𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

❛ those gold eyes said it all ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑, 𝕿he creature occupied Aurora's thoughts throughout the entire train ride. Every moment she slept, she'd appear in his usual cave . . . Like clockwork. His presence becoming too frequent to the girl, but he did indeed keep his word. Every question she asked he answered to the best of his ability, every answer vague, but still answered.

                         "Who are you?"

                         "You're protector"

                         "Where do you come from?"

                         "A land far more beautiful than you can ever imagine."

                         "Why are you destined to protect me?"

                         This question made him peer down at her in curiosity, as if he were deciding whether or not to answer the question and how to particularly word it.

                         "I made a deal with a devil in angels clothing."

                         "Hades?" Aurora furrowed her eyebrows to question.

                         BOOM!

                         The beautiful night sky thundered, and that was Aurora's warning to stop pushing her luck.

                         A snicker echoed through the cave, "Don't worry, little one. The gods are all bark and no bite."

                         Aurora could only wish she'd say the same.

                         She cleared her throat and looked up at the eyes, "Well, What do I call you? Scary creature isn't doing it for me anymore."

                         "Nathaniel Prince," he huffed. "But my family regarded me as Nate."

                         Aurora nodded to herself, "You have a family?"

                         "Had," he corrected. "They're all no more."

                         Aurora wanted to ask what happened to his family, but before the words could escape her mouth, she woke up.

                         And that's what occurred for the two days spent in the train. Falling in and out of sleep, conversing with a strange being called Nathaniel, strategizing with Annabeth, and occasionally talking to Percy like they used to back at Camp.

                         "So, you're dad sold all your toys because you cursed?"

                         "Yes," the girl nodded. "Went as far as threatening to destroy my nuclear arc reactor."

                         "Did he?"

                         "Nope," Aurora suddenly sat up and turned to face him. "What about your mom?"

                         At the mention of his mother, he frowned causing Aurora to immediately backtrack, "Listen, you don't have to if you don't want to. I'm so sorry—"

                         Percy shrugged it off, "No," he assured. "It's okay."

                         And for a moment he thought, as if he was scourging his brain for a memory with his mom.

                         "After I was expelled from a school for setting a pool on fire, she thought it was time to have a talk," he smiled fondly at the memory. "She had said that if I misbehaved again, she'd give my skateboard to Theon a kid my age who lived around the block."

                         Aurora giggled, "And with the way that trouble seems to find you, I assumed you'd misbehave again?"

                         Percy nodded, "But before she could do it, I walked over and handed him the skateboard myself."

                         "How'd it go?"

                         "He loved it," his face lit up at the thought. "But he didn't know how to ride it, so everyday after school I'd teach him how to ride," he suddenly frowned. "She was so happy when she found out."

                         Aurora bit her lip and frowned herself, understanding the pain all too well. Out of instinct, she reached her hand over and placed it over his, "She sounds so sweet."

                         "Yeah," he nodded. "She was."

                         A cough interrupted them, abruptly separating the two.

                         "Aurora, hood up," Annabeth silently urged. "People are watching."

                         Aurora cursed under her breath and did as told. Despite not being attacked the two days they were on the train, they never relaxed. Their world revolves on never letting your guard down, and they refused to, but they were beginning to worry about other things . . .

                         Both Percy and Aurora tried to keep a low profile mainly because Percy's name and picture were splattered over the front pages of several East Coast newspapers with Aurora, Unfortunately, in the shot.

                         The Trenton Register-News showed a photo taken by a tourist as they got off the Greyhound bus. Percy had a wild look in his eyes. His sword was a metallic blur in his hands. It might've been a baseball bat or a lacrosse stick. The picture's caption read:

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown here fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers. The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be traveling with three teenage accomplices. One of which is famous billionaire Tony Stark's daughter, Aurora Stark. We have reached out to the billionaire but have received no comment on the matter. Percy Jackson's stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, has offered a cash reward for information leading to his capture.

                         Aurora could only pray to her mother that the headline wouldn't reach her father or worse . . . Pepper. They'd both find a way to locate her and ground her until the age of fourty for not telling them about a quest. Not to mention, her father would blow a casket if he were to find out she was in the company of a boy. A delinquent boy, for that matter.

