someone to call mine (pjo various x reader)

as i walk away from percy i feel a weight on my shoulders. not like a chip or anything, but a weight that even atlas couldn't withstand (hate the guy btw).

as i get closer to all the characters i've only ever saw as black ink on paper, i find myself mourning them all over again. sure i cried when i read about beckendorf dying to save percy. but now that i see him, talking so animatedly to silena, and i feel death linger in the fresh summer air.

how am i supposed to save them? how am i supposed to deal when they ultimately die? how can i change the story without changing the story.

i grew up and only child, just me and my dad. all we had was each other to lean on. but now i have a sister, sisters. now i have true friends. i keep having to remind myself not to get to close.

i want to help grover, and annabeth, and percy. but how can i? they are the trio who save everyone, quite literally the entire world, summer after summer after one odd winter break. i can't quite find out why i am here. as i sneak into the big house, i see the skinned animals glaring into my soul. everyone is at dinner, meaning now is my chance to talk to the oracle.

i may not find my answers in my own mind, but an all knowing riddle machine might do the trick. as i walk into the dark attic, littered with different historical artifacts i see her. a mummy looking woman dressed as a hippie.

"please, tell me...why am i here? what's going to happen?" i sputter out. green smoke fills the room, as i hear a women's voice echo my ears.

"in shadows cast by stars that slowly fade,

a wanderer from realms unbid is made,

bound by threads of times forgotten light,

her presence whispers both to day and night,

in balance hangs the worlds their fates portrayed,

as ancient forces guide her in the shade"

"oh shit," i mutter. i've heard of her ambiguity and double meanings, but god i wish she gave me a straight answer.

Half-Blood buzzed with the excitement of the evening meal. Campers gathered around their respective tables, each marked by the symbols of their divine parentage. As the sun dipped below the horizon, torches flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the pavilion. The smell of roasted chicken and baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the fresh scent of the surrounding forest.

I sat at the Aphrodite table, surrounded by my sisters, silena and Drew. silena was sitting quietly as she meticulously rearranged her plate. Drew, on the other hand, chattered away, her eyes flitting around the room, taking note of the latest camp gossip.

"You won't believe who got paired up for the chariot race tomorrow," Drew whispered conspiratorially, leaning toward me. "Katie Gardner and Travis Stoll! Can you imagine?"

I nodded along, trying to feign interest, but my mind was elsewhere. My gaze drifted across the pavilion and landed on Percy Jackson, the camp's newest arrival. He sat at the Hermes table, looking bewildered and out of place, a plate of food untouched before him.

"Earth to Y/N," Drew snapped her fingers in front of my face. "You're not listening."

"Sorry," I said, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. "Just thinking about something."

"You mean someone," Drew teased, following my gaze to Percy. "He's cute, isn't he?"

"He's... interesting," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. I glanced at silena, who simply shrugged, her expression unreadable.