Chapter 6
Harry glared at Percy. They had been staying in their Uncles Mansion in Malibu, and the two of them had been sleeping quite peacefully. At least, Harry had, until his brother woke him up. So now he was trying to bore a hole into him.
"Stop glaring at me like that, bitch. I have a valid reason for waking you up from your beauty sleep." Harry's glaring eased up a little bit, but not by much. He treasured his sleep very much. They both did, but Percy had decided this was important.
"You know how I formed that empathy link with Grover last year?"
"We both did dumbass. What of it?"
"Ah.. right "
"Cut to it."
"Ah! Right! Well um.. you see last night I had a dream…" a snort interrupted. "I'm getting to it okay? Anyways, I saw Grover in it, but the thing is, he… he was in a wedding dress."
"This is why you deemed it important to wake me up early? Our friend in his 20’s has decided to get married in drag?" Percy blinked for a second, before continuing.
"No. I woke you up because he was being chased by some guy. I think that some guy might have been a cyclops."
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"So… let's get this straight. You guys decided to come to camp early, because you," a finger pointed at Percy, “had a dream of Grover in a wedding dress, running from a cyclops.
And on your way, you found a different cyclops, and instead of killing it, you decided to bring it to camp because it's, sorry, he's, your two year old half-brother." The twins exchanged glace before turning back to face Annabeth and shrugging.
"Basically, yeah."
"...what the actual fuck?"
"So. Changing subject, why did we come to camp only to find it being attacked?" There was a bunch of groans from everyone in the Pavilion at that.
"GO BACK TO YOUR OWN BUSINESS GUYS! Ahem. As I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted by some very nosy people, Thalia's tree has been poisoned." Percy spat out his drink and Harry choked on his food.
"WHAT!"
"Yeah, I know, I know. That was everyone else's reaction. But the tree is now dying, meaning that the barrier is weakening, and the monsters are finding us more easily." They both stare at her in horror.
"But, the little kids! Can't the gods do anything? I mean, they can't be that useless!" Annabeth responded to that with a scowl.
"Apparently they can. Because not only have they done nothing, but they took away one of the strongest allies at defending the camp because 'It is his own fault' and replaced him with that guy." She gestured up to the head table. The twins both turned to stare, before promptly doing a double take.
"Chiron's not there. There's just some weedy guy chasing after food."
"Exactly." They all stared at each other, before looking at the guy one more time.
"He's pathetic."
"We know."
"Lockhart was probably better than him."
"Who's Lockhart?"
"Some teacher at our boarding school. Spent every lesson until the board finally fired him boasting about all the great things he had done. Mind you, he was a massive fraud, so all those things were fake."
"...The board fired him? Not the Headmaster?"
"Nah. Headmaster was just as useless. Point is, what the actual fuck do they think that can do?"
"No one knows. No one."
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"Sup. Your name's Thalia right?" There was a pause and then a glare.
"No shit Sherlock. I think everyone here knows that already. What do you guys want?"
"Woah, calm down Goth Queen. We just want to be friends. I mean, you're apparently "The only other demigod child of the big three currently alive". We figured, why not make friends?" She stared at them for a second.
"You know, even though I can't physically see the quotation marks around that statement, I am still able to hear them. So. What's that about." They glanced at each other before turning back to face Thalia and shrug.
"Oh, you know. Just a hunch. Anyways, seeing as we are cousins and Annie's busy, we figured we could help you get started. So what do you want to do? Besides archery."
"Archery."
"You really don't want to do that with us. We managed to shoot Chiron in the ass during our first attempt. He was standing behind us."
"We haven't improved much since then."
"...What the actual fuck."
“We're pretty sure we're cursed.”
“No shit Sherlock.”
“Rude.”