                         "Don't worry," Annabeth told Percy. "Mortal police could never find us."

                         But she didn't sound so sure.

                         "Ocean eyes," Aurora called out smoothly. "Can I ask you a question?"

                         Percy sat down from his pacing and nodded, "Sure."

                         "You had a nightmare back in the woods," his body tensed in remembrance. "What was it about?"

                         Percy's mouth opened, "How did yo-?"

                         "Nightmares are a daily occurrence in the life of a demi-god and from the way you looked, you definitely had one."

                         Percy sighed and did as told. He told her about the sharp voice he heard and the pit.

                         The pit.

                         The words reminded her of her own dreams. They were too similar to her liking.

                         "That doesn't sound like Hades. He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs. Trust me I would know. I've dreamt of him a couple of times and he never appeared the way you described."

                         "He offered my mother in trade. Who else could do that?"

                         "Listen," she began her voice dropping low to a whisper. "I have my theories and Hades' isn't my first suspect but he isn't my last. There's something deeper at play, ocean eyes. But I can assure you that wasn't Hades', it was someone else."

                         "What do you suggest we do?"

                         "The only way to knock off Hades from the suspect pool is to go to the Underworld, no doubt about it."

                         He huffed, "If we don't get killed first"

                         Suddenly, Grover snorted in his sleep, muttered something about vegetables, and turned his head. Annabeth awoke from her slumber and readjusted his cap so it covered his horns. She glanced between the other demigods and rose her eyebrows leading to the Daughter of Aphrodite to quickly fill her in.

                         "Percy, you can't barter with Hades. You know that, right? He's deceitful, heartless, and greedy. I don't care if his Kindly Ones weren't as aggressive this time—" Aurora's eyes widen at the sentence.

                         "This time?" Percy asked. "You mean you've run into them before?" Percy then glanced at Aurora noticing the sign of distress on her face, "You too?"

                         Annabeth's hand crept up to her necklace. She fingered a glazed white bead painted with the image of a pine tree, one of her clay end-of-summer tokens. "Let's just say I've got no love for the Lord of the Dead. You can't be tempted to make a deal for your mom."

                         "That's even if it is Hades', Annabeth" Aurora stated.

                         Annabeth looked at her best friend and shook her head, "It's the only lead we have, Rory, you heard Chiron. He's certain it's him. We have every reason to believe it's him, and until we don't then we'll talk about the others," she turned back to Percy after Aurora clamped her mouth shut and sat back in her chair with a scoff. "Until then, bartering for your mom, isn't the best plan."

                         "What would you do if it was your dad?" Percy's question was directed towards Annabeth leaving Aurora to cringe at the touchy subject.

                         "That's easy," she said. "I'd leave him to rot."

                         "You're not serious?"

                         Annabeth's gray eyes glanced at Aurora but soon fixed on Percy. "My dad's resented me since the day I was born, Percy," she said. "He never wanted a baby. When he got me, he asked Athena to take me back and raise me on Olympus because he was too busy with his work. She wasn't happy about that. She told him heroes had to be raised by their mortal parent."

                         "But how . . . I mean, I guess you weren't born in a hospital . . . "

                         "I appeared on my father's doorstep, in a golden cradle, carried down from Olympus by Zephyr the West Wind. You'd think my dad would remember that as a miracle, right? Like, maybe he'd take some photos or something. But he always talked about my arrival as if it were the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to him. When I was five he got married and totally forgot about Athena. He got a 'regular' mortal wife, and had two 'regular' mortal kids, and tried to pretend I didn't exist."

                         Aurora knew everything about Annabeth's younger years. Aurora knew how much disdain Annabeth held towards her stepmother and how her father treated her. So, after a few years of realizing that Aurora wasn't going anywhere — Annabeth declared her the only family she ever needed. Despite their own quarrels, there was never one without the other.

                         Annabeth would never admit it, but she was thankful Luke, Grover, Thalia, and she stumbled across the Daughter of Aphrodite. Aurora always had the tendency to look at life with an optimistic view, as if she lived and thrived in the clouds: off dreaming about a world where everyone could thrive in.

                         She could only hope that Aurora would never change her peculiar way of thinking. Her life was too white to turn grey.

