Percy Jackson and the Olympians Fan Fiction

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Slowly I turn in a circle as I take in everything around me. Next to me Percy mumbles something about an orientation film, and gestures for me to follow him. I ignore him and turn in a circle again. My breath is taken away. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. Percy nods impatiently, “Now come on, Annabeth…” his voice trails off, “Actually, I need to go. I’ll catch up with you later.” He runs off, leaving me standing alone. I turn again and my eyes fall onto a little girl sitting by a small fire. I walk over. “Hello. Why are you sitting all alone?” I ask her. She looks up at me. “Child,” she says to me, as if I were the little girl, “I am always alone. You are the first to notice me in decades.” I cock my head, “You don’t look older than one decade. So what do you mean by decades?” The girls form flickers, one minute a flame, then the girl again. “I am Hestia, goddess of the hearth, guardian of hope. I have been around far longer than one decade,” she says. “You-you’re a goddess?” I ask, unbelieving. She nods, “Yes, my dear.” I look up and notice a boy running this way. He is tall with long black hair and very pale skin. He wears all black, as if he is trying to blend in with the shadows. He looks about a year older than me, but it’s kind of hard to tell. “Hestia,” he says as he sits down next to the goddess. Then he looks up at me. “Whoa,” he whispers. I suddenly feel very self-conscious. I tuck my hair behind my ear and straighten my T-shirt. “My boy, what is it?” Hestia asks. He comes out of his trance and looks at Hestia’s face. “I must know,” he says, “What is that girl’s name?” Both Hestia and the boy look at me. “Oh. Uh… people call me Nico,” I say. The boy’s eyes get real big, and he looks at ... ... middle of paper ... ... feel my face turn a few shades lighter in fear of this guy, if Clarisse is afraid… As Clarisse runs of, the man motions for me to sit at a table with him. I carefully take a seat. Suddenly, a centaur gallops up to the house with a worried expression on his face. He notices me. “First time?” he asks the man. The man nods, and the centaur bows his head, “I’m sorry, my dear, but I am busy at the moment. Dionysus will have to give you your tour today. And Mr. D, be kind, please.” He carefully steps into the house and disappears. I glance nervously at Mr. D. He looks at me, “There is nothing to be nervous about, child. I wouldn’t turn you into a dolphin. You have nothing to worry about, at the moment.” That last part terrified me, ‘turning me into a dolphin’ sounded like something to worry about to me. I would prefer to live the rest of my life as a human.

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