Why So Serious? [Percy]

[Jacqueline Heart]

The overall aerial view of the camp would have shown the casual passerby nothing of great importance. That is, if they didn't catch a passing pegasus or something of that nature. But usually it was calm. A pair of cool blue eyes slowly past across the landscape, the perch in which the teen had chosen for her silent observation was perfect. A high branch of a tree, the cool chill of the winter breeze caused the bare branches to gently drift about. The distant voices of various campers seemed to be nothing but a grouping of white noise to Jac as she leaned against the tree trunk. The cool bark pressed against her back, clearly being felt through the cloth of her dark colored hoodie as blond lochs floated about her face.

Jac wasn't always serious, oh no, usually she was quite out going, she loved the camp. Even if she had a strange talent for trouble. Some might have called her odd, Jac didn't' mind, the trouble seemed to keep her on her toes, even if she didn't ask/and or go looking for it. Even back home it seemed to follow her. Although, the teen didn't care to dwell on her life in New Zealand any more then she was required to. And that wasn't much at all, frankly there were to many bad memories back there for her to even begin to count.

Slender fingers reached up and brushed back a few wayward bits of hair, the digits allowing her overly long bangs to remain hovering above her clear eyes. Jac wasn't' one for style or overly sensitive about fashion, she wore what she liked. And that showed in the outfit she had chosen that very day. Her trademark black converse were in place upon her feet along with ripped jeans and her favorite Beatles shirt. It was obvious to see, Jac was a grade A tomboy. With the majority of her messy blond hair pulled into an equally messy ponytail to top off the look.

The thief gently shifted her weight, the sound of branches creaking pierced the air as a leg was swung over. Jac wasn't' to keen on staying in one spot for to long for two very good reasons. For one, she never liked staying in one place for to long, it made her restless. And the other, it was cold, the breezes that continued to drift through the bare branches were causing a chill to run through her. Rosy spots starting to appear upon her cheeks by the feel, yes, it was time to get down.

Jac grabbed onto the overhanging branch as she shifted to make her way down once more to the forest ground below. A slight bit of movement halted the teen within her tracks as her gaze flickered up to take in the surrounding area once again. Not many people came into the forest, so she had to wonder just who would wander this far. Probably someone like her, someone who wanted to escape life for a bit. Although, why take it so seriously was anyone's guess, including Jac's.

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[Percy Jackson]

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The of a demigod is never easy. That's what Percy had learned over the last few years at any rate. You go from one challenge to the next without so much as a breath in between. It really made you appreciate the moments of pure serenity that you only got once in a while but for Percy, they were a distant memory in the past. For now, things were heating up in camp: Luke Castellan had been captured resulting in slowing down Kronos. For how long though? That question kept flashing through the demigod's mind like there was no tomorrow. Maybe a trip to the Oracle was called for? It probably would not help right away as the skeletal creature would just be criptic as always.

A part of Percy felt like he should have stayed down at Zephnos Creek and just swam away to a place outside of the reach of camp and Kronos and anything that might come knocking. Instead, the demigod found himself walking through the forest as part of the route back to cabin number three. The thought of returning was heavily frustrating and made Percy wish for something relaxing to take his mind off of things.

Percy placed his hand on a nearby tree, taking a moment for himself. It would not be long before he had to head over to the Big House and check on Luke. A blink and Percy was back in the depths of that memory. That one memory he kept going back to in his sleep. The son of Poseidon could remember it like yesterday. Percy was caught up in his decision as to whether or not he should stay at camp all year round. It was the end of Percy's first summer at Camp Half-Blood and the whole issue of stolen helms of power seemed to have been resolved. In order to clear his head, the twelve year old had gone to train but met up with Luke. They had drunk sodas in this very forest until it happened.

The prophecy from the Oracle completed itself as the final line, "You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend" panned out. There was still a faint mark where the Pit Scorpian had stung through the skin. To think the very person the prophecy had referred to was up in the Big House as a captive. Percy needed to take his stress and deplete it somehow. Crack. The demigod come back into conciousness. Looking down, Percy saw a broken twig under his foot. He sighed. For a moment, he thought . . . oh it didn't matter. Percy started walking back to camp.

A few feet further on, Percy found himself in someone else's companion. "Hello?" blurted the demigod.

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