                         Percy stared out the train window. The lights of a sleeping town were drifting by. "My mom married a really awful guy," Percy told her, Aurora already knew due to their talks by the lake, "Grover said she did it to protect me, to hide me in the scent of a human family. Maybe that's what your dad was thinking."

                         "He doesn't care about me," Annabeth said.

                         "Annabeth," Aurora stated softly, which only resulted in her best friend shaking her head.

                         "You know it too, Rory," she turned back to Percy. "His wife—my stepmom—treated me like a freak. She wouldn't let me play with her children. My dad went along with her. Whenever something dangerous happened—you know, something with monsters—they would both look at me resentfully, like, 'How dare you put our family at risk.' Finally, I took the hint. I wasn't wanted. I ran away."

                         "How old were you?"

                         "Same age as when both Aurora and I started camp. Seven," Annabeth glanced at Aurora.

                         "But . . . you couldn't have gotten all the way to Half-Blood Hill by yourself."

                         "Not alone, no. Athena watched over me, guided me toward help. She led me towards a couple of unexpected friends. We stumbled across Aurora and they took care of us, for a short time, anyway."

                         Before they knew it, they drifted off into comfortable silence. Annabeth with her nose buried in a book, Aurora designing new armor for her siblings, and Percy looking out the window.

                         "You never answered the question."

                         Aurora looked up from her sketch with her eyebrows risen, "What?"

                         "You never answered the question," Percy realized. "What would you do if it was your dad?"

                         Auroras thoughts ran rampant in her head. Her father was taken from her once and she knew she couldn't handle it again.

                         "That's different."

                         Percy scoffed, "How is that any different?"

                         Aurora tensed and her eyes narrowed in anger, "My dad has already been taken from me before, Perseus, nothing would ever stop the hell I raise to get him back, if it were to happen again."

                         Percy gritted his teeth, "How is that any different than my mom?"

                         Aurora softened, "I had no one to journey around the country to find him much less the world, but you have us," she placed a finger to his chest and pointed at the others. "You have a team."

                         Toward the end of their second day on the train, June 13, eight days before the summer solstice, they passed through some golden hills and over the Mississippi River into St. Louis. Annabeth craned her neck to see the Gateway Arch.

                         "I want to do that," she sighed.

                         "What?" Percy asked.

                         "Here she goes again" Aurora smirked lightly nudging her head.

                         Annabeth rolled her eyes and smacked Aurora on the head, "Hey! I never complain about your dreams of being a scientist and engineer."

                         Aurora dreamily sighed, "Those phd's would look wonderful on my wall," she turned to Percy. "Annabeth would like to build something like that. You ever see the Parthenon, ocean eyes?"

                         "Only in pictures."

                         "Someday," Annabeth began, her eyes all dreamy. "I'm going to see it in person. I'm going to build the greatest monument to the gods, ever. Something that'll last a thousand years."

                         Aurora smiled at her best friend's dream, "You'll get there, Annabeth. If there's anyone who could do it, it's going to be you"

Percy had other ideas. Of all things, he laughed, "You? An architect?"

Aurora narrowed her eyes at the boy pinched the crap out of his arm, receiving a "Ow!" In response.

"Yeah," Aurora glared at him. "And she's going to be the best the world has ever seen"

Percy winced.

"Yes, an architect," Annabeth scowled. "Athena expects her children to create things, not just tear them down, like a certain god of earthquakes I could mention."

Percy watched the churning brown water of the Mississippi below. Aurora facepalmed and nudged Annabeth.

"Sorry," Annabeth said as she rolled her eyes at the look she was receiving from her best friend. "That was mean."

"Can't we work together a little?" Percy pleaded his eyes wide with desperation "I mean, didn't Athena and Poseidon ever cooperate?"

Annabeth had to think about it. "I guess . . . the chariot," she said tentatively. "My mom invented it, but Poseidon created horses out of the crests of waves. So they had to work together to make it complete."

"Then we can cooperate, too. Right?"

The group rode into the city, Annabeth watching as the Arch disappeared behind a hotel." I suppose," she said at last.

Aurora observed the city, "Annabeth, you know the relationship between both of our mothers isn't the best," Annabeth pursed her lips in thought. "Yet, here we are. Science girls, better than ever."

   Annabeth chose not to say anything.

