.

“Punching bag. It was three hundred pounds, and I punched it off of the stand. You kinda pissed me off.” You chuckled, before grabbing his hand tighter in your own. “Don’t worry about it, I’m alright.” You shrugged your injuries off, not thinking much of it.

“I’m sorry.” Nico muttered, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“S'not your fault, di Angelo.” You leaned over, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “We both have demons, huh?” You muttered, squeezing his hand in your own. Nico chuckled softly, watching the fire, sitting in silence until the camp sing-along started.

“Of course.” The son of Hades muttered in response, as people sang around you two, creating a messy harmony. You smiled at the familiarity of the song, before leaning against Nico. You sang along softly, as the fire seemed to grow at the sound of the harmony. It was the first time you weren’t pissed off in two weeks.

“So, are we good now?” You asked curiously, and Nico laughed slightly, tugging his hand away from yours as he stretched slightly.

“Of course, if we weren’t you wouldn’t be here, right?” Nico said sarcastically, and you raised your head, cocking an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“Asshole.” You muttered playfully, and Nico laughed, causing you to laugh as well. Everyone was talking now, and you and Nico sat in a comfortable silence.

And beneath the stars, in front of the firelight, you and Nico mutually forgave each other, in a silence that blanketed only the two of you, content, hand in hand.

// is this as shitty as I think it is //

- nez

Camp Half Blood Necklaces for sale:

We had a lot of fun making these, and we think it might be a cool way to earn some extra cash, being poor ass college students. 

So we were thinking:

15 for a necklace with the first four beads from the first series:

(The Titan’s Curse took place in the winter, so there is no bead for that.)

And then an additional dollar per extra beads such as two I made up in honor of the alliance of the camp as well as Apollo’s arrival/departure:

(Looks like this on either side:)

And finally, an extra dollar for any other custom beads. For example my friends and I roleplay and came up with two new quests for our own characters which resulted in these beads:

So if you and your friends have your own roleplay for a new summer, just tell us what would be on the bead! 

What do you guys think? PS: These are my friends-

@supbeyotchitsme @zer0thecupcakeprincess 

Also go follow our RP blog: @tiny-angry-demigods :D

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The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”

At first, Percy thought he was still asleep. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he remembered from his past. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he realized she was really there.

She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him.

Her blond hair fell across her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes were bright with amusement. He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood, five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing over him. She had said, You drool when you sleep.
She was sentimental that way.

“Wh—what’s going on?” he asked. “Are we there?”

“No,” she said, her voice low. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race. He realized he was in his pajamas, in bed. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird noises as he dreamed. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and his breath didn’t smell great. “You sneaked into my cabin?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months. You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach Hedge.”

“Uh, have you seen his baseball bat?”

“Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. We haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you something—my favorite place aboard the ship.”

Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. “Can I, you know, brush my teeth first?”

“You’d better,” Annabeth said. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”

For a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to Percy—like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. Annabeth and he crept downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for sickbay.

She led him past the engine room, which looked like a very dangerous, mechanized jungle gym, with pipes and pistons and tubes jutting from a central bronze sphere. Cables resembling giant metal noodles snaked across the floor and ran up the walls.

“How does that thing even work?” Percy asked.

“No idea,” Annabeth said. “And I’m the only one besides Leo who can operate it.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“It should be fine. It’s only threatened to blow up once.”

“You’re kidding, I hope.”

She smiled. “Come on.”

They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory. Toward the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that opened into a large stable. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool blankets. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The right wall had two empty cages big enough for large zoo animals.

In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through panel. Far below, the night landscape whisked by—miles of dark countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a web.

“A glass-bottomed boat?” Percy asked.

Annabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. “Sit with me.”

They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below.

“Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth said. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the stables are always empty.”

Percy wondered where Blackjack was—roaming the skies somewhere, hopefully following their progress. Percy’s head still throbbed from getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t
hold that against the horse.

“What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down
two flights of stairs?”

Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “These are bay doors, like on a bomber.”

Percy gulped. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?”

“I suppose we’d fall to our deaths. But they won’t open. Most likely.”

“Great.”

Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?”

Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light.

“That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.”

Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.

“That was so long ago,” Percy said. “We were in bad shape, struggling to get across the country to find that stupid lightning bolt, trapped in a truck with a bunch of mistreated animals. How can you be nostalgic for that?”

“Because, Seaweed Brain, it’s the first time we really talked, you and me. I told you about my family, and…” She took out her camp necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had started dating. He’d brought it from his father’s palace at the bottom of the sea. “And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”

“No,” he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”

She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”

“Okay, fine.”

She leaned over and kissed him: a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.

She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”

Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

He remembered earlier in the night, when Piper had forced the eidolon to leave his mind. Percy hadn’t been aware of its presence until she had used her charmspeak. After the eidolon was gone, he felt as if a hot spike had been removed from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how much pain he had been in until the spirit left. Then his thoughts became clearer. His soul settled comfortably back into his body.

Sitting here with Annabeth made him feel the same way. The past few months could have been one of his strange dreams. The events at Camp Jupiter seemed as fuzzy and unreal as that fight with Jason, when they had both been controlled by the eidolons.

Yet he didn’t regret the time he’d spent at Camp Jupiter. It had opened his eyes in a lot of ways.

“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.”

“Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—”

“I know,” Percy said. “But while I was there, I saw so many demigods living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the giants is over…”

It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing.

“Oh,” she said.

Percy was afraid he’d said too much. Maybe he’d scared her with his big dreams of the future. She was usually the one with the plans. Percy cursed himself silently.

As long as he’d known Annabeth, he still felt like he understood so little about her. Even after they’d been dating several months, their relationship had always felt new and delicate, like a glass sculpture. He was terrified of doing something wrong and breaking it.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—”

“No!” she said. “No, Percy. Gods, that’s so sweet. It’s just…we may have burned that bridge. If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well, the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”

Percy didn’t want to argue, but he couldn’t let go of the hope. It felt important—not just for Annabeth and him, but for all the other demigods. It had to be possible to belong in two different worlds at once. After all, that’s what being a demigod was all about—not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus, but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.

Art: burdge

Excerpt from, “The Mark of Athena”