                         They pulled into the Amtrak station downtown. The intercom told them they'd have a three-hour lay over before departing for Denver.

                         Grover stretched. Before he was even fully awake, he said, "Food."

                         "Come on, goat boy," Annabeth said. "Sightseeing."

                         "Sightseeing?"

                         "The Gateway Arch," she said. "This may be my only chance to ride to the top. Are you coming or not?"

                         Grover and Percy exchanged looks. Aurora simply walked next to Percy and took a hold of his wrist and yanked him forward before he even had a chance to open his mouth and argue.

                         Grover shrugged. "As long as there's a snack bar without monsters."

                         The Arch was about a mile from the train station. Late in the day the lines to get in weren't that long. They threaded their way through the underground museum, looking at covered wagons and other junk from the 1800s. Neither Aurora nor Percy seemed to notice that the Daughter of Aphrodite still had a hold on Percy's wrist, and if they did they didn't mind.

                         Aurora thought it wasn't all that thrilling,  her definition to thrilling was a complete opposite to Annabeth's, but she didn't say anything. She only listened as Annabeth kept telling them interesting facts about how the Arch was built, and Grover kept passing them jelly beans.

                         "I can't wait until the day you see Stark Tower in the flesh," she crossed her arms over her chest. "The architecture is by far one of my favorites my father has ever designed."

                         Annabeth's eyes widen in excitement, "Do you think he'll give me a tour? I can already enivision the foundation he built. From the pictures I've seen, it's very parasitic at the top."

                         Aurora shrugged, "It was his intent when he bought the Met Life building. He wanted something that apparently screamed 'Stark'," she observed her surroundings. "You know his obsession with John Lautner."

                         "He's brilliant."

                         "Some would say."

                         "Guys," Percy said. "You know the gods' symbols of power?"

                         "Of course"

                         Annabeth had been in the middle of reading about the construction equipment used to build the Arch, but she looked over. "Yeah?"

                         "Well, Hade—"

                         Aurora clamped her hand over his mouth before he could finish his sentence. It was then that Aurora noticed her hand was firmly around Percy's wrist. She hurriedly ripped her hand away just as she took her hand away from his lips, a bit flustered all together.

                         Grover cleared his throat, "We're in a public place . . . You mean, our friend downstairs?"

                         "Um, right," Percy said. "Our friend way downstairs. Doesn't he have a hat like Annabeth's?"

                         "You mean the Helm of Darkness," Aurora said. "Yeah, that's his symbol of power. Annabeth and I saw it next to his seat during the winter solstice council meeting."

                         "He was there?" Percy asked.

                         "It's the only time he's allowed to visit Olympus—the darkest day of the year. But his helm is a lot more powerful than my invisibility hat, if what I've heard is true . . ." Annabeth trailed off.

                         "It allows him to become darkness," Grover confirmed. "He can melt into shadow or pass through walls. He can't be touched, or seen, or heard. And he can radiate fear so intense it can drive you insane or stop your heart. Why do you think all rational creatures fear the dark?"

                         "While I was with my siblings they all agreed, it's terrifying to lay your eyes on," Aurora shivered.

                         "But then . . . how do we know he's not here right now, watching us?" Percy asked.

                         Annabeth, Aurora, and Grover exchanged looks.

                         "We don't," Grover said.

                         "Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better," Percy said. "Got any blue jelly beans left?"

                         Aurora rolled her eyes at his sarcasm and placed the remainder of her jelly beans on his hand, "Here have mine."

                         "Thanks."

                         They got shoehorned into the car with a lady and her dog, a Chihuahua with a rhinestone collar. They figured maybe the dog was a seeing-eye Chihuahua because none of the guards said a word about it. They started going up, inside the Arch.

                         "No parents?" the lady asked them.

                         Out of instinct, Aurora tightened the grip of her jacket around her. The hoodie was over her head and she tried her best to mask her identity from all the people around her.

                         The lady had beady eyes; pointy, coffee-stained teeth; a floppy denim hat, and a denim dress that bulged so much, she looked like a blue-jean blimp.

                         "They're below," Annabeth told her. "Scared of heights."

                         "Oh, the poor darlings."

                         Now would be a good time to mention that Aurora, was also not the biggest fan of heights. The higher they went the tighter she clenched her hands.

                         The Chihuahua suddenly growled.

                         The woman said, "Now, now, sonny. Behave."

                         The dog had beady eyes like its owner, intelligent and vicious.

                         Percy said, "Sonny. Is that his name?"

                         "No," the lady told him. She smiled, as if that cleared everything up. At the top of the Arch, the observation deck reminded Aurora of a tin can with carpeting. Rows of tiny windows looked out over the city on one side and the river on the other. The view was pretty, but being six hundred feet in the air really terrified her.

                         Annabeth kept talking about structural supports, and how she would've made the windows bigger, and designed a see-through floor. She probably could've stayed up there for hours, but luckily for Aurora, the park ranger announced that the observation deck would be closing in a few minutes. Percy steered Grover and Annabeth toward the exit with Aurora following behind him. Percy loaded them into the elevator, and he was about to get on with Aurora when he realized there were already two other tourists inside. No room for them.

                         The park ranger said, "Next car, sir, ma'am"

                         Aurora shielded her face from view and took a step behind Percy as she saw the Ranger try to take a closer look at her.

                         "We'll get out," Annabeth said. "We'll wait with you."

                         Aurora opened her mouth to agree. She took a step forward only for Percy to wrap his fingers around her wrist, halting her movement. "Naw, it's okay. We'll see you guys at the bottom."

                         Grover and Annabeth both looked nervous, but they let the elevator door slide shut. Their car disappeared down the ramp. Now the only people left on the observation deck were Percy, Aurora, a little boy with his parents, the park ranger, and the fat lady with her Chihuahua.

                         "Percy. We should've gone with them"

                         "It would have taken longer if we waited," He turned and noticed the distressed look on her face "Why? What's wrong?"

                         "Percy, I don't do heights!" She did her best to not look over her shoulder and out the window.

                         "Then why did you come up!?"

                         "I didn't want to be alone. I was practically pear pressured"

                         "If you wanted to stay on the ground, I would've stayed with you"

                         Aurora opened her mouth in surprise but before she could say something the lady's Chihuahua jumped down and started yapping at them.

                         "Now, now, sonny," the lady said. "Does this look like a good time? We have all these nice people here."

                         "Doggie!" said the little boy. Aurora almost cooed at the little boy. "Look, a doggie!" His parents pulled him back.

                         The Chihuahua bared his teeth at them, foam dripping from his black lips, "Well, son," the lady sighed. "If you insist."

                         "Urn, did you just call that Chihuahua your son?"

                         Aurora yanked Percy close to her and whispered in his ear, "It's a Chimera, Percy," the dots connecting.

                         "Yes, dear," the woman corrected. "Not a Chihuahua. It's an easy mistake to make."

                         She rolled up her denim sleeves, revealing that the skin of her arms was scaly and green. When she smiled, Aurora saw that her teeth were fangs. The pupils of her eyes were sideways slits, like a reptile's. Aurora looked at the creature before her with fear in her eyes.

                         The Chihuahua barked louder, and with each bark, it grew. First to the size of a Doberman, then to a lion. The bark became a roar. The little boy screamed. His parents pulled him back toward the exit, straight into the park ranger, who stood, paralyzed, gaping at the monster. The Chimera was now so tall its back rubbed against the roof. It had the head of a lion with a blood-caked mane, the body and hooves of a giant goat, and a serpent for a tail, a ten-foot-long diamondback growing right out of its shaggy behind. The rhinestone dog collar still hung around its neck, and the plate-sized dog tag was now easy to read:

CHIMERA—RABID, FIRE-BREATHING, POISONOUS—IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL TARTARUS—EXT. 954.

                         Aurora gasped out, "Daggers!" Her usual set of daggers appeared in each of her hands with her shield appearing with a metallic bang. "Percy! I really need you to snap out of it! Seeing as you were the one that jinxed us!"

                         Percy turned to her with his jaw on the floor at the audacity, "Of course, I love when creatures come to kill me," he scoffed. "I thought it would add entertainment to our lives!"

                         Aurora voiced a bad impression of his voice, "That's if we don't get killed first!"

                         Percy gritted his teeth in annoyance, "You're infuriating!"

                         Aurora scoffed, "And yet, I'm always saving your ass."

                         "Now, now, children," Aurora recognized the lady to be Echidna. "Now is no time for quarrel."

                         Percy was ten feet away from the Chimera's bloody maw, and Aurora knew that as soon as he moved, the creature would lunge. Echidna made a hissing noise that might've been laughter.

                         "Be honored, Percy Jackson. Lord Zeus rarely allows me to test a hero with one of my brood. For I am the Mother of Monsters, the terrible Echidna!"

                         Aurora watched Percy and the snake lady waiting for Percy to uncap Riptide and get ready to fight, but instead, all Percy could think to say was: "Isn't that a kind of anteater?"

                         Aurora facepalmed.

                         Echidna howled, her reptilian face turning brown and green with rage, "I hate it when people say that! I hate Australia! Naming that ridiculous animal after me. For that, Percy Jackson, my son shall destroy you and the Daughter of Aphrodite!"

                         The Chimera charged, its lion teeth gnashing. Percy managed to leap aside and dodge the bite. He ended up next to the family and the park ranger, who were all screaming now, trying to pry open the emergency exit doors.

                         Aurora clenched her jaw and ran behind Echidna. She went to stab her only for the creature to encircle her with her tail. The tail squeezed like a boa constrictor, restricting Aurora's breathing. Luckily enough she still had a tight hold on her daggers. With everything in her, she stabbed the tail.

                         Echidna howled in pain and abruptly let go of the young demigod. This gave Aurora enough time to sprint towards Percy and witness the serpent tail of the Chimaera sink its fangs into his calf.

                         "Percy!" Aurora yelled out in panic knowing that the serpent tail was poisonous.

                         Percy tried to jab Riptide into the Chimera's mouth, but the serpent tail wrapped around his ankles and pulled him off balance, and hid blade flew out of his hand, spinning out of the hole —that Aurora now noticed— in the Arch and down toward the Mississippi River. While Percy managed to get on his feet Aurora stood in front of him with her shield in front her, shielding Percy from any form of harm.

                         The Chimera advanced, growling, smoke curling from its lips. Echidna, cackled. "They don't make heroes like they used to, eh, son?"

                         Aurora stood firmly in her spot. Like she did when she first met Nate, her eyes never leaving the enemy before her. Some would say she looked like her mother, back when her mother was considered a war goddess. Others would say she had her fathers looks, she knew it was probably the latter.

                         The monster growled. Aurora glanced at the park ranger and the family. The little boy was hiding behind his father's legs. Aurora was planning on fighting until her last breath to protect these innocent people, Percy included.

                         "You'll die defending the Son of Poseidon, Daughter of Dove. You'll be the thirteenth Child of Aphrodite I have slaughtered," she hissed. "A fine addition to my collection, you would be as well. Aphrodites favorite, killed by my hand."

                         Aurora only glared.

                         Noting she wouldn't get a reaction from her, Echidna turned to Percy, "If you are the son of Poseidon," Echidna hissed, "you would not fear water. Jump, Percy Jackson and leave your friend here. Show me that water will not harm you. Jump and retrieve your sword. Prove your bloodline."

                       Percy's eyes flared at the thought of leaving Aurora, "Not a chance."

                         They weren't sure to which part he was answering, but the way he glanced down at the water below, Aurora knew.

                         Aurora glanced over her shoulder, "Percy, no. Do not risk it"

                         The Chimera's mouth glowed red, heating up for another blast. "You have no faith," Echidna told Percy "You do not trust the gods. I cannot blame you, little coward. Better you die now. The gods are faithless. The poison is in your heart."

                         He was actually considering to jump. Anyone in their right mind would never do it, but Percy was a different breed.

                         "Die, faithless children," Echidna rasped, and the Chimera sent a column of flame toward Aurora's face.

                         She went to raise her shield in defense, but a wrist tugging her — made her stumble.

                         "For once! Don't argue and trust me!" Percy yelled as he wrapped his arms around the girl and jumped.

                         All the Stark girl could do was openly scream as they plummeted towards the river. Cursing the Son of Poseidon in her head. Swearing that if they live,

                         He'd never hear the end of it.

my bb Aurora is wayyy too trusting. I love her sm..

what do you guys think of Aurora? what do you think about her relationship with Annabeth, Grover or Percy?

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